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    Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4
    All Consoles (2002) (North America)
    
    Song Lyrics
    
    v1.0 [November 09, 2002]
    
    written by Anthony Charles Ambrose (ACA) <webmaster@timefall.com>
    
    Document İ2002.  All Rights Reserved.  Full legal notice at end.
    
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    Complete Playlist
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    AC/DC - "TNT"
    
    Aesop Rock - "Labor"
    
    Agent Orange - "Bloodstains"
    
    Avail - "Simple Song"
    
    Bouncing Souls - "Manthem"
    
    De La Soul - "Oodles of O's"
    
    Delinquent Habits - "House of the Rising Drum"
    
    Eyedea & Abilities - "Big Shots"
    
    Flogging Molly - "Drunken Lullabies"
    
    Gangstarr - "Mass Appeal"
    
    Goldfinger - "Spokesman"
    
    Haiku D'Etat - "Non Compos Mentis"
    
    Hot Water Music - "Freightliner"
    
    Iron Maiden - "The Number of the Beast"
    
    Jai Plus - "Bad Dreams"
    
    JFA - "Beach Blanket Bongout"
    
    Less Than Jake - "All My Best Friends Are Metalheads"
    
    Lootpack - "Whenimondamic"
    
    Muskabeatz - "Bodyrock" (featuring Biz Markie)
    
    Muskabeatz - "I'm a Star" (featuring Grandmaster Melle Mel)
    
    Muskabeatz - "Versus of Doom" (featuring Jeru the Damaja)
    
    N.W.A. - "Express Yourself"
    
    Nebula - "Giant"
    
    Public Enemy - "By the Time I Get to Arizona"
    
    Rocket from the Crypt - "Savoir Faire"
    
    Run-DMC - "My Adidas"
    
    Sex Pistols - "Anarchy in the UK"
    
    System of a Down - "Shimmy"
    
    The Cult - "Bad Fun"
    
    The Distillers - "Seneca Falls"
    
    The Faction - "Skate and Destroy"
    
    The Offspring - "Blackball"
    
    Toy Dolls - "Dig That Groove Baby"
    
    US Bombs - "Yer Country"
    
    Zeke - "Death Alley"
    
    
    
    
    
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    AC/DC - "TNT"
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    Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
    Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
    
    See me ride out of that sunset
    On your color TV screen
    Out for all that I can get
    If you know what I mean
    Women to the left of me
    And women to the right
    Ain't got no gun
    Ain't got no knife
    Don't you start no fight
    
    Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
    T.N.T. and I'll win that fight
    T.N.T. I'm a power load
    T.N.T. watch me explode
    
    I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
    I'm a wanted man
    Public enemy number one
    Understand?
    So lock up your daughter
    Lock up your wife
    Lock up your back door
    And run for your life
    The man is back in town
    So don't you mess around
    
    Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
    T.N.T. and I'll win the fight
    T.N.T. I'm a power load
    T.N.T. watch me explode
    
    T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
    T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
    T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
    T.N.T. oi, oi, oi
    T.N.T. oi
    I'm dynamite (oi, oi)
    T.N.T. oi
    And I'll win the fight (oi, oi)
    T.N.T. oi
    I'm a power load (oi, oi)
    T.N.T.
    Watch me explode
    
    
    
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    Aesop Rock - "Labor"
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    [NO LYRICS YET]
    
    
    
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    Agent Orange - "Bloodstains"
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    They can make things worse for me
    Sometimes I'd rather die
    They can tell me lots of things
    But I can't see eye to eye
    I know they know the way I think
    I know they always will
    But someday I'm gonna change my mind
    Sometimes I'd rather kill
    
    Blood stains, speed kills
    Fast cars, cheap thrills
    Rich girls, fine wine
    I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I'm lost my mind
    
    Things seem so much different now
    The scene has died away
    I haven't got a steady job
    And I've got no place to stay
    Well, it's a futuristic modern world
    But things aren't what they seem
    Someday you better wake up
    From this stupid fantasy
    
    Blood stains, speed kills
    Fast cars, cheap thrills
    Rich girls, fine wine
    I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I'm lost my mind
    
    
    
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    Avail - "Simple Song"
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    Going over in my head
    what seems like everything
    remembering commitments
    that nowadays just blend
    I don't know where I'm going
    and I don't think that I care
    I had my taste wound up misplaced
    bounced off those troubles clear
    did I trip myself up again?
    Did I see more than you did?
    Decisions made without regard I knew returning as regret
    they could but thought they would
    come crashing with success
    they know nothing about me
    and I really doubt they care
    but that's alright cause by myself
    I do fine anywhere
    it seems like I shouldn't have pushed it
    hid myself and lost focus for a change
    shouldn't have made myself committed
    I got to know that one by now
    I'm better off without
    
    
    
