Hleung, ESOC's son, protector of the forum, ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits Hleung, Edeholland's son, protector of the forum, ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits
Cll, rise to face the flame with banhammer high at the edge of insanity Bolts of warnings fill the thread as Mjölnir does its work; the toxic shitposter roars in pain
Hleung, ESOC's son, protector of the forum, ride to meet your fate, your destiny awaits Hleung, Edeholland's son, protector of the forum, ride to meet your fate, Ragnarök awaits
"I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumblin' patrolmen tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block"
... Watching disciples Of the satanic rule Pentagram of blood Holds the jackal's truth Searching for the answer Christ hasn't come Awaiting the final moment The birth of Satan's son...
Bob Dylan - It's alright Ma [spoiler=spoiler]Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn that he not busy being born Is busy dying Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be One more person crying So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks they really found you A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole that he's in But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes must get lonely My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only[/spoiler]
Damian Marley - Slave Mill [spoiler=spoiler]What you won't and what you will Working for your dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a youth gets killed Police free to shoot at will Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five you know the drill Weekends are a short lived thrill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Cup runneth over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still
[Verse 1] Some of us think we're too big 'Cause the system gives us jobs Even though it's just a low paying gig Some of us will boast and brag And those of us who think we're small Just because we don't have much That's really not the case at all There's riches that the flesh can't touch Some of us won't respect names Some of us won't respect loves Some of us don't respect life Even though we worship God And some of us won't let go faith No matter what the price may cost Some of us won't practice hate Because we still believe in love
[Chorus] What you won't and what you will Working for a dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a child gets killed Neighbors free to shoot at will Hurt' to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five, we know the drill Weekends are such a short-lived thrill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Cup runneth over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still
[Verse 2] Most of us think we're too good Just because material gain If we were living as we should Then less of us would be in pain Those who are misunderstood Still deserve a voice to claim The things that are still meaningful To each and all of us the same And some will say the cups are full And give Jah thanks to what we've gained And some will say there's much more weight to pull And them will tell you that straight up and plain And some will think outside the box While some of us will hold our lanes And some of us we write the facts While some of us a chop down cane
[Chorus] What men won't and what they will Working for a dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a child gets killed Police free to shoot at will Hurts to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five you u know the drill Weekends are a short-lived thrill Sad' to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow but grinding still Cup runneth over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still[/spoiler]
Sixto Rodriguez - Crucify your mind [spoiler=spoiler]Was it a huntsman or a player That made you pay the cost That now assumes relaxed positions And prostitutes your loss? Were you tortured by your own thirst In those pleasures that you seek That made you Tom the curious That makes you James the weak?
And you claim you got something going Something you call unique But I've seen your self-pity showing As the tears rolled down your cheeks
Soon you know I'll leave you And I'll never look behind 'Cos I was born for the purpose That crucifies your mind So con, convince your mirror As you've always done before Giving substance to shadows Giving substance ever more
And you assume you got something to offer Secrets shiny and new But how much of you is repetition That you didn't whisper to him too[/spoiler]
My fiend's friend showed me a nice video of an innocent 5 yr old black kid dancing on Ellen to these dubbed lyrics last night. I bet there are a lot of people who'd get a kick out of it on ESOC!