Tony Hawk's Underground
Playstation 2/Xbox/GameCube

Song Lyrics Faq

Last Updated: [September 8th, 2004]

Current version: Final (for now)

Written by Joey E. Rodner (Darth Bastard)

E-Mail: darthbastard82@gmail.com

Lyrics Total: 40/81


Document ©2003-2005 All Rights Reserved.

I Table of Contents:

I-Table of Contents
II-Introduction
III-Version
IV-Punk/Rock/Other Songs
V-Hip Hop Songs
VI-Rock/Other Songs
VII-FAQ
VIII-Legal Info
IX-Credits

Note: Do Ctrl+F and write the Roman Numeral to find the section

II Introduction:

Welcome to the THUG lyrics faq. Here you will find lyrics for all songs on
the THUG soundtrack. Hope this faq is helpful to you and have fun knowing 
the words to your favorite THUG songs!

III Version:

v.0.1 11-20-03: 12 songs done. Next update will have at least 8 more songs 
done.

v 0.2 1-10-04: I completly forgot about the faq so sorry for the delay. Anyway,
10 songs were added. Also, sometimes e-mail gets in my junk
folder and deletes itself in 7 days. Please, if you did not get credit or
anything else you asked/gaved, please e-mail me again.

v 0.3 1-28-04: 5 songs done and those missing in the credits are now in it. 
Also, there are a lot of songs such as The Days and Don't Wait that 
I can't find lyrics for. Please, anyone with lyrics please e-mail me. Thanks.

v 0.4 2-1-04: Here's something special for SuperBowl Sunday, 5 songs. 
Go Patriots! Also, a quick reminder, if your
name is not in the credits your e-mail probably got in my junk folder.
E-mail me again if your name isn't in the credits.

v 0.5 2-6-04: Here's a start to the weekend, 2 songs. Happy Listening 
(or singing)! :)

v 0.6 2-7-04: A whole new layout. No songs were added today. I'll get 3 on
Monday.

v 0.7 2-8-04: Yeah, I'm generous, I added 4 instead of 3. Enjoy. Also, expect
Rock/Other to have it's own section on Thursday, about 2 versions from now.
Again, enjoy.

v 0.8 2-12-04: 3 songs added. Oh, about the Rock/Other section, my PS2 is
broken at the moment and won't be fixed until Sunday. So I don't know
which songs are which. I'll get the rock/other section either Sunday, Monday
or Tuesday, depending on how busy I am. Also, it seems that I said that
Secondary Protocol will be a signal that I can't find anymore lyrics. Well,
I didn't find SP, so from now on, the only way for me to get more lyrics is
for you to e-mail me them.

v 0.9 2-17-04: Rock/Other done. No songs added today. Also, it seems my PS2
hasn't got fixed yet, dunno why. So I guessed which songs were Rock. So
some songs that are punk might be rock or vice versa. E-mail me if this
happens.

v Final: I'm married now and completely forgot about the FAQ. So, if you want 
to contact me, my new e-mail is darthbastard82@gmail.com. I will also be 
accepting forms for anyone to take over the FAQ. E-mail me at the new address.

If you wanna take over the FAQ, please fill out these forms and e-mail me.

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IV Punk Songs:

Alkaline Trio~Armageddon:

I wrote the words to this song on the back of a photograph
Behind your back it goes
A little something like this is way to big to miss
I got a letter in the mail
The sender failed to let me know where it came from
Opened it up and sure enough there we were
Arm in arm (up in arms) again
I know it's small but my last call's been called
Half an hour ago
I know it's late but do you think you could at least
Fix it for me
Then I'll go I'll go alone I swear
I won't tell a soul
I'll drink this beer and write in fear
Of a song everybody hates
Armageddon, let the light in
Before we say goodbye give us something to believe in
Armageddon, we're not begging
For too much I don't think
Just need a goodbye kiss (one last salute)
Before we sink
We sink

The Addicts~Viva La Revolution

Into the Dungeon with evil men
The people has risen we're free again
Come out of the closet
Come out of the hole
Come out of the woodwork
Come into the fold
Rebels and fighters, a license to kill
Unite with the bandits down from the hills
Open your windows
Open your doors
Open your minds
To a freedom of thought
Raise our voices, raise our flag
Smash the symbols of the life never had
Long live the symbols
Long live the scheme
Long live our hopes
Long live the dream
Dance in the streets at the carnival
Celebrate the victory now
Drink the wine from the rich man's cask
This revolution won't be the last

Angry Amputees~ She Said: (thanks to abortionsforallq@yahoo.com for 
the lyrics)

Molly likes her hand jobs
and Tobyís just a fat slob

They get drunk all day
And fuck their world away
Just like we did

Toby preaches kindness
and Mollyís just his mattress 

They smoke out all night
To try and to make things right
But thatís what she said

