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: firstname.lastname@example.org 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 email@example.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 firstname.lastname@example.org for the lyrics) Molly likes her hand jobs and Toby’s just a fat slob They get drunk all day And fuck their world away Just like we did Toby preaches kindness and Molly’s just his mattress They smoke out all night To try and to make things right But that’s what she said That’s what she said Denise don’t like needles When she’s face down in the street But that’s the way it goes When you’ve sold you’re soul Can’t fight your demons Life’s the bottom line And still you waste your time But that’s what she said That’s 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 let’s keep noise levels down Must separate the church and skate When don’t 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 ’tis 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 I’ll 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 email@example.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 I’m 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 It’s the same shit everyday But I got to know my place And if you don’t 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 I’m 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 I’m barely lovin’ my holy creed You never knew that was what you need Oh my God honestly believe it or not it’s 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 - it’s only right now (it’s only right now) Ooh yeah (ooh yeah) ooh yeah (ooh yeah), yeah yeah Unida~Black Woman (thanks to firstname.lastname@example.org): 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 email@example.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 we´ll 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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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 see… !!! 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 email@example.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: You’ve got something about you You’ve 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 you’re under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul I’m 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 you’re 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 you’re under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul Kiss~Lick It Up: Don’t wanna wait ’til you know me better Let’s just be glad for the time together Life’s such a treat and it’s time you taste it There ain’t a reason on earth to waste it It ain’t a crime to be good to yourself Chorus: Lick it up, lick it up, it’s 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 Don’t need to wait for an invitation You gotta live like you’re on vacation There’s something sweet you can’t buy with money - lick it up, lick it up It’s all you need, so believe me honey It ain’t 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: Copyright 2003-2004 Joey E. Rodner (Darth Bastard) firstname.lastname@example.org All rights reserved This document was created by Joey E. Rodner (Darth Bastard). It is the sole property of of him. The ONLY websites that can post this document are the following: http://www.gamefaqs.com/ This document may not be edited, sold, copied, posted on other websites besides the above, etc WITHOUT permission from Joey E. Rodner (Darth Bastard; e-mail above) By reading, viewing, using, etc in any way, you must follow the copyright. 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. 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