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    Bouncing Souls - "Manthem"
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    I was alone
    I decided to get up
    I decided to get out
    I picked up the phone and gave my boys a shout
    Told em I'd be out around nine,
    no particular plan,
    just whatever comes to mind 
    [Pete]
    Bryan called me up and said theres a show tonight,
    and do ya wanna go tonight
    [Bryan]
    I'm giving my girl the night off,
    cuz I'm hanging out with Steinkopf 
    Whenever I'm down I know where my friends can be found,
    whenever theres a doubt I just have to shout
    He's my friend he's my alibi,
    my accessory to the crime a bond that will never die,
    till the end of time
    Another night and we got somewhere to go,
    goin out meeting up at the punk rock show,
    where the air is hot and the music is loud,
    my kind of place this is my kind of crowd
    And we'll be here till the night is done,
    loyal to my friends and sworn to fun
    
    
    
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    De La Soul - "Oodles of O's"
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    [Dove]
    Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
    You get 'em from my sister
    You get 'em from my bro
    All I is is man, and once an embryo
    Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
    Yes, I guess it's reflex
    Some have no control
    I'd rather let a laughter
    And tally, off I go
    Canoeing in the river or out into the O
    You just know we're not
    So not play the role
    Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazy crow
    Some shake your hand but
    (This is called the Show)
    I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Joliceau
    Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
    O's got the world 'cause O's was on tour
    Girls gave the O's and guys, oh for sure
    Where they arose, well nobody knows
    What do they mean, well here's how it goes
    Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough
    You know who you are but they didn't know
    And now with respect they flex like a pro
    You're first another ****** but now an Afro
    
    Oodles and oodles of O's and
    Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
    They givin' oodles of O's and O's
    And oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
    They givin' oodles of O's and O's
    And oodles and oodles and oodles of
    (OH!)
    
    [Pos]
    Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door
    In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol
    Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo
    Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
    Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
    Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos
    But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
    Lunches of punches is what I bestow
    Oodles of O's has the "Hoo's" in mic checks
    O's take the shape of medallions and specs
    Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
    Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
    Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores
    Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows
    Mase got something to say and it goes:
    (Maseo is rockin' on the radio)
    
    Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
    Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the
    Oodles of O's, yeah
    We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
    I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
    I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
    Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the
    (Oh, ****)
    
    Hoods like to play macho, ya know
    Guns goin' "bo!" people hit the floor
    Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow
    Target it firm 'cause I'm head Comancho
    Charging barricades like a raging rhino
    The donuts come big and some in jumbo
    The Landlord is finished but before I go
    I'll give a shout out to Quest
    And my fellow Jungle Bro's
    
    [Dove]
    Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
    Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
    Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
    (What's the reason?) to be cheerful
    Season is breeze, time to pimp promo
    Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
    On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh,
    Dredlock is heading out the door y'all
    
    [De La Soul]
    We're selling O's, y'all
    We're selling O's and O's
    We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
    We're selling O's, y'all
    We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
    And oodles of O's, y'all
    We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
    We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all
    We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
    We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all
    We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
    We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
    We're selling oodles and oodles...
    
    
    
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    Delinquent Habits - "House of the Rising Drum"
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    Looks complicated huh but when the sound comes
    Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum
    And keep in tempo with the cries of the ancient
    San Su warrior takin out the plaintiff
    This ill crush like skulls in Spain and running bulls
    And they gon act like fools when the curtain pulls
    This here for partyin so let your ****** bong slide
    Cruise irie toxins through your head like a G-ride
    I hang with macs and Alvarado maniacs
    Who make feria broke backs and herb sacks
    And this right here y'all will be known 
    As one of the most eloquent ever graced a mic phone
    With hype tones my mind roam the ozone
    When I'm on the stage known to flow zone
    You got a pencil best put it in your pocket
    Cause you'll need more than cheap blue ink to rock it
    
    Cause in the house of the rising drum they all come
    You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum
    With a RRRR AHAAAA you best to duck run and hide
    
    Cause in the house of the rising drum they all come
    You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum
    With a RRRR AHAAAA you best to duck run and hide
    
    Now I've seen how the world turns and how it functions
    I'll be damned if I'm twiced burned before destruction
    Cause I could never be that alligator that albino 
    Sacrificial wino i got the shoes though with the ill flow
    Then I stay two steps ahead three leagues above
    The petty individuals sulkin in the masses
    Bannin Latin accents then I drop bombs
    Napalm square on the flesh
    And to make it more definitive you won't get rid of this
    Your narrow minded attitude will make me rude
    Making em capitulate in a civil fashion
    I'm old fashion when it comes to body thrashin
    Herb done job cool vibe you all high
    Enter through the hale to zone of red eye
    Get out your seat it's time to rock show
    Frontward backward ill fast or slow oh oh
    Time to hit you harder than you all knew
    O.G.'s horns a jericho blew gimme some drums too
    Rise your spirit with the mosh pit clearin
    Know to shake your rear end y'all love what you hearin
    
    Cause in the house of the rising drum they all come
    You can vibe with the drum so strum or just hum
    With a RRRR AHAAAA you best to duck run and hide
    
    
    
