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3pac
3pac
Мастер
3/17/2006, 7:31:22 PM
Плохие Белые
Эй, что случилось МС?
Вы как цепные псы,
Вцепились друг другу в глотку,
Разливая грязь направо и налево.
Каждый расхваливает только своё
Этому нет предела – это не дело.
Когда молодой максималист кричит,
Что он перед Хип-Хопом чист,
Готов рифмой растерзать любого – убийца словом,
Прости, но меня не трогает рифмованный мат,
Возомнил себя солдатом, солдат чего?

Твои слова не сталь, даже не олово,
А просто вата в уши малолетних кандидатов на нары.
Поэт с образованием в 9 классов
Забрызгал пеной изо рта микро и себя,
Иди-ка оботрись парень
Текста впечатляют только массы,
Оттенком смыслов, часто без рифмы,
Ты демонстрируешь свой дефицит словарного запаса,
Утверждая, что ты крут, к тебе не подходи, что ты опасен
Ты груб и грязен, твой стих на диалекте чёрной сотни,
Это не голос улиц, скорее, голос подворотни
Я каждый раз буду говорить «нет» всем тем с кем я не согласен,
Кто уверяет меня в том, что РЭП должен быть груб,
Максимально прост и максимально ясен.
Пусть для кого-то наши строки слишком сложны
Нам с ними не по пути, наши стихи есть отражение души

Поэтому наш голос никогда не будет тише,
Пока мы внизу - мы стремимся выше.
Мы не останемся в тени – будем двигаться дальше,
Вы не услышите фальши между строк наших песен.
Ход этих мыслей вам предельно ясен,
И если вы задумались над строками хоть на мгновение -
Наш труд не напрасен – спасибо за внимание
Плохие Белые – Сибирская окраина.

Эй, что случилось МС, проснись,
Ты твердишь затёртые до дыр слова - всё чаще не свои,
Повторяешь уже кем-то сказанные мысли,
Увы, но это уже было, твои мозги скисли,
Ты не способен на творческие поиски.
Мечтаешь о записях на диски, в то время,
Когда твои песни невразумительные вопли и писки.
Самозабвенно копируешь кумира своего
И почему-то всё больше не походишь на себя самого.
Кричишь о том, что двигаешь культуру и сам идёшь вперёд
В то время, когда топчешься на месте – восхваляешь свои песни
Уши забиты лестью таких же как и ты,
Вы слепы как кроты, откройте уши и закройте рты.
Вызывают смех у всех твои попытки удовлетворить твой лейбл,
Восхищаются тобой только твои близкие друзья и подруги.
Твои попытки примитивными попытками зажечь массу – убоги
Тебе здесь не место! Вон с глаз! Уноси ноги!
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3/17/2006, 7:48:18 PM
Alice Cooper - Dangerous Tonight:
Take another bite
It'll be alright
What's wrong will soon feel right
Dangerous tonight

Take another sip
Let it kiss your lips
And let a little drip on your thighs

If you let me I'll untie your sensuality
I'll open up your heart and satisfy my greed

I'm dangerous, I'm a dying breed
Poisonous like a centipede
I'm capable of the foulest deed
Dangerous at night
I'm dangerous like a razorback
Deadly like a heart attack
Well, I don't bend and I don't crack
Dangerous tonight

Take another turn
The rules have all been burned
And you've got tricks to learn
Dangerous tonight

Play another role
Try and lose control
And stain your soul to red from white

In my mind, oh, a million voices tell me no
It's prime crime time and I gotta let it go

I'm dangerous like a broken glass
I'm a flesh fanatic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight
I'm dangerous when the sun goes down
So cross yourself, don't fool around
I'll drag your heart into the ground
Dangerous tonight

If you let me I'll untie your sensuality
I'll open up your heart and satisfy my greed

I'm dangerous like a broken glass
I'm a blood bubonic psychopath
I can cause you pain and make it last
Dangerous tonight sjekira.gif



3pac
3pac
Мастер
3/17/2006, 7:49:39 PM
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Greatest Hits
Song: Changes

Verse 1
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black
my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things changed, and that's the way it is

Chorus :

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
aww yeah
Repeat

Verse 2
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

Talking:
We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
and let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
what we gotta do, to survive.

