Your favourite snippet out of a lyric!

[Chriz]

There are good songs with bad lyrics and the other way around. Post some of your favourite lyrics this time

Mine are:

Nickelback - If everyone cared (catchy melody)

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died
When nobody died...
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U2

The Fly:
"Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief"

Walk on:
"Home...
Hard to know what it is if you've never had one.
Home...
I can't say where it is,
but i know i'm going home..."
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But my fav lyrics change daily :P

[Elektrik]

One Solitary Second (awsome Church band): A Tearless Effigy

"if you're so humble
then why do the words that come from your mouth
leave me feeling so small and insignificant
that i disappear?"

[Purified-Concepts]

One Love
-Robstar

"One love is all you got
One life is all you live
Dont wanna miss my chance
To see you once again
How could I be so wrong
I thought you hated me
You are a God of love
And you cried as you saw my tears falling
I know that youre gone
But its not as long as eternity
Where I will see you"

[Kyoushima]

Asian Kung-Fu Generation - Haruka Kanata

"Kimi janai nara imi wa nai no sa"

Translation-

"If it isn't you, then what's that point"

[static]

d12-
"all i have is dirty magazines and stick fingertips"

lawl

[phatso]

wu tang clan - triumph

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis 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 you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

just sounds cool

[Sobek]

Apathy - Checkmate

I set my moves up strategically, enemy kings are taken easily
Knights move four spaces, in place of bishops east of me
Communicate with pawns on a telepathic frequency
Smash knights with mics in militant mental fights, it seems to be
An everlasting battle on the 64-block geometric metal battlefield
The sword of my rook, will shatter your feeble battle shield
I witness a bishop that'll wield his mystic sword
And slaughter every player who inhabits my chessboard
Knight to Queen's three, I slice through MC's
Seize the rook's towers and the bishop's ministries
Minstrels sing songs and mimic me, but cease to live instantly
Hidden deep within me is a sinister entity
Intentions of tense intent in ten tents
Where kings rest in beds with queens' breasts exposed for sex
To the crease or release tension, tends to tense men
When traitorous defense is fencing kingsmen
I quickly push the whore up from off of me
Trying to understand this battle of psychology
Psychotic, I slice optics of cyclops
In water with warlocks, through Indian corn stalks
Chessboard blocks become blood-red
Blood clots block brains and lock with thoughts of pawns in shock
I shot, crossbows and toss flows across moats
To pierce the archer's armor, armed with arrows
Pole points from elbows, with joints joined with marrow
To maim, the tip of the arrows lit with flame
Checkmate - the death of your king ends the game


Amazing.



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[The Continental]

GZA:
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap

Inspectah Deck:
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

Ghostface Killah:
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around science

Big L:
Big L is the // you expect
To catch wreck in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet


Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head

L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a metal pipe
**** a Benz, cause I could pull skins on a pedal-bike

Nas:
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain

AZ:
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
**** who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition

Rakim:
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend

Black Thought:
Lost generation, fast paced nation
World population confront they frustration
The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken
It's all contractual and about money makin
Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation
Exact replication and false representation
You wanna be a man, then stand your own
To MC requires skills, I demand some shown
I let the frauds keep frontin
And roam like a celluar phone far from home
Givin crowds what they wantin
Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin
Keepin ya party jumpin with an original somethin

Canibus:
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond like James
Niggaz be tryin to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken
they should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet
So recognize or be hospitalized
cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm twenty-five

I never freestyle for free, without chargin niggaz a fee
It'll cost a brain cell just to cypher with me
I'm the type of MC, that rocks for the glory
I don't give a **** if you ignore me or camcord me
Freestyle or written, spittin with infinite ammunition
for anybody tryin to go the distance
I rip you, my metaphor content, will split you
into little, powderlike crystals, so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career, I ran through?
Comin afta ya, blastin ya, with the shotgun
like a front seat passenger
You must be askin fa', some sort of a massacre
I'll attack ya cardiovascular

Ras Kass:
Has GREAT lyrics but the lyrics I want to post involve the whole songs. Get 'Nature of the Threat' and 'Interview with a Vampire' to see what I mean.


Not in any order. A space in the lyrics means a different song. The lyrics aren't in order from the song.

[Kiwi_Mjolnir]

Ok, so that last guys post was pretty epic to say the least.
Anyway, I don't think music really needs lyrics, nor even vocals... but here are some that I like.

Burzum - Lost Wisdom
Genre = Black Metal

While we may believe
our world - our reality
to be that is - is but one
manifestation of the essence

Other planes lie beyond the reach
of normal sense and common roads
But they are no less real
than what we see or touch or feel

Denied by the blind church
'cause these are not the words of God
- the same God that burnt the
knowing
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Karl Donaldsson - Song for Heimdall
Genre = Folk

Hail to Lord Heimdall; the warden of the Bifrost road
Hear the grass grow tall, across the Vigrið plains
See the darkness fall, the blizzard of three long years
Fimbulwinter is upon us now, the Nornir web is weaving!

Hark, O, Lord Heimdall! The dark Naglfar approaches!
Hear, hear the ravens call the warriors to the hall!
Hail, O, Lord Heimdall, the great Gjallarhorn is sounding!
Strike Hofuð home, they’ll fall; O Warden of us all!

Darkness holds the land, the Fenris-Ulfr ate the sun
Evil Iormundgand has frothed up high the seas
By Surt’s fiery hand, all of Midgard is engulfed in flame
World-tree, Ygdrasill, is shaking now, the ground below is heaving!

Hark, O, Lord Heimdall! The dark Naglfar approaches!
Hear, hear the ravens call the warriors to the hall!
Hail, O, Lord Heimdall, the great Gjallarhorn is sounding!
Strike Hofuð home, they’ll fall; O Warden of us all!

Iormundgandr sleeps, heavy Mjolnir has crushed his brow
Viðarr madly weeps of the meal that Fenrir made
Loki’s promise keeps as Heimdall trades a life for his
Aesir, Vanir, and the Jotunar, their blades and charms are singing!

Hark, O, Lord Heimdall! The dark Naglfar approaches!
Hear, hear the ravens call the warriors to the hall!
Hail, O, Lord Heimdall, the great Gjallarhorn is sounding!
Strike Hofuð home, they’ll fall; O Warden of us all!
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[Dante]

nas:


I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a
unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, **** who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
-Memory Lane

This // raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of // who be pissin in your elevator

Could use a gun Son, but **** bein the wanted man
but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam

-Represent

Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin **** tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

-Life's a btch

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever

Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo

-Halftime

Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
Cause in my physical, I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong


The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you feel it like braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills I'm Ill
plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
Jam like a tech with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me
I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop
Though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
It ain't hard to tell

-it ain't hard to tell

Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin

It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages

I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

-NY State of Mind

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same shit is goin on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when i was walking
the // you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something
word to mother, i heard him fronting

On the reels, all these crab niggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal

so stay civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind dies
I hate it when your moms cries

Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
**** a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er

I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit
I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one

shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose

-one love

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 dead presidents to represent me

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

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne

-the world is yours


enough said