Helmet & House of Pain

Victimized
But you're in bed
Stumble out
And run dead
If it ever paid
To self start
Enviroment
Make you smart
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim, kid
I heard it once
But not before
Begging off
And livin' bored
My hands are tied
Webbed feet again
Fell in behind
And claim us dead
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Cast this
In spite of truth
Give it up
I'll lie to you
Blame and flame this
Turnid stat (???)
Pointed finger
You fall apart
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
You played yourself
Now you're pointin' fingers
How i've robbed and raped ya
Bruised and scraped ya
But those are just lies
Cause in your eyes
You've been victimized
It's how you size it up
You disguise it up
And try to make it look real
To cover up the low self esteem you feel
Introspection
And afterthought
Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport
But now you're caught up
In the undertow,
You never knew a man
Could sink so low
But now you know
Cause you're John Doe
In a black bag
A tag on your toe
I built the House
I felt the Pain
You're victimized
But got no one to blame
Just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
Just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
Holy diver
I'm a surviver
Feeling like DeNiro
In Taxi Driver
With Jodi Foster
And Harvy Keitel
Looks like I'm walkin'
Through a livin' hell
So spark that owl
And I'll get lifted
Feelin the effects
Of what my spliff did
Cause I'm gifted
I read Sun Tzu
I bought a gun too
So you'll never come too
The weight of the world
Ridin' on my shoulders
Cause I'm a soldier
I thought I told ya
You're just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
You're just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
				

Teenage Fanclub & De La Soul

Travelling at the speed of love
Hey kids, whats up
Remember when I used to be dope, yeah
I owned a pocket full of fame
But look what you're doing now, Well I know, I know
I lost touch with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (ooh yeah)
Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mike
(Six million ways) I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
Cause I got loose circuits (so loose)
I seen the mother goose with the eggs that seemed to be
Fallin Fallin Fallin
You played yourself (x4)
Yo pack my bags cause I'm out of here
My momma don't love me and my momma don't care
Read the papers the headlines say
Washed up rapper got a song (Rock on)
Lingo's busting while the guitar swings
B-Side copies for the radio plays (or something)
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum crew never wore a Kangol
Never could be like fake, fish won't bite bait
Realise that I'm over like clover
No good lucking so Maze hit the fucking beat
While the teenage fans are here
I bring it to the blues, I pay all my dues
So what's gone dead, let me use my forehead
Easy pack it up man, let me stop stalling
Cause everything I do is like falling
Falling Falling
You played yourself
				

Living Colour & Run DMC

I'm never alone, I'm in a zone of stone
I never leave home without my microphone
I break back's bones like a stone of Rome
I knick knack paddy whack and give a dog a bone
Like Al Capone I am a dog, I fold
As the mouth shutted up when I growled in tome
I go uptown, I come back home
With who? Me, myself and my microphone
I go uptown, I come back home with who?
Me, myself and my microphone
It's like this y'all, it don't stop
You see I'm uptown and rockin' the dope spot
So I dip to the dive, strive and come alive
The two MCs that make you mesmerized
For all of y'all, my name is Run
I rock big parties, have big fun
The mind blowing party rockin' MC fiend
Who came along and made it home
And changed the tone of the team
The coolest brother from around the way
Where from DJ Run and a kid named Jay
We go uptown and come back home
With who? Me, myself and my microphone
I go uptown, I come back home with who?
Me, myself and my microphone
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta get it on
Gotta, gotta, gotta get it on
Get much respect when I flex my tech
Unique when I speak and I'll wreck your deck
I used to take the train to go to school
The microphone holdin' on the golden rule
Hop! Hop! Hop! You can't stop my flow
I rock it in my pocket every time I go
Straight uptown, I come back home
With who? Me, myself and my microphone
I go uptown, I come back home with who?
Me, myself and my microphone
				

Biohazard & Onyx

Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!