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    Eyedea & Abilities - "Big Shots"
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    You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?
    She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot
    You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub
    She ain't trippin' off you, she got your whole crew in love
    Your day dreamin' of getting her in the bedroom alone
    Straight feedin', You's beg like a dog for the bone
    And she's peepin', and the reason is she knows
    Theres a demon in between your legs with a mind of its own
    Now, you're a weakling, overwhelmed with hormones
    Y'all start speakin', she grabs the number to your phone
    And next weekend you invite her to your home
    You weren't even thinking. You got played by a pro
    She's a big shot. Thick lips, nice legs, green eyes
    Took advantage of a thousand. Only slept with three guys
    Ain't a hoe or a groupie. Jane Doe or a Lucy
    Her innocent looks are deceving, so I'm telling you to be wise
    I know she's a cutie, but there's power in that coochie
    Underneath those booty tight, cutoff, daisy-dooksy Levi's
    
    She's a big shot. You know your dream girl
    She knows how to use her looks to take advantage of the world
    She's a big shot. You thought you could school her
    She dissed you like you were neutered, and told you to go get a sexual tutor
    She's a big shot. She wouldn't touch your ruler
    She's so beutiful. A cute but cruel looter, user and abuser
    She's a big shot. Your eyes are glued to her behind
    You know her steeze, but you fall for it every time
    
    Now, what about that popular school kid?
    The always have been, always will be cool kid?
    The class president valedictorian. "A plus", star quaterback
    Cadillac convertible drivin', signin' cheerleaders autorgraphs
    The letter on the jacket. Medal around the neck
    Pin on his chest, and mind on his rep
    He only dates models. Drinks his Summit from the bottle
    When he walks he waddles, and he ain't never lost a squabble
    He put you in the locker, and took your girlfriend to prom
    He's in your life everyday, and you can't wait 'til he's gone
    But daddy owns a business, so it won't be long
    Before he inherits it, makes carats, and sings a rich man's song
    He's got the most expensive clothes and jewerly to wear
    While your looking for a job, he's looking in the mirror
    
    He walks the halls surrounded by is fan club
    Starts fads, ends trends, and hits the ceiling when he stands up
    He's a preppy, fame hoggin', pig headed fool
    When he has a party, everyone's invited except you
    And your crew. And there really ain't nothin' y'all can do
    He's in every state, city, and town, as long as they got a school
    
    He's a big shot. Thick knot in his wallet
    Parents got enough money to send your whole family to college
    He's a big shot. Testosterone thirsty
    Hallway fahter figure with his masculianity stained on his jersey
    He's a big shot. I.B. class whiz-kid
    Braggin' about a big ****, that chick and this chick
    He's a big shot..
    
    My favorites are rappers, the egoistical bastards
    The people that never clap for your set, they think you're whacker
    Than them 'cause they're the masters
    I bet disaster is caused in their mind when you rhyme
    and plaster their jaws shut with a fat verse
    To him you're a hazard. Weak matter. A reason for laughter
    He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards
    After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter
    Art you'll capture finally.
    But while he breathes, m.c.'s don;t even flatter him
    Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance
    To his genteically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles
    That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks
    Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord
    Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head
    He says, "**** You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically
    As it makes a parody of your passion
    You tell friends you think he's tight
    but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting
    'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound
    You know what else? Your looking at him right now
    
    I'm a big shot. Don't front, you know you love me
    Girls never wash their hands after they get a chance to touch me
    I'm a big shot. Hey, you can say I'm a creep
    But put me in a room with your idols and I'll make 'em look weak
    I'm a big shot. ****, can nobody fade me
    The only way we can do a song is if somebody pays me
    I'm a big shot. Big Shot. Big Props
    The best thing to ever happen in the history of hip hop
    
    
    
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    Flogging Molly - "Drunken Lullabies"
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    Must it take a life for hatful eyes
    To glisten once again
    Five hundred years like Gelignite
    Have blown us all to hell
    What savior rests while on his cross we die
    Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
    to the bigot and the gun
    
    Must it take a life for hateful eyes
    To glisten once again
    Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
    Singin' drunken lullabies
    
    I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes
    Turn a darker shade of red
    And the bullet with this sniper lie
    In their bloody gutless cell
    Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
    Through these bars of men made steel
    Is it a great or little thing we fought
    Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
    
    Must it take a life for hateful eyes
    To glisten once again
    Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
    Singin' drunken lullabies
    
    Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
    Or maybe it`s the way we fought
    But a smile never grins without tears to begin
    For each kiss is a cry we all lost
    Though there is nothing left to gain
    But for the banshee that stole the grave
    Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
    Singin' drunken lullabies
    
    I sit in and dwell on faces past
    Like memories seem to fade
    No colour left but black and white
    And soon will all turn grey
    But may these shadows rise to walk again
    With lessons truly learnt
    When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
    Shall beat a new found flame
    
    Must it take a life for hateful eyes
    To glisten once again
    Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
    Singin' drunken lullabies
    
    
    
