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>

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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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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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