Over here, and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees
I'm coolin in your freezer
He's a breezer
I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack,
And I make shit get wild
Run it by,
Bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Ceasar,
It's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in your brain,
Like a tweezer
The sinister thief, shaded to six feet deep for the misdemeanor,
Offender, the backbender
Corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender
Never perpetratin, so ain't no lurkin in the dark
I'm lurkin near the workin niggaz heart
Used to be a gambler,
When I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her,
Shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts,
And react and saturate brains with a plate of hot wax Intertwining,
Combining and aligning, shining,
studies in the light right now while we wreak fuckin havoc!
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Come inside with his highness,
The illinest Killin em with adrenalin,
Blast past the minimum
Look to the winter's ugliness, ruggedness
Under the rug, front to this, money strikes confidence
Chopped in the days and the blazin smell then the realm of a seance,
I blackloose, guns!
Comin to the project, walls with AKs
We're talkin days, word, that you sun You really want some next shit,
Some blood on the exit? ONYX!!!
Watch me wreck shit as they exit But yo I keep em hollerin,
Screamin out for mercy minds of a lowest of enemies,
Ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head you're dead not disbelievin
Got the toxic rock,
To bring a nigga Biohazard!
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard!
What the Evil Nastee Access?
Mad shit to burn the acids!
So ashes to ashes raps with the ghetto gats!
And I'm, doin niggaz ruin em showin em my razzamatazz
Mainly a Devil rebel, foul
Niggaz know we fuckin wild!I'm wild!
I'm wild He's wild So we's wild!
Capture the rapture! Come blackness after!
(Sticky Fingaz)
I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell
and make the white man call me MASTER
I'm six-six-six,
And need to repent to the pastor
SO FUCK THE RADIO and close your ears but read my lips
I rips and if you eat my words I'll leave your strung like umm
It was on the tip of my tongue!
But now it's stuck in between my throat I can't breath so I lick it
Onyx ain't the top pick,
You must be suckin a black dick And if it takes the death of me,
To make history The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say my words get in the way they render me speechless,
Ohh Black Jesus I'm cryin inside
Couldn't give a FUCK if I live or die cause I'm just a slave who's brave
But fuck pickin cotton,
I'd rather see my grave, so I meditated, before I was created
And if you prefer sorrow,
Made me reincarnated
Now I'm back rulin MC's but pussy niggaz increase
Well then it's just another nigga that,
Gotta get greased
So if you wanna talk shit, in order to avoid a fight
Say what the fuck you wanna say,
Just spell my name right
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH..... mother-FUCKER!
Judgment Night,
Got gun got badge Judgment Night,
Judgment Night,
In the echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!!
				

Slayer & Ice-T

War!
Our government is fucked
Shoulda bring us down
The media is psyched, civil and rest
Hatred can bring you down
War! I don't want your war!
War! We don't need your war!
WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR!
War!
Military fiends, starving countries
Drama brings you to your knees
Spill your back, this ain't humanity
Dying for the food we feed
War! I don't want your war!
War! We don't need your war!
WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR!
War!
Our government is fucked
Shoulda bring us down
The media is psyched, civil and rest
Hatred can bring you down
And justice drives you crazy
It drove L.A. insane
In this generation
Hatred is a name
War! I don't want your war!
War! We don't need your war!
WE DON'T NEED YOUR WAR!
War!
L.A. '92!
Bad sin, medicine should make you cry
The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die
L.A. '92!
Police has got me under stress
While all around's a fucking mess
Don't patronize my fucking ass
Some heads will get cracked
L.A. '92!
Millions kill themselves for good
He's got a fucking war
He won't revert till sickness comes
Just broken homes and broken bones
Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
Don't give a fuck!
Can't nobody knock you down
They ain't suppose to take you down
The system tries by locking us up
Of that kinda shit I had enough
Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
Don't give a fuck!
Disorder! Disorder!
Disorder! Disorder!
Disorder! Disorder!
Disorder! Disorder!
				

Faith No More & Boo-Yaa Tribe

Turn me up
Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away
The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay
And if they pay then they pay with they life
So watch another man try to hold on to his life
Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion
Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin'
I show no remorse to the source of the tales
And if they tell then the hungry better battle
Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table
And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able
I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder
And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus
But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease
I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece
Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of
And if they live, it's just another body murdered....
.....another body murdered....
I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill
And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed
I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be
And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G'
But if they think I'm blasted then they gone
I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome
I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked
And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool
I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ?
Had to witness my murder now they knowin'
What they blast so blast so at the pad
I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash....
If I went to say
---- that'd be my ass
Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares
Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real
And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill....
.....another body murdered.....
Bang your head to this....Turn me up!....another body murdered
...Faith No More....
I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, ehh...
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E...
I have to get it together to watch a body get murdered
Bang your head...come on...Bang your head....
....Bang your head.......Bang you head to this....
I see a fool an' I try an' test the fool
I testify that the fool will have to lose
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. gotta keep it low
Cause the brother that was shot with my motherfuckin Uz..ooooh...
As I bail with my head up
Round they crowd someone kicks my luck and then I get up
All these busters on my trail
Well they get where I'm at, but the fail cause' they can't bail
I keep bailin' I been stickin' my shit ever since they've had me jailed in
But it ain't all about servin' time...
It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine....
Another pass or passive
You wanta' play it by the Ridd did the king start blastin'
All these fools goin' up they sigh
They try to test mine
They never get to know why
Oooh how long can you live when a gangster like the Ridd keep smokin' that ass.....
Bang your head to this...
Turn me up.....I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered..ehh
Faith No More......I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.....Murder well I won...
				