Thatís what she said

Denise donít like needles
When sheís face down in the street

But thatís the way it goes
When youíve sold youíre soul
Canít fight your demons

Lifeís the bottom line
And still you waste your time
But thatís what she said

Thatís what she said 

Bracket~2 Rak 005:

i hope you don't know my name
it just wouldn't be the same
i'm confused about all the things i do
'cause nothing that i say is true
and if i tell a lie, please be my alibi
i wanna make believe it's real
that's just the way i feel
there's nothing left to fabricate
did i mention that oh this is all a lie
i hide my identity
truth is my worst enemy
i'm confused about all the things i do
'cause nothing that i say is true
and if i tell a lie, please be my alibi
i wanna make believe it's real
that's just the way i feel
there's nothing left to fabricate
did i mention that oh this is all a lie
i just can't help foolin' my self

i hide my identity
truth is my worst enemy
i'm confused about all the things i do
'cause nothing that i say is true
and if i tell a lie, please be my alibi
i wanna make believe it's real
that's just the way i feel
there's nothing left to fabricate
did i mention that oh this is all a lie

The Clash~White Riot:

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick

An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!

All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it

Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!

Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?

Entombed~To Ride, Shoot Straight, and Speak the Truth:

Got a god and her bless
I want everything she offers and won't settle for less
I see heaven under my feet as well as over my head
Bet you wish you was already dead
Always less done than said

Met this guy, who knows why
But he says "I know where you'll go when you die"
Told him how I felt for his god and that I wasn't impressed
You see, I'm already blessed

I wanna ride
Gun in my hand
God on my side
I've tired
So far no good
More than a little misunderstood

Love the fall
No control
They say "it takes one to know one"
Well I know them all
They say "stupid is as stupid does"
Guess you'll always be if you ever was

GBH~Crush 'Em:

I Dont wear a tie dont ask me why i feel uncomfortable in one 
and i wont wear a suit cause it might take root
and i end up towing one of your lines

You laugh at me because im different i laugh at you your all the same you'll 
find it really hard to laugh now with one of my bullets in your brain HA HA

I aint bothering you why you messing with me im just trying to do my own thing
You dont know my story who made you judge and jury stay with rules to which you 
cling

Free thinkers open minds the opposite of your kind you hate everyone 
to the core You got a cruel vent savage amusement 
knuckles dragging along the floor



Can't take no more of this daily grind
I need some space to unwind
Not enough Carrots to many sticks
But i'm prepared to take the risks

I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again

There's no respect where's it all gone
The silent ticking of a smart bomb
Buildings crumble people bleed
They've got us crawling on our knees

I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again

Well I'm not the man I used to be
Public enemy number three
It was on the cards you could tell
Now I'm all tooled up and mad as hell

I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again

Self defense is not a crime
Victims end up doing time
Retaliation when they threaten
A water pistol is no only weapon

I'm falling down, I'm falling down, I'm falling down again



Send in the goon sqaud
It's getting out of hand
They're marching all over
Our Promised land
They've got dogs on bits of rope
And bits of rope for hair
I've seen them on the corner
Drinking flat cider

They're raved out right on fortunate sons 
a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones 
You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, 
You've gotta crush em like ants

So wheres your home now
And wheres your pride
You've liberated nothing
But we're still on your side
David meets goliath
For another round
Black flags are flying
Theres bodies on the ground

They're raved out right on fortunate sons 
a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones 
You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, 
You've gotta crush em like ants

Drinking from the poison pool
Divide and conquer divide and rule
The acid rain it may be stinging
But i dont hear no fat lady singing
Sitting in the road now
You're swinging from the trees
Harassing bastards hunting foxes
Saving birds and bees
If your life is boring
Give it a second chance
Work is a four letter word
So give it up and dance

They're raved out right on fortunate sons 
a hooligan element spoils it for the genious ones 
You've gotta Crush Em, Crush Em, Crush Em like ants, 
You've gotta crush em like ants 

Jane's Addiction~Suffer Some:

She's so lucky that she had to suffer some
Left her happy home began to drink and slum
She's got problems?
C'mon name me one?
She makes problems
Like makin' new friends

She had to suffer some
Be like everyone
Had to suffer some
She gets in free down at the scream
Oh yeah

All night running through her living room
All her sucked up her friends and daughter too
You poor mother! You cashed your little one in
For a three bag fill up and a new syringe

She had to suffer some
Be like everyone
Had to suffer some
Was in the pink now she's in the blue
Oh yeah

And you know
She's seen better days
Did you hear?
How far she's gone?
Far away
Far away
She's gone far away

May be the last song you'll be sung
Ain't no sweet left in that emotion
She's got problems
And more problems to come
'cause it's worse than murder
That's what you done
Now you go suffer!