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    Gangstarr - "Mass Appeal"
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    No way you'll never make it
    Come with the weak ****, I break kids
    Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya
    Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass
    A lot of rappers be like one time wonders
    Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under
    Their noses, I hate those mother****in posers
    But I'm so real to them it's scary
    And with my unique skills nag you can't compare me
    And no we don't make wack tracks
    and all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin real facts
    I represent set up **** like a tent boy
    You're paranoid cause you're my son like Elroy
    And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal
    Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal
    
    Oh yes I'm greater than all MC's when I breeeze give me room please
    I be like fascinatin when I be updatin
    Cuttin off wack kids, pullin their trump cards
    I thump hard, and mak eem say that I'm God
    *****z be pretendin they hardcore
    Never know the meaning of [real hardcore]
    But I get props like a slogan and no man
    Could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam
    Lyrically def and connecting complete mic wrecking
    No double checking vocals kill like weapons
    But if I have to I go all out with no mic
    Yeah that's right cause I survived mad fights
    And for my peeps I truly care
    Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here
    And they all know how I feel
    Cause suckers be like playin themselves to have mass appeal
    
    I know I'm dope but don't wet that
    I've suffered setbacks but now I'm makin greenbacks
    Just like baggy slacks I'm crazy hip-hop
    Check one two and you don't stop
    Your head'll bop when I drop my crop
    of pure bomb, just like the seashore I'm calm
    But wild, with my monotone style
    Because I don't need gimmicks
    Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
    Word is bond I go on and on
    For you it's tragic I got magic like wands
    So I'ma end this lecture and I betcha
    Those who kick dirt and do time I'm gonna get cha
    Cause I be kickin the real
    While they be losin the race tryin to chase mass appeal
    
    
    
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    Goldfinger - "Spokesman"
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    What happened to dignity
    Did it go away again?
    Just like a worn out trend?
    Will I still defend emotions?
    What happened to honesty?
    I don't see it on the Top Ten
    I only see it in what has been
    Cuz I still defend devotion
    
    Am I alone?
    
    Don't wanna rest
    I don't wanna breathe
    When I wanna hear about life
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    I don't wanna test
    I want to believe
    The god damn singer wrote the song
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    
    What happened to integrity
    I don't see it on MTV
    All I see is choreography
    And I'll never be a dancer
    What happened to puberty?
    Bad skin and insecurity?
    And who the **** is Felicity?
    Cuz I got problems of my own
    
    Am I alone?
    
    Don't wanna rest
    I don't wanna breathe
    When I wanna hear about life
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    I don't wanna test
    I want to believe
    The god damn singer wrote the song
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    
    Don't wanna rest
    I don't wanna breathe
    When I wanna hear about life
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    I don't wanna test
    I want to believe
    The god damn singer wrote the song
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    
    Don't wanna rest
    And don't wanna breathe
    When I wanna hear about life
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    I don't wanna test
    I want to believe
    The god damn singer wrote the song
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    
    I Don't wanna rest
    And don't wanna breathe
    When I wanna hear about life
    Don't wanna hear a spokesman
    
    
    
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    Haiku D'Etat - "Non Compos Mentis"
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    THANKS TO REDLYRICS.COM FOR THESE LYRICS
    
    [mikah 9]
    non compos mentis and moon struck
    come, pompous apprentice and succumb
    to this relentless, yes, the sun
    rises and sets yet you see none
    of it's effects until it's done
    then you'd reflect on how you'd run
    i'd take a step, your momentum
    i had still kept, fool
    
    [abstract rude]
    they eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food
    repetitive cycle 'til i feel in the mood
    other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude
    i hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em ab rude
    this is not simply just to downplay wishes
    made by emcees who found they status
    do what you do to live life lavish
    have this cabbage, heavy baggage
    
    [aceyalone]
    well i would like to start by saying
    life has to be sparked each day
    and night, got to be smart don't play
    your time, you wont be back
    when i speak i slice the words up like a slasher
    private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker
    sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer
    sky swimmer
    i like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer
    and i like talking about dilemma
    and come up with a solution for the pollution
    my contribution being the superior being at emceeing
    and seeing the light love being in the light
    but they snatch it like a thief in the night
    
    [mikah 9]
    (right, right, you know what i mean)
    i call them the cookie monsters
    on the grind for these entemanns, chips-a-hoy
    combined with m&ms, money, main
    these b-boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor
    send him in, rendering him limb and limb
    salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in
    torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering
    my tender and remembering the splendor when
    i put my first splinter in nail
    cuticle, black male
    and you and yo honey giving skully to clinton insider her cubicle
    checks not cash knots
    she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat
    the rest will go up to other hows tickling the g-spot
    on g.p. you could d.p. the sales manager and the vp
    you could smuggle me a key
    i best belive that's how it be
    just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies
    
    [abstract rude]
    out the hotel
    ain't we having a car come pick us up?
    the life of a star come hook us up
    studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats
    pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef
    courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies
    so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys
    search from land to land
    go from a thousand to a hundred to ten
    and couldn't find an honest man
    it ain't always what it's promised to be
    they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree
    shhh... can you keep a secret? of course
    or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse
    out the airport
    and we having a plane fly us out
    we the truest, they interview us for what we write about
    whether we're right or wrong
    once again it's on 'til the night is gone
    get in a zone from the dome and a tight song
    