Verse 3
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
crack you up and pimp slap you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
my mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
& I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
some buck that I roughed up way back
comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh
3pac
3pac
Мастер
3/17/2006, 7:59:41 PM
NTL
Когда Хоронят Молодых


Чей-то час уже пробил
Чей-то с минуты на минуту
Иногда не знаешь, проживешь ли хоть сутки
Умрешь в мучительных стонах или избежишь муки
Не нарушая законы или одел браслеты на руки.
Каждый год в каждом районе
Кто-то отъезжает, приняв внутрь
Кто-то горит под слоем брони вместо института
Кому-то жить мешая
Кто-то себя сам хоронит
Кто-то долго поднимается, не заметив, что уже тонет.
Пацаны в последний путь провожает по жизни братьев
Своих слез, не скрывая, попрощается кратко
Ведь он выбрал себя вместо лучшего друга
И прыгнул под пули получив свинец собственной грудью
Из-за его же набитой стрелки в секунду потерял все
В бессмысленной перестрелки и добился чего?!
Зачем ему теперь нужны те не поделенные деньги
И у будущего сына отец до рождения в земле!

Все это золото что прочее там как леприконы
Псевдо доны сподвигают молодых нарушать законы.
Быть живым заслоном
Тех, кто делит троны в этой уличной войне
К пацанам относятся как к клонам
Что получит мать за сына из груди его патроны
Или тот, кто виноват, приползет к ней с поклоном.
Будет ватными ногами с глазами влаги полными идти
За гробом сына слезы горе в горле комом.
Пепел пеплу
Прах праху
Он сам пошел на плаху
В свое время не хватило смелости послать все ну хуй
И друзья что сами как мишени в тире
Не в первой хоронят своего говорят, покойся в мире!
Мире мире
А мир было на много шире чем могильная ограда
Он измерял его деньгами и вот расплата
Мир был на много красивее чем пейзажи на банкнотах
Он звучал куда приятней, чем марш минорных нотах
Видеть не могу глаз матерей от слез сырых
Я видеть не могу отцов от времени седых
Видеть не могу печаль друзей подруг родных
Я видеть не могу когда хоронят молодых!
Афиша жизненно рисуют будущее
Тут решаю все стволы, выжженные шрамы от ножей залечивают в госпитале
Тоже может все закончиться, когда-нибудь
Уличные войны жажда воли
Хватит нарушать законы, данные на век
ГРЕХ
Шаг в тупик один миг один выстрел один человек
ВСКРИП
В Небо Взгляд
Пуля в сердце как яд обожжет тебя и не поможет сила
Да и только красная струя из тела упадет
Оставя липкие следы на той земле, где вырос ты
Вспомнишь лучшие моменты за последние секунды жизни
Не спасут медики не жди помощи уже
Здесь один лишь ветер унесет тебя в пустоты
Ноты сыграны, сыграны ноты
Я видел небо, я видел тех людей, чьи слова внушали веру
ГДЕ ОНИ, ГДЕ ОНИ, ГДЕ ОНИ, ГДЕ ОНИ, ГДЕ ОНИ...
Fanto
Fanto
Мастер
3/18/2006, 11:59:54 PM
Eminem
Without Me


"Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks" - Obie Trice


Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
(*scratches*)
Two trailer park girls go round the outside;
round the outside, round the outside
(*scratches*)

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back..
{*Eminem hums*}


I've created a monster,
cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
by the doctor when I'm not co-operating
When I'm rockin the table while he's operating (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovu-lating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney
but your husband's heart problem's complicating
So the FCC won't let me be
or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, FUCK YOU DEBBIE!


Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, controversy
Cause it feels so empty, without me


Little Hellions, kids feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells BITCH!!!
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass (*smak*)
And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
(*bzzt*) Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, endin up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting
(*bzzt*) Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?