Yeah she had to suffer some
Be like every one
Had to suffer some
Was in the pink baby's feeling blue?
Yeah she had to suffer some
Be like every one
Had to suffer some
She gets in free
Always was a freak
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

NOFX~ The Seperation of Church and Skate:

Lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth
When did punk rock become so safe, when did the scene become a joke
The kids who used to live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke
Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, in fact letís keep noise levels down

Must separate the church and skate

When donít we put pad on the kids,helmets,head gear and mouth pieces
They we could pad the floor and walls,put cameras inside bathroom stalls
We make sure only nice bands play,and we could sing my country ítis of thee 
sweet land of liberty

When did punk rock become so safe
I know it wasnt duane or fletcher, who put up the barricades
Like a skate in the heart, somehow we got driven apart

I want conflict I want dissent, I want the scene to represent
Our hatred of authority, our fight against complacency
Stop singing songs about girls and love, you killed the owl you freed the dove
Confrontation and politics replaced with harmonies and shticks
When did punk rock become so tame, these fucking bands all sound the same
We want our fights we want our thugs, we want our burns we want our drungs
Where is the violent apathy, these fucking records are rated g

Orange Goblin~ Your World will Hate This:

Turning you on to a world full of shit
Twisted beyond a return
Filling our brain with a lot of cocaine
'Cos I got money to burn

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

Reeking of ether and terminal madness
Trapped in a psycho disguise
I've got the heart of a wolf and I'm thinking
This is the best way to die

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

This is the world that I share with the clowns
Loaded on vice and disease
Filling your head with an urge to be dead
The least you could do is say please

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

QOTSA~ You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire:

Dead bull with the life from the low
Iíll be massive conquistador
Give me soul and show me the door
Metal heavy, soft at the core
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Pressurize, neutralize
Deep fried, gimme some more

Space flunky, four on the floor
Fortified with the liqour store
This one's down, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Shrunken head I love to adore
B-movie, gimme some gore
Gimme toro, gimme some more
B-movie, gimme some gore

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Rise Against~ Like The Angels: (Thanks to minoko18@hotmail.com)

they turn the lights down low, 
in shadows hiding from the world, 
only coming out when it gets cold. 

the seas part when they hit the floor, 
the voices carry on and out the door. 
and everything you touch turns into gold. 

like the angel, you are, 
you laugh creating a lightness in my chest. 
your eyes, they penetrate me. 
your answer's always 'maybe', 
that's when I got up and left. 

a beating heart and a microphone, 
a ticking clock in an empty home, 
still tells of these times so long ago. 
and even though I've come so far, 
I know I've got so far to go, 
and any day now I'll explode. 

like the angel, you are, 
you laugh creating a lightness in my chest. 
your eyes, they penetrate me. 
your answer's always 'maybe', 
that's when I got up and left. 

each and everyday, it leads into tomorrow, 
and tomorrow brings one less day without you. 
but don't wait up, just leave the light on, 
'cause all the roads that I might take, 
will all one day lead back to you. 

like the angel, you are, 
you laugh creating a lightness in my chest. 
your eyes, they penetrate me. 
your answer's always 'maybe', 
that's when I got up and left.

Social Disortion~ Mommy's Little Monster:

Mommy's little monster dropped out of school,
Mommy's little monster broke all the rules.
He loves to go out drinking with the boys,
He loves to go out and make some noise.
He doesn't wanna be a doctor or a lawyer get fat rich.
He's 20 years old he quit his job,
Unemployment pays his rent!
His brothers sisters have tasted sweet success,
His parents condemn him, say "his life's a mess!"
He's mommy's little monster, he's not afraid to admit it.
He's mommy's little monster, don't wake him in a fit!!!
Mommy's little monster shoots methadrine,
Mommy's little monster had sex at 15
She left home for the streets,
She couldn't deal with all that heat.
She had fun with the boys in the band,
In her eyes it will never end.
Her dad asked what happened to her face,
It could have happened in any place!!!
[Chorus:]
Her eyes are a deeper blue, she likes her hair that color too.
She can even wear a dress, that doesn't mean she'll ever confess.
She's mommy's little monster
She's mommy's little monster
She's mommy's little monster
DON'T TAKE HER LIFE AWAY!!!

Stiff Little Fingers~Suspect Device:

Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead
Their solutions are our problems
They put up the wall
On each side time and prime us
And make sure we get fuck all
They play their games of power
They mark and cut the pack
They deal us to the bottom
But what do they put back?

(Chorus:)
Don't believe them
Don't believe them
Don't be bitten twice
you gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out
Suss suspect device

They take away our freedom
In the name of liberty
Why don't they all just clear off
Why won't they let us be
They make us feel indebted
For saving us from hell
And then they put us through it
It's time the bastards fell

(Chorus)

Don't believe them
Don't believe them
Question everything you're told
Just take a look around you
At the bitterness and spite
Why can't we take over and try to put it right

(Chorus)

We're a suspect device if we do what we are told
But a suspect device can score an own goal
I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse
You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse
We're gonna blow up in their face

Strike Anywhere~Refusal:

sister
I won't let you go
I won't let them take you
into the silence of a past divided
brother
keep teaching the power
we only move together
away from the past that made us fall apart


I refuse to run and I will die
before I kneel in this life


systems
of profits we punish
with love as our weapon
and unity
unity rebirth in fire


I refuse to run and I will die
before I kneel in this life


are we crucified
we defend our birthright
equality betrayed
and every hour a voice is lost
but every rage defies the cost
embrace the whole world as your kin
truth to truth and skin to skin
begin


searching for an end to the bullshit reactions
another way to separate us
and end to the bullshit of separation
another way to keep us from truth

Sublime~Seed:

Janie always said I was a mess
Sorry bout that mess
I made her bleed
Iím planting my seed
Still I knew it could take it if I opened up the rhythm
I knew it could make it
I hope her parents love her
So feelin the acid on the brain
Still I got that frame I made
Her bleed yeah she wants that lovin you see
Well if you live you wanna give or get old
And if you never knew that we get old you live it up
You get old believe me when I say
Itís the same shit everyday
But I got to know my place
And if you donít it smacks you in your face
I know I know her parents love her
So billyed back in 1983 what did you do for me
I made her bleed
Iím planting my seed
I knew we could make it
I only knew that the bitch would break it
I hope her parents love her
So my God look at me
If he had to go I know
I know Iím barely loviní my holy creed
You never knew that was what you need
Oh my God honestly believe it or not itís a disease.