    [aceyalone]
    well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it?
    now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is?
    i'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump
    and be it that i'm a poet trying to get over the hump
    i could play it like a trump
    make you sicker than the mumps
    the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps
    and sometimes it don't come at all
    you run you fall come one for all for one
    depending on exactly where you from
    'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized
    and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies
    i speak for an overise and i stand for the universe
    and freedom of man original with the tan
    can i expand? can i feel the crowd?
    if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now
    yeah, i keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow
    and the eagle and the hawk
    they say why you talk that crazy talk
    i tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see"
    on me, "we hear what ears can't hear"
    poetry we can be what nobody can be
    solely the only lonely truly
    
    [mikah 9]
    non compos mentis and moon struck
    come pompas apprentice and circum
    to this relentless the sun
    rises and sets yet you see none
    of it's effects until it's done
    then you'd reflect on how you'd run
    i'd take a step, your momentum
    i had still kept, fool 
    
    
    
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    Hot Water Music - "Freightliner"
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    Driving all night and now your finally back again tell me where you've been 
    Southbound gotta get back home you're in town a couple days lets get on our 
    Way gonna raise some hell arm and arm we'll break the take down gonna fill 
    Myself will all my friends cause these are our nights to run through this 
    Again drinking all night and now it's time to wind down talk about what we 
    Found you only got until friday to make it to washington state tomorrow 
    Morning you'll but we'll be here and we'll be waiting i can't wait but i'm 
    Still waiting for the next embrace just like the last one walks and talks of 
    Friendship that's neverending and stories of his trade arm and arm we'll 
    Break the takedown like we did in these days that keep us rolling he's never 
    Really leaving he's just rolling when we watch him drive away go
    
    
    
    
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    Iron Maiden - "The Number of the Beast"
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    I left alone my mind was blank 
    I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind 
    
    What did I see can I believe that what I saw 
    that night was real and not just fantasy 
    
    Just what I saw in my old dreams were they 
    reflections of my warped mind staring back at me 
    
    Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind 
    and brings me to despair 
    
    The night was black was no use holding back 
    Cos I just had to see was someone watching me 
    In the mist dark figures move and twist 
    was all this for real or some kind of hell 
    666 the Number of the Beast 
    Hell and fire was spawned to be released 
    
    Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised 
    as they start to cry hands held to the sky 
    In the night the fires burning bright 
    the ritual has begun Satan's work is done 
    666 the Number of the Beast 
    Sacrifice is going on tonight 
    
    This can't go on I must inform the law 
    Can this still be real or some crazy dream 
    but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes 
    they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes 
    666 the Number of the Beast 
    666 the one for you and me 
    
    I'm coming back I will return 
    And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn 
    I have the fire I have the force 
    I have the power to make my evil take its course
    
    
    
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    Jai Plus - "Bad Dreams"
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    JFA - "Beach Blanket Bongout"
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    Party on the sand
    Bring your van
    Tan gils
    Macho fools
    FUN
    Punk outing
    People shouting
    Lots of fun
    Drugs and sun
    FUN
    
    Beach blanket bong-out
    Beach blanket bong-out
    We're having the fun
    Wasted in the sun
    Purple boards and short hair
    We're outnumbered but we don't care
    
    The hippies they hate us
    We steal their chicks
    They beat us up
    But they're still the ****s
    *****s
    Surf punks we're not
    Skateboards we do
    We have the fun
    We're the new crew
    CREW
    
    
    
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    Less Than Jake - "All My Best Friends Are Metalheads"
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    Do you think it's strange
    that there's this way of how you look at,
    how you act like, and how you think and pretend they're not the same as you
    Do you know about his strength of convictions
    or how she puts all her faith in religion
    Did you ever take the time
    to really discover how little we know about each other?
    this all becomes one more chance to
    keep us from saying anything
    and separate from everything.
    And all this really means
    you're one in a crowd and paranoid of every sound
    another friend you won't miss anyhow 
    
    
    
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    Lootpack - "Whenimondamic"
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    Ha Ha Ha Hah, yes yes
    Return of the B-boy style
    Props to all the B-boys and B-girls in da house
    ("Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely")
    Check it out
    
    I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
    "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely"
    
    Yo, as easy as it may seem MC'ing is not a capa-
    bility for most to possess, you gotta catch up,
    Take the time to create, construct demonstrate
    Set wack MC's straight, drinkin' a V8
    I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats
    I represent the conscience styles until it hits the streets
    My backbone attack wack poems, got mad rap tones
    I destroy fake Madlib beats and Crackerjack poems (Ha-Ha)
    It's time for lunch already, yes past lunch
    I eat MC's like Captain Crunch, I attack and then punch
    Rap in such different styles that's unlike yours
    Wack MC's, I'll point you out and point out all of your flaws
    All of your jaws get broken, styles no jokin'
    Battling straight up battling is what I'm provokin'
    But I'll die before these wack MC's infect thee
    Hip Hop industry to the point I cannot breathe
    
