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    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.
    
    Name:
    *Username:
    *Search Engine:
    *Why you want to take over the FAQ:
    *E-mail:
    Alternate E-mail:
    
    
    *-Indicates required forms
    
    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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    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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