Sonic Youth & Cypress Hill

Sugar come back, Get me high
Sugar come back, Get me high
Look who's back on the program
Hookin' up another fly joint
When I flow on the slow jam.
When I shift I kick to go
Like a fat drunk and I light up a fat spliff
Take a wiff
Can you smell that in the air?
When the smoke come out the building from every where
Shit I still get down
So just sit down
When my thoughts stops crawling
Time to sit down
With yet I go wrong
You got to hit my bong
Later on then I'll be getting high all alone
You got a friend named Mary Jane
And she make me feel stange
Now I've got to call out her name
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
Can I call Marijuanna
If you wanna party
While shit I'm gonna as soon as she comes out
Round to my neighberhood
Damm and she always smells good
Let me make this understood
Are you expirienced
Have you ever been experienced
Not for the life, make you delerious
Why is the room spinnin'
I can't stop now
I must have been drinking
'Cause this ain't pot
That's doing me like this
I feel ill now I'm calling out to Mary
Cause I just can't deal
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
				

Mudhoney & Sir Mix-a-Lot

The Mack is back, sweepin up smack packs
Still slangin that game on a rock track
Been in this bank and it don't stop
No, here we go again settin up shop
Yep, lookin for a thang with the nice hips
Mmm, better have a set of them big lips (* slurp *)
When it comes to sex I want a freak
no leash but the baby got back teeth
It's on partner, get it on tape son
Here I come with another one
I wanna put you in the Mud, honey
Spittin out of them guts like it ain't funny
Yep yep yep Peter Piper couldn't pimp
Call Mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy wanna get nasty
Call freak momma fast G....
Freak momma! (x3)
Slow this hoe down y'all
Bring it back
Verse two, the mackin ain't never through
Old nasty rapper wanna get wit you
You can dance on the table and play that stripper role
and make love on the console
She ain't nothin nice
Undercover vice done picked her up twice
She ain't no hoe though, take your No-Doz
She'll put you on the floor and then 'Oh no'
Wine wine wine sexy dancer
No need to romance ya
I just wanna tap that bird
so heed the word you just heard
We fuss and cuss and kick up much dust
but you know rap stars, you can trust us
Ain't no sense in throwin no drag or drama
Come on baby gimme that freak momma.....
Haha
Freak momma! (x3)
Mister Richard wants to get ya
Take a few nasty pictures
And then ya flip ya, kiss ya cos he doesn't need ya
Baby I just wanna get wit ya
Lovin these type of lyrics
so baby I was raised on crack so I gotta let ya hear it
I can't help myself I love sexy and controversy
Invasion of the rump snatcher
Got much ass so you know I'll catch ya
So don't try to break cos I come off straight
and other rappers try to come off 'kay
And their minds is stuck on me and I'm stuck on you
I ain't thinkin about a man when I come through
We can peel out on these Yokahama's
Just me and my freak momma..... YUP!
Freak momma!
Freak momma!
See if I can do some of that Mudhoney dope
RAH HAH HAH
Freak momma! (Yo)
Just lost my street credibility y'all, hahaha
I'm gonna freak you
This song has been banned by the F.C.C.
				

Dinosaur Jr & Del tha Funkee Homosapien

Hey, I gotta start it
MCs be carted, off
ya soft
Dinosaur Jr will flood that's gotta warn ya
what in blazes
hey this, is phat
weigh this
I'll portray this
photographs, so the last laugh
is mine, you're behind
for the mind, and for the soul
that's how I roll
now I hold
the mic, with my life
depended on it
I'm doin' ya bond it
my non gets warts it
and I'm apart from wackness
I'm separated
did you like how I spiked the ball
despite ya all
you could come bite a small portion
there's more in the vault
halt, have a malt
I alta your brain patterns
yet it's my fault
I sustain phatter blends
of words heard, stampede
damn he the speech with two teach?
"Just me, no simile, never flow simpily, cause it was meant to be, the truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell
it to the youth, propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know? Oh, no you didn't, my flows never
quittin', and that's the truth, the mothephfuckin' truth, my man."
I'm on the scrimmage
waitin' for you phucking imitations
and I'm not descriminating
myself, when I'm making my wealth
pure facts
it's hard for me to endure wack MCs
I lay my tracks with ease
I'm tellin' you that Del is truth
appelin' through your arteries
you scar your knees
bowing, praising, now when I phase in
like Kitty Pride
city wide
confer to kick the rumor
him admit he lies
the truth will set you free
when I upset MCs
execute MCs
I do my best to mute MCs
all it takes is intelligence
I'm great with embellishments
they need a savior, so Del is sent
Yeah, the truth, the truth
The nothing but the truth
I tell it to the youth
Propelling with the proof in the puudin'
Wouldn't you like to know?
Oh, no, you didn't
My flow is never quittin'
And that's the truth
The motherfucking truth, my man
The truth, the motherfucking truth
I'll bust you in the tooth
Ass drop the roof, bitch
You know my attributes, so don't act cute, it's moot, a closed casket
The most massive fluff, just me, no simile, never flow simpily 'cause it was meant to be
Never concluded, severe your crew with microlazer surgery
I get Adam split up like atoms like the Molecule Man
Now all of you stand like a congregation on the basement titric
Hip hop, not carin', sharin', tearin' Jones here in clones, wearin' bones, skeletons
Your plasma is like gelatin and tell a friend who's developin' 'cause Del's intelligent
"Yeah, my lyrical technique, will make ya body freak, my lyrical technique, will make ya body tweak, my lyrical technique,
will make ya body seek, the beaning, double-teaming, on your motherphuckin' brain. Yeah, see that hoe, too, yeah, bitch phuck
it...slammin'."
				