    But if Wildstyle dies before Wild Child wakes
    I pray to God to step down and take out all them fake
    MC's, pretty please
    "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely"
    
    I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
    "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely"
    
    Down with the Liks, Jump straight from the bass onto the kicks
    Non-freestylin' MC's fall straight down in the pits
    My name be Jack, spontaneous freestylist when I catch wreck
    Brothers bite me so hard saying my rhymes I ain't even wrote yet
    So I take it to the max, take out Fake-Funkin' Jacks
    Get to the point as I rock over Madlib bumpin' tracks
    "You used to get busy at open mics?" Nah, I still do
    I kill crews, lyrically, spiritually, yo I will do
    Anything it takes to bring B-boy style back
    And the thanks for you to make ya say my rhyme style's phat
    But I'll die before these wack MC's infect these
    Hip Hop industry to the point I cannot breathe
    
    But if Wildstyle dies before Wild Child wakes
    I pray to God to step down and take out all them fake
    MC's, pretty please
    "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely"
    
    I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
    "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely"
    
    I got the vibe, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Wild with the style, check 1, 2 check 1, 2, 3
    Does Jack wreck the rhyme? Hell yeah
    "Cuz when I'm on the mic I like to speak freely"
    
    
    
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    Muskabeatz - "Bodyrock" (featuring Biz Markie)
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    Muskabeatz - "I'm a Star" (featuring Grandmaster Melle Mel)
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    Muskabeatz - "Versus of Doom" (featuring Jeru the Damaja)
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    N.W.A. - "Express Yourself"
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    THANKS TO dj.flash@pobox.com FOR THESE LYRICS
    
    [Dr. Dre]
    Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there 
    flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality
    
    [Ice Cube]
    Man, you been doin all this dope producin
    You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is
    
    [Dr. Dre]
    So what you want me to do?
    
    	{Express yourself!}
    
    [Dr. Dre]
    I'm expressin with my full capabilities
    And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
    Cause some don't agree with how I do this
    I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
    I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
    But my technique is very necessary
    Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
    when you got a subject and a predicate
    Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
    Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
    Cause they don't flow like this one
    You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
    or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
    Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
    Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
    I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
    Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
    And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
    but makin a sucka and you equal
    Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}
    
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    
    [Dr. Dre]
    Now, gettin back to the PG
    That's program, and it's easy
    Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
    Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
    the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
    Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
    Whatch a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help
    There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
    It's crazy to see people be
    what society wants them to be, but not me
    RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
    Others say rhymes which fail to be original
    or they kill where the hip-hop starts
    Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
    Some musicians cuss at home
    But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
    Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
    They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
    Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
    But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
    Or they ban my group from the radio
    Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
    But you know it ain't all about wealth
    As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}
    
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    
    [Dr. Dre]
    {Express yourself!} .. from the heart
    cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
    then expression is a big part of it
    You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
    Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
    There's a little bit more to show
    I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
    or a lesson - all of 'em expression
    And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
    I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
    I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
    It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
    Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
    Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
    And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
    or a tumor, but here is the rumor
    Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
    When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
    Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
    Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
    I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
    So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
    Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
    Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
    But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}
    
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    	{Express yourself!}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    	{Go on and do it..}
    
    
    
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    Nebula - "Giant"
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    Public Enemy - "By the Time I Get to Arizona"
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    I'm countin' down to the day deservin' 
    Fittin' for a king 
    I'm waitin' for the time when I can 
    Get to Arizona 
    'Cause my money's spent on 
    The goddamn rent 
    Neither party is mine not the 
    Jackass or the elephant 
    20.000 nig niggy nigas in the corner 
    Of the cell block but they come 
    From California 
    Population none in the desert and sun 
    Wit' a gun cracker 
    Runnin' things under his thumb 
    Starin' hard at the postcards 
    Isn't it odd and unique? 
    Seein' people smile wild in the heat 
    120 degree 
    'Cause I wanna be free 
    What's a smilin' fact 
    When the whole state's racist 
    Why want a holiday F--k it 'cause I wanna 
    So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner 
    I ain't drinkin' no 40 
    I B thinkin' time wit' a nine 
    Until we get some land 
    Call me the trigger man 
    Looki lookin' for the governor 
    Huh he ain't lovin' ya 
    But here to trouble ya 
    He's rubbin' ya wrong 
    Get the point come along 
    
    An he can get to the joint 
    I urinated on the state 
    While I was kickin' this song 
    Yeah, he appear to be fair 
    The cracker over there 
    He try to keep it yesteryear 
    The good ol' days 
    The same ol' ways 
    That kept us dyin' 
    Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed 
    What he need is a nosebleed 
    Read between the lines 
    Then you see the lie 
    Politically planned 
    But understand that's all she wrote 
    When we see the real side 
    That hide behind the vote 
    They can't understand why he the man 
    I'm singin' 'bout a king 
    They don't like it 
    When I decide to mike it 
    Wait I'm waitin' for the date 
    For the man who demands respect 
    'Cause he was great c'mon 
    I'm on the one mission 
    To get a politician 
    To honor or he's a gonner 
    By the time I get to Arizona 
    