A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
anybody who's talkin this shit, that shit
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno
Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol (*knife slices*)
But sometimes the shit just seems
everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm dis-gus-ting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
to do black music so selfishly
and used it to get myself wealthy
(Hey!!) There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me



(*Eminem sings this twice:
"Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"*)

Kids!
Fanto
Fanto
Мастер
3/19/2006, 12:01:17 AM
Eminem
Lose Yourself (OST 8 Mile Soundtrack) yahoo.gif


Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Verse 1:
Yo, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is vomit on his sweater already
Mom's forgettin' he's nervous
But on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's choking, how? Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over BLOW!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad
But he won't give up that easy, no he won't have it
He knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that
But he's broke, he's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home
That's when it's back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment
And hope it don't collapse on him

Chorus:
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better

Verse 2:
Soul's escapin' through this hole's that is gaping
This world is mines for the taking
Make me king as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring
But superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homie grows hotter
He blows us all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads got him
He knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold prada
They moved on to the next shmo who flows
Who nose dove and sold nada
And so the so proper
His toll, it unfolds and I suppose it's old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah




No more games, I'ma change for due called rage
Tear this muthafuckin' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped writin' the next cipher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine to five
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Pfifer
This is my life and these times are so hard
And it's gettin' even harder tryin' to feed and water
My seed plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein' a father and a pre-madonna
Baby momma drama, screamin' on her
Too much for me to wanna stay in one spot
Another damn or not has gotten me to the point
I'm like a snail, I've got to formulate a plot
Or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only muthafuckin' option, failure's not
Momma love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Feet fail me not
Cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got




Duh doo
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
74-75
74-75
Мастер
3/19/2006, 6:47:10 AM
Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal

As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo -Ta
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet -Ta
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable -Ta
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie?

(Annie are you ok?)
(Will you tell us that you're ok?) -Ta
(There's a sign in the window)
(That he struck you - a crescendo Annie)
(He came into your apartement)
(He left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(The you ran into the bedroom)
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom)

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
You've been hit by
You've been hit by -
a smooth criminal

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday - what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats - intimidations

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok Annie?

(Annie are you ok?)
(Will you tell us that you're ok?)
(There's a sign in the window)
(That he struck you - a crescendo Annie)
(He came into your apartement)
(Left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(The you
ran into the bedroom)
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom)

(Annie are you ok?)
(So, Annie are you ok?)
(Are you ok Annie?)
(You've been hit by)
(You've been struck by -
a smooth criminal)

Okay, I want everybody to clear
the area right now!

Aaow!
(Annie are you ok?)
I don't know!
(Will you tell us that you're ok?)
I don't know!
(There's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(That he struck you - a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(He came into your apartement)
I don't know!
(Left the bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(The you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know
(You were struck down)
(It was your doom - Annie!)

(Annie are you ok?)
Dad gone it - baby!
(Will you tell us that you're ok?)
Dad gone it - baby!
(There's a sign in the window)
Dad gone it - baby!
(That he struck you - a crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!
(He came into your apartement)
Dad gone it!
(Left the bloodstains on the carpet)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
(The you ran into the bedroom)
Dad gone it!

(You were struck down)
(It was your doom - Annie!)
Aaow!!!
3pac
3pac
Мастер
3/19/2006, 12:49:10 PM
Artist: 2Pac
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Nothing To Lose

Verse 1

The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don't listen
the poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
praying for money we never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else
at 13 can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me
wish he would've helped me
too much like him 'til my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age gettin' paid
and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose
everybody gotta die
say good-bye to the bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck (gunshots) from a Glock
tempured glass fly
Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose

Chorus

I got nothing to lose
(that's why I got gang related)
got nothing to lose 5x
nothing to lose

Verse 2

I thank the Lord for my many blessings
though I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection
from the barrel of the Smith & Wesson
and all my niggas in the pen'
here we go again
Ain't nothing seperating us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustla older
straight soldier bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate then we multiply
see me striking down the block hittin' co'ners
Mobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna
Ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways
Thug Life muthafucka criiime pays
Let the cops put they lights on
chase me nigga
zig-zaggin' through the freeway
race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
the realest muthafucka that you ever saw
I'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me
I'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too

Chorus

Verse 3

Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
and everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm startin' to lose hope
it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo
peepin' out the window alone on my own
I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household I'm out cold
in the streets give me muthafucking peace
I got nothing to lose
and something to prove
What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true
I wonder when they kill me
is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
'Cause all my life I was dirt broke
with no hope li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
but everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city
no pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time
If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too
with nothing to lose

Chorus

Outro
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest...Muthafucka!
You know!
It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest!
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3/19/2006, 2:21:13 PM
The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem

"Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes



I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?


Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!




I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens
And I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming "I don't give a fuck!"
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?




Ha ha
Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up
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3/19/2006, 4:01:08 PM
Alice Cooper - The Sentinel:
I'm not a Buddha boy
I'm not a Muslim man
I'm not a Christian or a Jew
I'm not a Mormon freak
I'm not a Catholic geek
And I'm nothing at all like you

My mind, my heart, my soul is calm
While I sit here sauteriing my c-2 bomb
Got some wires crossed
In my twisted head
Connect the green wire here or was it red?

Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate, hate, hate
I go by many other names
But now

I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow

There's something disturbing
Going on in my turban
I'm home, home on the range
I feel my meditation so deep within
While my medication's kicking in

Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate, hate, hate
I go by many other names
But now

I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow

I am the sentinel
I want the world to know
I'm sending you all to hell
I'm tired and I'm wired here to blow

D@rk RAVEN
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3/19/2006, 8:53:01 PM
Am Em
На коленях перед алтарем,
Am Em
Я стою, грудь пылает огнем,
Am Em
Перевернутый крест Люцифера
Am Em
Висит на стене.
Am Em
Ты ушла от меня на тот свет,
C G
Жаль, со мною тебя рядом нет,
Am Em
Ты пылаешь сейчас без меня
Am Em
В жарком адском огне.
Am C G Dm
На костре! На костре-е-е сгорела в огне,
Am C G Dm
На костре! Моя ведьма сгорела в огне.
Am C G Dm
На костре! На костре-е-е, сожжена на костре.
Am C G Dm
На костре! Моя ведьма сгорела в огне.
Am C Am G
Эти святоши в терновом венке
Am C E
На кресте будут скоро висеть.
Am C Am G
Будут висеть с перебитыми ребрами,
Am C E
Смерть - инквизиторам, смерть!


P.S. Хой жив!
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3/19/2006, 10:29:23 PM
Alice Cooper - Pick Up The Bones:
Collecting pieces of my family
In an old pillow case
This one has a skull
But it don't have a face
These look like the arms of father so strong
And the ring on this finger
Means my Grandma is gone

Here's some legs in a cloud
Where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood
And these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother
The hand of a friend
And I just can't
Put them back together again

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

There are stains on the floor
Where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fire place
Mixed with the wood
There are forces in the air
Ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back
And some scars on the skin

There were demons with guns
Who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed
They're an inhuman race
There are holes in the walls
Bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell
Is making me sick

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the scope going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

Now maybe someday
The suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom
And all will be fine
But nothing will grow
On this burnt cursive ground
Cuz the breathe of the death
Is the only sound......

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3/20/2006, 5:17:12 AM
2 PAC » Only God Can Judge me



Intro: 2Pac
Only God can judge me, is that right?
Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business
Verse One: 2Pac
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me
Chorus: 2Pac
Only God can judge me
That's right baby, yeah baby
Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
Only God can judge me, only God can judge
me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
And only God can
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me now
*heart monitor: long beep*
Flatline!
Verse Two: 2Pac
I hear the doctor standing over me *heart monitor: beeping slowly*
Screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me *beeping sound
Stops*
I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's
A million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me
Chorus w/ variations
Interlude: 2Pac
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That's for real)
And I don't see why everybody feel as though
That they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live
Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac
Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's
Real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your
Place
To get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me
Chorus w/ variations
Only God main
That right?
That's real
Hahahahahaha
Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That's for the homey mental
We up out
Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade
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3/21/2006, 12:05:46 AM
7 Раса - Рост.