Superjoint Ritual~It Takes No Guts:

There is no bright relation, refry this shitty life 
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it? 
The promise of piss is here, and I've dug the filthy dredge 
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it? 
There is no grace in waiting, there's only bastard baiting 
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it? 

Raped by your father, where you hurt there? 
Were you horny? Were you horrified? 

They were the first to revv up, they were the last to ride 
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it? 

Taken by a blood relation-take that, love that 
Given inches, given fortitude-take that, love that 
Crying eyes, a man of forty-take that, love that 
Taken back there, day to day 
I feel, extreme, amped up 

Kill the guilty 


The Transplants~ California Babylon:

watch me

Waitress out dressed like nurses in bondage
Brought me the check, said I want you to sign this
Union boy standing next to the rastas
There's gonna be a strike and you ain't gonna stop us
Three men standing and they love what they do
You won't see it coming, cause they wanna surprise you
Consider it done, they're gonna stand right by you
American punks don't care about you
Hollywood what you gonna do? [x2]

Don't say that you don't understand
Don't say that you can't comprehend
Don't say that you don't understand, this is California Babylon, my man

You can take away the nights with sights with bright lights
Seeks still ride, engage in street fights
Two to the head, pull around, he's dead
Suspect fled, caught up with bloodshed
No sign of hope, we fight and sling dope
Junkies to our left, no fix, they can't cope
Violence won't cease, hand me the crow piece
No peace or sleep, we fight with police

this is the city that'll make all your dreams come true
so pay attention

[chorus]

At last she had arrived, we turned in exhausted
Cocaine in her pocket, she can get busted
Once again she passes, now she's gone
Now she's with her friend, her beautiful young
She showed up on the scene, she was 17
Now she's 21, she does some more coke, she does some more coke
She drinks some whiskey and she smokes some dope
She thinks she's a star [x4]
Do you know who you are? [x4]

[chorus]

Chorus

Come on - itís only right now (itís only right now)
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah) ooh yeah (ooh yeah), yeah yeah

Unida~Black Woman (thanks to minoko18@hotmail.com):

Ride with me baby 
Just ride all night long. yeah. (alright) 
Heavy like my lady 
Just fly all night long. yeah. (right on) 
Some say that your crazy 
That doesnt mean my face is always blue. Yeah (alright) 

Chorus: 
Should it be the answer should it be a sun? 
Should it be the boy you never call your gun (yeah)? 
Should it be the intro should it be the sun? 
Can it be the black girl you never call at one? 

So can you find my lady 
Can you justify the love you see tonight? yeah. (right on) 
So fly with me baby. just fly all night long. (right on) *uhh* 

(Chorus x1) 

You got it on, you got it on 
Get it get it you got it 
Black Woman... Yeah 

V Hip Hop Songs:

Aceylone-Rapps On Deck:

Uhh, yeah - today is Easter..
So what? Uhh, yeah

When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible
When I put it down it's so unforgettable
Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable
Right over the track you can hear my flow
But watch, for the train, cause it doesn't move slow
I like to gain mo', mental men blow
I know by the symptoms, the system is malfunctioned
But, how can you function without any plan
to put it in your own hands - but I doubt it
See we was all put here, so you could put a foot here on my neck
You better bring a TEC/TECH-
-nician cause permission was respect when I kick
For the mic check, and the almighty intellect
So let's take time to reflect, they haven't got me yet
Place your bets, rapps on deck

When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible
When I put it down it's so unforgettable
Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable
Motherfuckersers walk with they NOSE UP
And they all-seeing third eye CLOSED UP
And the green-eyed monster waitin IN THE CUT
Just to FUCK 'EM UP, I know the streets gon' SUCK 'EM UP
Turn on your television, check out the media
And let it captivate you, follow the needier
There's no experience, in your interview
30 words a minute, we won't be needin you!
So let your hustle guide, and don't you be afraid
And if you come up sho't, that's how the game was played
First it's Dr. Jekyll, and then it's Mr. Hyde
It was a groovy ride, now kiss yo' ass goodbye
And you can make it through, and you can make away
I'll keep on mockin you, until the break of DAY!
Yeah, uhh - uhh yeah, rapps on deck

When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible
When I put it down it's so unforgettable
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable
Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable

Uhh yeah, rapps on deck - rapps on deck
... Happy Easter
Alright cut it

Busdriver~ Imaginary Places: (thanks to minoko18@hotmail.com)