    I got 25 days to do it 
    If a wall in the sky 
    Just watch me go thru it 
    'Cause I gotta do what I gotta do 
    PE number one 
    Gets the job done 
    When it's done and over 
    Was because I drove'er 
    Thru all the static 
    Not stick but automatic 
    That's the way it is 
    He gotta get his 
    Talin' MLK 
    Gonna find a way 
    Make the state pay 
    Lookin' for the day 
    Hard as it seems 
    This ain't no damn dream 
    Gotta know what I mean 
    It's team against team 
    Catch the light beam 
    So I pray 
    I pray everyday 
    I do and praise jah the maker 
    Lookin' for culture 
    I got but not here 
    From jah maker 
    Pushin' and shakin' the structure 
    Bringin' down the babylon 
    Hearin' the sucker 
    That make it hard for the brown 
    The hard Boulova 
    I need now 
    More than ever now 
    Who's sittin' on my freedah' 
    Opressor people beater 
    Piece of the pick 
    We picked a piece 
    Of land that we deservin' now 
    Reparation a piece of the nation 
    And damn he got the nerve 
    Another niga they say and classify 
    We want too much 
    My peep plus the whole nine is mine 
    Don't think I even double dutch 
    Here's a brother my attitude hit 'em 
    Hang 'em high 
    Blowin' up the 90s started tickin' 86 
    When the blind get a mind 
    Better start and earn while we sing it 
    Now 
    There will be the day we know those down and who will go 
    
    
    
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    Rocket from the Crypt - "Savoir Faire"
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    Run-DMC - "My Adidas"
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    My Adidas
    walk through concert doors
    and roam all over coliseum floors
    I stepped on stage, at Live Aid
    All the people gave an applause that paid
    And out of speakers I did speak
    I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak
    My Adidas cuts the sand of a foreign land
    with mic in hand I cold took command
    my Adidas and me both askin P
    we make a good team my Adidas and me
    we get around together, rhyme forever
    and we won't be mad when worn in bad weather
    My Adidas..
    My Adidas..
    My Adidas
    
    standin on 2 Fifth St.
    funky fresh and yes cold on my feet
    with no shoe string in em, I did not win em
    I bought em off the Ave with the tags still in em
    I like to sport em that's why I bought em
    a sucker tried to steal em so I caught em and I thwart em
    and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat
    with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet
    and now I just standin here shooting the gif
    me and D and my Adidas standing on 2 Fifth
    My Adidas..
    My Adidas..
    
    Now
    me and my Adidas do the illest things
    we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings
    we slay all suckers who perpetrate
    and lay down law from state to state
    we travel on gravel, drit road or street
    I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat
    on stage front page every show I go
    it's Adidas on my feet high top or low
    My Adidas..
    My Adidas..
    
    Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare
    myself homeboy got 50 pair
    got blue and black cause I like to chill
    and yellow and green when it's time to get ill
    got a pair that I wear when I'm playin ball
    with the heal inside make me 10 feet tall
    my Adidas only bring good news
    and they are not used as selling shoes
    they're black and white, white with black stripe
    the ones I like to wear when I rock the mic
    on the strength of our famous university
    we took the beat from the street and put it on TV
    my Adidas are seen on the movie screen
    Hoyywood knows we're good if you know what I mean
    we started in the alley, now we chill in Cali
    and I won't trade my Adidas for a ??
    My Adidas..
    
    
    
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    Sex Pistols - "Anarchy in the UK"
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    Right! now ha, ha 
    
    I am an anti-Christ 
    I am an anarchist, 
    don't know what I want 
    but I know how to get it. 
    I wanna destroy the passer by 
    'cos I wanna be anarchy, 
    No dogs body 
    
    Anarchy for the UK 
    It's coming sometime and maybe 
    I give a wrong time stop a traffic line. 
    Your future dream is a shopping scheme 
    cause I wanna be anarchy, 
    It's in the city 
    
    How many ways to get what you want 
    I use the best I use the rest 
    I use the enemy. 
    I use anarchy 
    'cause I wanna be anarchy, 
    
    Its the only way to be 
    
    Is this the MPLA 
    or is this the UDA 
    or is this the IRA 
    I thought it was the UK 
    or just another country 
    another council tenancy. 
    
    I wanna be an anarchist 
    (oh what a name) 
    And l wanna be an anarchist 
    (I get pissed destroy)
    
    
    
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    System of a Down - "Shimmy"
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    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go,
    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Don't be late for school again boy
    
    I think me, I want life,
    I think me, I want a house and a wife,
    I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
    
    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Education, subjugation, now you're out, Go,
    Education, fornication, in you are, Go,
    Don't be late for school again girl
    
    I think me, I want life,
    I think me, I want a house and a wife,
    I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
    I think me, I want life,
    I think me, I want a house and a wife,
    I want to shimmy- shimmy- shimmy through the break of dawn, yeah.
    