Therapy? & Fatal

Yeeeahh! Hahahaha!
Fatal in the building
Yeeeahh!
Come and die!
Aaaarh! Hahahaha!
Come and die with me!
Yaaargh! Daaarrg!
Come and die!
Daaarrg! Die! (die)
Come and die with me!
Feel the helter skelter
Baby come on get help
You'd better run and [maybe ask] some shelter
Coz' I ain't with the bullshit
Push it in, pull it back
Then I hit you with a full clip
Then watch you bleed
You killed my seed
And I will want to push you on your knees
So look into my eyes
It's time to die!
Yaaarg!
Come and die! Come and die! Come and die!
Come and die with me!
Aaarrgg!
Come and die! (die) Come and die! (die) Come and die! (die)
Come and die with me!
Come on! (die) Come on! (die)
Aaargh! (die) (die) (die) (die)
Aaargh!
You can't run
You can't hide
I'm gonna kill you! (Woehahaha!)
You can't run
I'm gonna get you
You can't hide
I'm gonna find you
You can't run
I'm gonna kill you
You can't hide
I'm gonna kill you!
Heads on the floor
I'm going insane
When they catch this motherfucker
I'm a true fucking brains
Picking up a past time, wait
This is a crazy to make for my kid and my wife
Everything amounts to suicide
singing in petrified hope
but you can't [running] high
Bitch, there ain't no need to cry
Time's up
It's time to die!
Aaargh! Come and die! (die)
Come on! Come and die! (die)
Aahahahaha! Come and die! (die)
Come and die with me!
Die! Come and die!
Die! Come and die!
(die) ... Come and die! (die)
Come and die with me!
Wahahaha! Wahaha!
[...] no more, vicious motherfucker
Now it's time to die
(-Therapy? guitar bit-)
(ha!) (die) (haa!) (die) die die
DIEEEE! (aargh!)
Come and die (die!)
Come and die (die!)
Come and die (come on!)
Come and die with me!
(aargh!) Come on!
Come and die! (die)
Come and die! (die)
Come and die! (die, die)
Come and die with me!
Yuuaaaargh! Fuck!
Come and die!
Die, motherfucker!
Bring it on!
Come on die!
Dieeeeaaah! (die)
Die! DIE!
Come on! Bring it on!
I want you to die!
Die, motherfucker, die, hahaha!
Die!
DIEEEEEEeeee! (bang)
				

Pearl Jam & Cypress Hill

It's time, I came to get mine.
Runnin' through the hoods with a hand on the nine.
Why do the pigs come?
Bring your ass on, cross the line so I can get the blast on.
Oh shit, I'm empty, but I got a shank on the side so don't even tempt me.
Runnin' the program, Cypress Hill on the real,
With the Pearl Jam and I'm packin' the steel.
Don't come my way, 'cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK...
Then POW!, whatcha' gonna do now?
Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl.
Prowlin', howlin', give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in.
I like doin' the ill thing, 'cause ain't nothin' like the real thing.

It ain't nothin' like the real thing.
It ain't nothin' like the real.
Ain't nothin' but the real thing.
Ain't nothin' but the Hill.
Ain't nothin' but the real thing.
Ain't nothin' but the real.
Ain't nothin' but the real thing.
Ain't nothin' but the Hill.

Keep me a tazer up in the blazer,
And the black nine by the waistline.
Never know when someone'll test ya'.
Let you know I got mine by my body, yes y'all.
I'm the victim that became the attacker.
Have my little friend waitin' for the carjacker
That'll do anything for the looper.
When I leave the Hill I strack when I swoop.

Clack, clack, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang.
When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang.
I got the funk when I got ta' do the ill thing.
'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing.

Ain't nothin' like the real thing.
Ain't nothin but the real.
Ain't nothin' like the real thing.
Ain't nothin but the real.
Ain't nothin' but the real thing.
Ain't nothin' but the Hill.
Ain't nothin' but the real thing.
Ain't nothin' but the Hill.