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
and to show you around imaginary places 
puttin many lumps on my bloody stump 
edible habits so I bit the perfect circle 
die in your sleep with the sky at your feet 
ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace 
how did you do it, i dont know, im ok 
every person i know is a secret sorta agent 
cuz im accused of lewd conducts 
(all prove hard to rate the prompts?) (**my guess**) 
any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin 
a funny farm a coo-coo but they need a villian 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
there is not a sicker person that can do it better 
no need to skip it in my eco system 
but in the audience of me being evil christian 
H-M know how I hate him so 
but he charged me for a halo 
but im on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk 
of a sky mirror Ill go crazy with a mud pie 
I play dead songs on the sill screen 
Iron my shirt it is a chill dream 
It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it 
straight up from the center finally fair-well 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
and to give your assault rifle a bannana clip 
flow in the dark when i stroll in the park 
giving everybody informative pamphletes 
no sign of life for as far as i can see 
everybodys just charred meat up in the car seat 
eat shit and die to the secret spy 
cuz i have this funny feeling that im being watched 
24-hour survailance 
money or power or ailments 
whyd they send the medical the he shimmered me the hammer 
it was way too much you coulda went and had 200 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot 
late market closed, and the irk on her nose 
turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts 
shes had no love for the thought that she was 
she doesnt love me cuz I dont have the right hair cut 
Im miss-understood, I just face it, Im no good 
but I will not appologize for anything that I say 
My name is Mr Busdriver 
this is the producer Paris 
we did not embarass to admit that we were purchasing a bit 
of our own imaginary place 

kids.. if you want to piss off your parents 
show interest in the arts 

kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents 
buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes 

ok ok, alright, yea.. 
now 
move! 

- lots of scratching - 

gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to) 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
Paris and Daddy care, theyll also be there too 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
Unless you get the (senamums) to her weīll help you 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you 

Im just here to hold your hand when you die 
Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too 

Im just here to hold your hand to die 
Im just here to hold your hand when you 
Just here to hold your hand.. 
when you die..

Cannibal Ox~Iron Galaxy: (Thanks to 123@buffalo.com for the 2nd half)


 [ Chorus ]
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is, animal found toast
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is, animal found toast
My shell, mechanical found ghost
But my ghetto is, animal found toast
Animal found toast... but my ghetto ... animal

[ Vordual Megala ]
Life's ill, some-time's life might kill
Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill
Is life real? Yo akhi builds
When life feels, like earth don't spin
Whirlwinds mic blend
Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous cuz man kills
And still, cats visualize life ghetto like
Born mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life incomplete light and be like
I'm a live life after this
One crime, one line from the Mega-la
Blow spine, everyone
Knows the city's ill, cats kill
Still black man holds nine
Gotta chill star
C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar
Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars
and detach large, channels
But our bar's handle might break mic's
Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's
Strive live live fuck five I want a hundred and eight mic's

'Son, yo son did you see that kid yo?
Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out.
Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out...'

Five digits cock biddy nine mili
 
One floor shine silly
Spun city one verbs hit milly
Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty
Livin' in in a world shitty
Yo they spun young earth, now shitty
And while 5-0 might shoot black head
Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads
D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo
Black kids, locked away
Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow
While, lock head fabian
Achmed Arabian
Layin' in
Bodeg holdin' drama a.k
Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque
Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j
Wig splits mad quick
Spinnin' three six oh ways
C 4 blew the door nuber eight
Summer fate tank top wit a knot
Number nine said run the place
Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape
Yo star, don't wet that
Fucked her face lets stuff the plays
Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon
Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots
Gonna make a difference so we get locked
Caught in the shit and losin' what we got
Come on black
E-qual-E-qual

'Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species 
that preys even on itself?'

[ Vast Air Kramer ]
And if there's crack in a basement
Crack heads stand adjacent
Anger displacement
Two step arangements
You were a still born baby
Mother didn't want you, but you were still born
Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone
What you figga
That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure
So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler
Infested with money and diamond cluster
Lets talk in laymen terms
Rotten apples and big worms
Early birds and poachers
New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them
Prepare to be vic-tims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we take it personal
A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew
Every day is no frills, empty krills
Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills
I rest my head on 115
But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean
And death is the median
And pergatory is the mold that we settle in
"No doubt"
I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch
So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts
Battered wives, molested children
Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling
Cats walk around New York with two fillin's
One is in their mouth the other, does the killin'
I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin'

Deltron 3030~Positive Contact:

[Del]
Transmutation, brand new statements
I'll have you gapin, open
Check it out y'all

Now let's see -- Deltron Z
Art avenger, let's start the adventure
Hit ya with nerve gas, absurd blasts
Crashin space craft, I'm bio-enhanced
Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution
Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail
Super-sleuth, a new race
Mad creator, savage nature
World Wide Web, the ebb and flow
Light years from watchful eyes while my thoughts
provide
Objective, ? pompous prophecies
Underground societies are ?
Asteroid surfing, castor-oil burping
The darkest side of humanity animated
The grand awakening, plan to take it in
I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks
With clusters small, empty ?
Many MCs cruise low earth orbit
Easier for me to use my search ?
Drift by a star, absorb it, and ? it
Leave tourists pourous, my galaxy's gorgeous
Quantum jump-- I'm right at your doorstep