    Indoctrination, of a nation,
    Indoctrination of a nation,
    Subjugation of damnation,
    Subjugation of damna?
    
    Don't be late for school again boy,
    Don't be late for school again girl,
    Don't be late for school again boy,
    Don't be late for school again girl.
    
    
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    The Cult - "Bad Fun"
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    Bad fun sister, time to go 
    Life's too short, on with the show 
    Get your kicks on the razor's edge 
    Atomic bomb overhead 
    Set controls for the sun 
    Bad fun baby just begun 
    Rhythm like a rumblin' train 
    Hit those skins explode my brain 
    
    Spirit like a rumblin' train 
    Spirit of the thunderin' rain 
    Vibration got you on the run 
    Electric child on bad fun 
    
    Mayhem children take no up 
    Rev your engine from the hip 
    Night-time she's callin' you 
    Ghetto star you'll go far 
    Dress up in your fancy clothes 
    Set good times to overload 
    Rhythm like a rumblin' train 
    Hit those skins explode my brain 
    
    Spirit like a rumblin' train 
    Spirit of the thunderin' rain 
    Vibrations got you on the run 
    Electric child on my bad fun 
    
    
    
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    The Distillers - "Seneca Falls"
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    Oh its set in 1848 in the crush of New York state
    and the thing about destiny is it never ever makes mistakes
    
    Susan B. Anthony 
    Forever haunting me
    Owned raped sold thrown
    A woman was never her own
    
    They cried freedom rise up for me
    
    I want i want i want freedom
    
    Oh its set in 1848 in the crush of New York state
    and the thing about destiny is it never ever sets you free
    
    Elizabeth Cady 
    Forever reminding me
    I dont steal the air i breathe
    
    Freedom rise up for me
    
    
    
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    The Faction - "Skate and Destroy"
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    Forget the light, skate and destroy
    Pass the jogger, skate and destroy
    Snap it back, skate and destroy
    Kick that bike, skate and destroy
    It's not a cause or political belief, it's something in my thinking
    If you agree it's cool by me, at least I'm not a robot
    I'm not afraid of things I read, I won't divide my friends up
    Dictatorship of people's minds is not what I will strive for
    The cops are coming after me, their sons are BMXers
    They always try to stop me but urethane is faster than boots
    You may be in a parking lot throwing up your contents
    So what who cares I know I don't
    Be a hood, don't be good.
    
    
    
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    The Offspring - "Blackball"
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    In this world of hate and shallowness
    Where enemies become your consolation
    And those of us who win the game give up their minds
    I don't call that winning
    
    Say this doesn't apply to you
    But ask yourself first
    What have I won today to win the game
    And just what have I scarified
    
    Win the battle or lose the war
    I know I've played this game before
    When people were still real
    I don't want this anymore
    It's time for me to close the door
    There's nothing left to feel
    
    Reflect on all out yesterdays
    My own words choke me, why were they spoken
    Regret for things I've said and done just can't compare with
    Regret for that I have never tried
    
    So blame this world or blame yourself
    It's really all the same
    When you are standing on that precipice
    From which you just cannot return
    
    Win the battle or lose the war
    I know I've played this game before
    When people were still real
    I don't want this anymore
    It's time for me to close the door
    There's nothing left to feel
    
    In the style of forgotten men
    I look to my horizon - I see nothing
    While thoughts of guns and desecration sweep through my mind
    But only coffins and bones remain
    
    As I look to you, the emptiness behind your eyes seals my decision
    Can't carry on in a world of jugglers where all this thoughtlessness
    And bludgeoning your key to success
    What kind of tradition to carry on
    
    Blackball - The new disease
    Blackball - The new disease
    Blackball - Your evil ways have found their way inside me
    Blackball - The new disease
    Blackball - The new disease
    Blackball - For a better life in this high tech dog eat dog existence
    
    
    
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    Toy Dolls - "Dig That Groove Baby"
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    Friday night is bath night this is what they say
    We are gonna dig the groove, we've waited all day
    We wear trendy trousers with belts a mile too long
    We are gonna catch the bus into the town
    We are boogie on down..
    
    Dig that groove ba-a-by
    Dig that groove ba-a-by
    Dig dig dig dig digga that groove baby.
    
    There they are again covered in Old Spice
    They think they will get the girls cause
    they smell nice,
    They all call me riff raff
    'Coz I wear a Crombie
    I couldn't stand it being just like them
    they all look like puffs not men
    
    Dig that groove ba-a-by
    Dig that groove ba-a-by
    Dig dig dig dig digga that groove baby.
    
    See that trendy there she used to be a punk
    Now she's off to the disco to listen to junk
    Her boyfriend was a skinhead
    He used to shout Oi! Oi!
    Play that funky music that's what they say now
    Come with me and I'll show you how..
    
    Dig that groove ba-a-by
    Dig that groove ba-a-by
    Dig dig dig dig digga that groove baby.
    
    
    
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    US Bombs - "Yer Country"
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    Zeke - "Death Alley"
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