Я трогаю пальцами опухшие гланды
Мне снится напряжение с деревьев почек
Люди озверевшие от нехватки витаминов
Мне все чаще что-то недоброе бросают в спину
Зелень травы в этом городе –
Для меня единственное противорвотное
Я тоже рад весне как любое другое животное

Весна продолжит твой рост
Я проживаю лишь сны
Потоком талых вод в мозг
Пусть перейдут к тебе мои посты

Головы юных пробило капелью
А кого-то не вставляет уже целых шесть весен
Кто-то заметил что мы стали слабее
Воспринимать что нас здесь кто-то бросил
Я разгоняюсь в тусах на кухнях
Но я не уверен что дальше я полечу
Что-то утеряно несколько весен назад
Где я все кому-то кричу: «Драйв! Драйв!!!»
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3/21/2006, 12:09:14 AM
Alice Cooper - Billion Dollar Babies:
Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel
Grimy as an alley
Loves me like no other lover
Billion dollar baby
Rubber little monster, baby, I adore you
Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby

We go dancing nighty in the attic
While the moon is rising in the sky
If I'm too rough, tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands

I got you in the dimestore
No other little girl could everhold you
Any tighter, any tighter than me, bay
Billion dollar baby
Reckless like a gambler , million dollar maybe
Foaming like a dog that's been infected by the rabies

We go dancing nighty in the attic
While the moon is rising the sky
If I'm too rough , tell me
I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands

Million dollar baby
Billion dollar bay
Trillion dollar baby
Zillion dollar baby


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3/21/2006, 12:15:39 AM
7 РАСА - ТОПЛИВО.

Я не хочу об этом думать
Не хочу вспоминать
Кому-то всё это поведать
И заново переживать
Не осталось никого
Кого б я мог любить
И я не вижу ничего
Что заставляло бы жить
А время тащится по кругу, что сегодня что вчера
И я стал узником я проклят в каком-то дне сентября
Меня размоет дождь или раздавят облака
Я должен уехать цена билета одна – жизнь

Я придумал эти песни
Так как я хотел
Но всё это пустое
Даже то, что не успел
И серый день мой
Не согреть ни пойлом, ни травой
Ни психотропными полётами
Ни ядерной зимой
Я смотрю на своё тело наверно это просто сеть
Я ненавижу его – оно должно умереть
И я с тоской смотрю на птиц
Покидающих нас стай
А мы здесь только для того чтобы качать кайф?

Моя последняя обитель – осень – мой вечный зов
Мои глаза наполняет красно-жёлтая кровь
Уже не чувствую боли лишь усталость и грусть
И уверенность в том, что сюда я не вернусь
Мои руки опустились как плети до колен
Я помню лишь униженье и череду ваших измен
Я за"бался искать в чужих ученьях свет
Иллюзии надежды в прошлом – будущего нет
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3/21/2006, 12:25:00 AM
Alice Cooper - Poison:
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill

I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill

I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison

I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains

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3/21/2006, 12:29:07 AM
Попсовикам посвещается!

Их теppитоpия помечена, отpавлен водопой
Аншлаги обеспечены глyхонемой толпой
Они входят без стyка в каждый дом их не счесть
И пpосто невозможно этой дpяни не сьесть

Они кyмиpы молодёжи по ним сходят с yма
У них должно быть кyча денег и дpyгого деpьма
Они пpекpасные аpтисты они всем хоpоши
У них должно быть всё на свете кpоме дyши

У них сто тысячные шоy для себя и для вас
Они лажают под фанеpy всех вгоняя в экстаз
Попсой быть очень кpyто но запомни одно
Попытка выбpаться оттyда кончится пpыжком в окно

Попса - pозовая пасть голодного пса
Попса - pозовая дpянь от pогов до хвоста
Попса - pозовая пасть голодного пса
Попса....

Они с гоpдостью носят имя славной попсы
Под звёзд yдачно косят но гpызyтся как псы
Их покpовители кpyтые, из-за их шиpоких спин
Тоpчат самоyбийства и дешёвый геpоин

Они кичатся извpащениями и гpязным бельём
Они избpали коpолевy и пpодали её
Одypманенные pокеpы пpоpвавшись тyда
Раствоpяются как в водке - ключевая вода