[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(I know perfectly well what it is you're talking
about)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)

[Del]
Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition
My last decision, pulse amplification
Terror with napalm, I want y'all to stay calm
Alien annihilation, I stay armed to the grill piece
and kill beef
20 percent matter, 30 percent is energy
Assimilating to become a living being
Evaporative radiation fades your station
I get high as aviation

[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(reactors on)
Positive contact

(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)

[Del]
I rise like helium, you're falling rapidly
Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
I'm what you call a legend, dominance with armageddon
Gives me a warm reception
Verbal war with weapons, installation
Blowin the star dust, distance twelve parsecs
Enthuse your phalanx with my literary talents
Just a bit of balance, rip the silence
in space, all-star systems are our victims
Atomics, anonymous with ominous 
implications of information, 
or information, and entertainment
Cyber-tech dialect, you gotta earn my respect
I'm like grammar or to amateurs, hit em with a
cannonball
And in all this confusion, the fusion of music and
mind
precipitates translucent illusions
Search the ruins with Automator
Hit the walls with a carbonator
Hit-or-missiles, just regenerate
The sonic soldiers allow us to demonstrate
Emergency dispatch, skyscrapers rip back
>From the impact, their flow is mismatched
My style's protected by heat shields and ceramics
Don't panic, I landed on planet Mercury
Gave it atmosphere, set up my headquarters
I'll never get captured here
Rap your tear ? clap your ear ? with Solesonic
Mantronic phonics
Turn your brain to an omelette
I'll hold a comet in bondage, with my dominance
Take a space shuttle to escape trouble
Bounce through the Milky Way
Not many MCs feel this way

[Kid Koala cuts:]
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(yeah yeah, what is it now)
Positive contact
(wait a minute)
Positive contact
(even if the record skips, I still rip)


Jurassic 5~A Day At The Races:

Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness
Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh
Read it in bold print, we holdin it down
Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town
Uhh, master blaster sound
Freak the future far from here and now
With style, release increase the peace, uhh
Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets
Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun
On one, listen to the warrior's drum
Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock
and make you wanna crash the spot
And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code
With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold
And foretold to scores of six years ago
Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe
Supasyllable, major to the minimal
Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo
Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in
The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin

[Zaakir]
Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue
In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s
My speech is like holding two glocks apiece
The outreach that rock police
The super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches
Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer
And I came to get it (HIT IT)
Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush
Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol
I planted my gold, and low and behold
It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock
Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop
The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
Curse my circus, serve this surface
And watch how the brother fet over
The fly Cassanova with the frankencense odor

[Percy P]
Bear witness
To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures
When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches
Splatter your brains
Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
That'll explain how you was battled and slain
I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses
Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
 
Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma
And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze

[Big Daddy Kane]
Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects
On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts
On streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set
On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex
Still that Gucci dressin, still that coochie pressin
My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em
I don't use discretion; cop tends to be stressin
shit explainin it, who's he testin?
Finsta perform all physical forms
Leave your ass shakin like a Mystikal song
Please Dumb, what type of fuck was you on?
Cause man to compress a nigga mean One less a nigga (uh-huh)
All I want is my bitchz all recruitin a slimmy
All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi
Duel with any, bring it, I face-off
Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball

[Chali 2na]
Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
Never predictability
Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme
We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone
Attackin you wack clones
Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone
that come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)
We fight like Stokely Carmichael
Nope! We just like you
We broke and ain't no tellin what we might do
Ain't no joke
Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
with the King Asiatic and Percy P
Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D
Spit venom and burn your body like a STD

[Marc 7]
Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrong
I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song
This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song
Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong
Back and forth, I spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss 
My verbal affirmation is to always go off
When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin the vibe
When consider it pride, it's J5
When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy
Aim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready
Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti
OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity
We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it
Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide
Write and stay tight, mission's in sight
Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife

Mr. Lif~ Phantom:

[LIF]
Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now I'm to the tower somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya *****
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
And come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

[EL-P]
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
Made from the pain of the fragile
(repeat 3x)

[LIF]
 
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream?  Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch

Single mother, who are you?  (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you?  (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Can't get ahead no matter what you do? (I phantom)

NAS~ The World Is Yours:

"It's yours!" --> [T La Rock]

[Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

[Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
"It's yours!"
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker

"It's yours!"

[Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
[PR] Break it down

[Pete Rock cuts and scratches "It's yours!"]

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

"It's yours!"

[Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock]

[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
[PR] Whose world is this?
[Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
[Nas] Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours
[PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"
Break it down

Yea aight?
To everybody in Queens, the foundation
"It's yours!"
The world is yours
To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
"It's yours!"
The world is yours
To everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yours 
"It's yours!"
The world is yours
Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
"It's yours!"
Long Island, the world is yours 
"It's yours!"
Staten Island, yea the world is yours
"It's yours!"
South Bronx, the world is yours
"It's yours!"
Aight

Quasimoto~Low Class Conspiracy:

[Quasimoto]
Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see whats happening
smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt

[Madlib] Somebody pass me that tray

[Quasimoto]
Get on the freeway yo its after dark
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black asses
The Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car,like it's nigga hunting season
Yeah, around... asking about where's the pound..
Where's the gun, are y'all niggaz on the run?
You got warrants?
y'all ready for some informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, man they can't find no evidence

[Quasimoto]
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands so the whole crew could expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like fuck it, I ain't got no dough anyway
They started to plant in my garage
As they get large
Start to gather the entourage
My niggaz straight hit the bank
With so much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's
To keep it free's
Plus a nigga ratted so far on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
I said fuck y'all, y'all ain't got no evidence

VI Rock/Other Songs:

Authority Zero~Everyday

I look around and it's the same old situation on a different day
These masses of confrontation beating me down
I'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place 
A never ending crossword of questions collaborates
While asking myself, where are we going in time?
But hey, everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground
And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe
That everything is okay, but in the end
The life that you choose to lead is your fate
You'll see
Communication with yourself and asking,
"Is this really where I want to be?"
No way!
Patronized, antagonized, and bound beyond
the boundaries of everyday life
A mutual enmity for a system of conformity, and asking myself, 
Is this really where I want to be? 
Anchors away, don't let it drag you down oh no!
But hey everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground
And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe
That everything is okay, but in the end
The life that you choose to lead is your fate
You'll seeÖ !!!
Well I know by now, but keep wondering how
How many times will I fall?
I'll keep standing tall!
Everything you talk about and everything you see
Everybody's trying to tell you who you want to be
Don't try to separate reality from dreaming
Trust yourself, keep on believing
I think I can is all that you can really tell yourself
Just keep on and moving my friend oh yeah someday you're gonna see!
That hey everyday, well I'll pick my feet up off the ground
And everyday, you'll see, I don't make believe
That everything is okay, but in the end
The life that you choose to lead is your fate
You're gonna see

Bad Religion~Big Bang:

This isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend.
Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend.
I've got this feeling and I don't know what it is.
This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah.
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day.
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.
What comes around always goes around, yeah.
A million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls,
All waiting for a moment in life when they can heed the clarion call.
And it's all so oppressive my mind feels like a sieve.
This city's overcrowded, man, and I need room to live.
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day.
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.
What comes around always goes around, yeah.
I think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone,
All suffering in the notion of better things to come.
If you share these beliefs you know I wish you well,
'cause there's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell, yeah.
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day.
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.
What goes around always comes around.

Clutch~Impetus:

Justification, the means are the end
Doctrine and dogma, i will not relent
This world a garden in need of such weeding
This world a minefield in need of such sweeping

This ministration without full consent
Fire and brimstone, I will not relent
Just as all good things must come to an end
I will administer as I see fit

I will not relent
I will not relent
I will not relent
I am driven! (2x)

Impetus! (6x)
I am driven ...

In Flames~Embody The Invisible:

I demand nothing
But I want it all
What priviledge do we have
Under the sun
That gives us rights to the throne?

Species come and go
But the earth stands forever fast
All rivers run towards the sea
But the sea is never full

To discover the lonliness
And be too proud to show the wounds
We forever wander alone through the years

But I won't let you near
Begging, begging for you to understand
The fear that lives in my soul
Is and untouched spring

Read what is written on the silent mouth
What is written in the soul
For which is written in the shining silence 
We all have to read

My body will be bent from the burdens
When the shaking floor of life-force
Reveals the chasm underneath
If only one could be two steps ahead

To discover the lonliness
And be too proud to show the wounds
We forever wander alone through the years

But I won't let you near
Begging, begging for you to understand
The fear that lives in my soul
Is and untouched spring

Read what is written on the silent mouth
What is written in the soul
For which is written in the shining silence 
We all have to read

Hellacopters~[Gotta Get Some Action] Now:

There comes a time when a man's gotta choose
A time when you have to decide what to do
Watcha' gonna do? Well I got better things to do with my time
Than to sit on my ass and throw pearls before swine

Gotta-gotta-go-go light up the ignition
Gotta kill that sacred cow
Please spare me all of your futuristic visions
'Cuz I gotta get some action
Gotta get some action now!

Things have been goin' on for much too long
Yeah I've heard it all before and I think I know the song
Careful now kid, you might just fall for their ruse
Well I couldn't really bother 'cuz I got nothin' to lose

Gotta-gotta-go-go light up the ignition

Gotta kill that sacred cow
Please spare me all of your futuristic visions
'Cuz I gotta get some action
'Cuz I gotta get some action
'Cuz I gotta get some action

Gotta-gotta-go-go light up the ignition
Gotta kill that sacred cow
Please spare me all of your futuristic visions
'Cuz I gotta get some action
Gotta get some action now!

High On Fire~Hung, Drawn, and Quartered:

The candle has burnt through, the wax that once covered my eyes
The Pharisees told you, but you knew of the black serpent lies
Come all ye losers, don`t you know you`re the children of life
Follow me now and we`ll burn down the pillars of time

The evil has come and the darkness will cover the light
Above the legions, who will slay the poor and the blind
Warriors that follow, won`t you read the sign and the time
Stand now in battle and we`ll crush the clan and their kind

Hot Water Music~Remedy (thanks to yuriprime14@hotmail.com): 

I need a remedy of diesel and dust 
Something I can taste with a fix I can trust 
Another high, more potent than lust. 
Eating and repeating 
like the workings of rust and time. 

I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain 
dancing down on the window pane. 
Comatose. Eyes half closed. 
Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn. 
I froze from head to toe. 
Clenched the jaw, 
then felt my body roll over slow. 

I must live to know that healing takes some time. 

So no regrets, and no looking back to sinking ships. 
I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis. 
"I'm down. Cut and bound. 
Counting scars, and counting blessings loud." 
So loud. 

I mist live to know that time alone is always 
healing as long as there's bleeding. 
No regrets, or falling fits. 
I'll strip the gauze and bleed it. 

There's no worry. 
It's only simple therapy.

Kiss~ God Of Thunder:

Youíve got something about you
Youíve got something I need
Daughter of aphrodite
Hear my words and take heed
I was born on olympus
To my father a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one

God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell youíre under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

Iím the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command you to kneel
Before the

God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell youíre under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

I am the lord of the wastelands
A modern day man of steel
I gather darkness to please me
And I command thee to kneel
Before the

God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell youíre under
Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul

Kiss~Lick It Up:

Donít wanna wait ítil you know me better
Letís just be glad for the time together
Lifeís such a treat and itís time you taste it
There ainít a reason on earth to waste it
It ainít a crime to be good to yourself
Chorus:
Lick it up, lick it up, itís only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up

Donít need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like youíre on vacation
Thereís something sweet you canít buy with money - lick it up, 
lick it up
Itís all you need, so believe me honey
It ainít a crime to be good to yourelf

Kiss~Rock 'N Roll All Night:

You show us everything you've got
You keep on dancin' and the room gets hot
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You say you wanna go for a spin
The party's just begun, we'll let you in
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'

I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day


You keep on saying you'll be mine for a while
You're lookin' fancy and I like your style
You drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You show us everything you've got
Baby, baby that's quite a lot
And you drive us wild, we'll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin', you keep on shoutin'


I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all nite and party every day
I wanna rock and roll

Mastodon~Crusher Destroyer:

lesson
the honoring instinct of animal
pressure
no blame on the red bull
throw fury at him

aim gorge and win

less contenders on the way today
let them pay
nothing lost
nothing gained

listen
here lies the warning for matador
blackout
blood running the dirt floor
won't bleed by accident

burn your game plan

Refused~ New Noise:

Can I scream?
We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack the motion to move to the new beat

It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it
If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads
Adjust the $1000 smile and behold the creation of man
Great words won't cover ugly actions
Good frames won't save bad paintings

We lack the motion to move to the new beat
We lack motion

When the day is over the doors are locked on us
'Cause money buys the access 
And we can't pay the cost
How can we expect anyone to listen
If we're using the same old voice? 
We need new noise 
New art for the real people

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not, we're not, we're not
We're not, we're not, we're not
Leading

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs

Here we go...

We dance to all the wrong songs
We enjoy all the wrong moves
We dance to all the wrong songs
We're not leading

The new beat...

Thank you

VII Faq:

Q: There's a bug/error in your faq!
A: Read the Credits

Q: I'd like to submit a suggestion/information to your faq.
A: Again, read the credits

Q: I reported a bug/error and or submited a suggestion/information in/to
your faq, but I'm not in the credits!
A: I'll have to get it in the next update.

Q: Are there any songs you can unlock?
A: Yes, you can unlock 2 songs from KISS. Lick it Up and God of Thunder.

Q: How do I do that?
A: Hit the letters "K I S S" in the level "Hotter Than Hell". You must do that
twice.

Q: How do I unlock this/that.
A: If it has nothing to do with lyrics, read the cheats section of
gamefaqs or read another faq.

Q: That song in the commerical....
A: It's not in the game. The song is United States of Whatever by Liam Lynch

Q: Holeshot unlocks the commercial Song!
A: No it does not, it only gives you the digivid cheat.

Q: I heard rumors that the digivid messes up your game....
A: It does. It keeps you from getting the Kiss Gap and you can't
get the peds.

Q: Did my e-mail get in your Junk Folder again?
A: Probably, keep trying.

Q: Song ____ isn't in your faq!
A: If I get the last song (Secondary Protocol), this means I couldn't find
anything else on the internet. Then people have to e-mail me the lyrics.
However, you may still e-mail me lyrics.


Feel free to e-mail me more questions. Do NOT e-mail the following:

Flames
Trolling
Spam
Useless Questions (e.g. What does Red and Yellow make?)
Asking to be co-author or owner of the faq.

VIII Legal Info:

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darthbastard82@hotmail.com
All rights reserved

This document was created by Joey E. Rodner (Darth Bastard). It is the
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Violating the copyright will result in a lawsuit.

IX Credits:

Joey E. Rodner (me) for making the faq.
Neversoft and Activision for the Tony Hawk Series.
Gamefaqs and CjayC for the great site and message board.
Nintendo, Sony, and Microsoft for the consoles this game was put on.

People who gave info:

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Thanks!




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