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Fez The sky is blue	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 9:33 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Oct. 00	How I Ccould Just Kill A Man Hey don't miss out on what you're passing, you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah, eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked so come on as I start to kick it, cause we're like outlaws sridding while suckers are hiding, jump behind the bush when you see me driving by' hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some negros acting kind of loco I'm just another local kid from the street getting paid for my vocals. Here is something you can't understand, How I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man (x4) I be doing all the dumb shit yo cause nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya humming humming coming at ya! then you know I had to gat ya! time for some action just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference in to your sattle light shining a battle light Sen got the gat and I know that we'll gat you right here's an example just a little sample: how could I just kill a man one time tried to come in my home take my chrome I said yo it's on. take cover son or you're assed out how do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out didn't have to blast him but I did any way, young punk had to pay so I just killed a man here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man (x4) It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish to lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain't down bullshit. say some punk tried to get you for your auto would call the one time and play the rolemmodel? No! I think you'll play like a thug next hear the shot of a magnum slug, humming coming at ya! yeah you know I'm going to gat ya. How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. While you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome, just for a bucket or a faster ducket, just to stay alive yo I got to say fuck it. here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man. (X4) Here is something you can't understand, How I could just kill a man (X8) How I could just kill a man (x2) This message was edited by Fez on 4-14-01 @ 9:35 PM
Bangster	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 9:38 PM
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01	"Renegades Of Funk" No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece Right down through the Middle Ages Planet earth kept going through changes And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X They were renegades of their time and age So many renegades We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk From a different solar system many many galaxies away We are the force of another creation A new musical revelation And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like Zulu nation Revelations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies They change the course of history Everyday people like you and me We're the renegades we're the people With our own philosophies We change the course of history Everyday people like you and me C'mon We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop 'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're teachers of the funk And not of empty popping We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals 'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh There was a time when our music Was something called the Bay Street beat People would gather from all around To get down to the big sound You had to be a renegade in those days To take a man to the dance floor Say jam sucker Say jam sucker Say groove sucker Say groove sucker Say dance sucker Say dance sucker Now move sucker Now move sucker [x2] We're the renegades of funk Granted, How i could jus kill a man is an awesomes song, but this ain't too shabby.
PatCooper	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 9:50 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Is'nt How i Could Just Kill a Man orginally a Cypress Hill Song?
Fez The sky is blue	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 9:56 PM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Oct. 00	Calm Like A Bomb I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha pictures tha same Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth Theres a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb This aint subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound off Americas demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures tha same Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit Theres a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill Theres a right to obey And a right to kill
adolescentmasturbator	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 10:05 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Freedom Uggh! Pump, pump.. Wah! Come on! Uggh! Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on! The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away Get in front of it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" Come on! Uggh! (Guitar solo) Check that! Uggh! Come on Yeah Uggh Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three million gone Come on 'Cause they're counting backwards to zero Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness For example What does the billboard say Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" Yeeeaaahhhh! Uggh! Awww, bring that shit in! Uggh! Hey! Freedom...yea... Freedom...yea right... Freedom...yeeeaaahhh! Freedom! Yea! Freedom! Yea right! Freedom! Yea! Freedom! Yea! Right! E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 This message was edited by adolescentmasturbator on 4-14-01 @ 10:06 PM
ThoseDamnDudleyBoyz	posted on 04-14-2001 @ 11:58 PM
Psychopath Registered: Sep. 00	"Know your enemy" Huh! Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Huh! Hey yo, so check this out Yeah! Know your enemy! Come on! Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, that's with As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place And I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy...Know your enemy! Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh! Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy? Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of sick of sick of sick of you Time has come to pay... Know your enemy! Come on! Yes I know my enemies They're the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams (8 times) those were the days when RATM rocked ::sigh:: TDDB "If God was a heel,he'd be the Dudley Boyz"-Bubba Ray Dudley
adolescentmasturbator	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 12:03 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	Bullet In The Head This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was read That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised So serene on the screen You was mesmerised Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Run it! (Guitar solo) Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Check-a, check-a, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump and ya say how high Ya brain-dead Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Uggh! Yeah! Yea! Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout) A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed) Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head! Yeah! Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll) E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 This message was edited by adolescentmasturbator on 4-15-01 @ 12:34 AM
Bangster	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 12:32 AM
Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01	yea, how i could jus kill a man is by cypress hill.
IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 12:52 AM
O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00	Mixing Rage, Stones and even being able to revert to O&A Street Fighting Man Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution Where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well then what can a poor boy 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Well what else can a poor boy do? Well what else can a poor boy do? Well what else can a poor boy do? Well what else can a poor boy do? Hey my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants Well what can a poor boy do For sing for a rock 'n' roll band In this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Anxiously awaiting more details on American Psycho II, I hope it works.
hangupthephoneuSKANK	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 3:31 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Wake Up! Although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standing with the fury that they had in 66 And like, E-Double, I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, He was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage build up inside of me First in the air, in the land of hypocrasy Movements comes and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks Got bullets in their heads Department of police, the judge, the feds Networks at work, keepin' people calm You know they went after King When he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Wit' poetry, in my mind I flex Flip like, Wilson, vocals never lacking dat finesse Whadda I have to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter I'm like talking photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the grove Then I stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several feds men Who pulled schemes on the drem And put it to an end Ya better beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors The networks at works keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot What was the price on his head? SO SSSHHHHHHH!!! "Like PELE and Muhammed Ali, I'm the culture of personality. Ask not... what a MOD can do for you.... ...Ask what YOU can do for this board!"
Mr. Brownstone	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 7:03 AM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00	TAKE THE POWER BACK Crank the music up' Bring that shit in! Uggh! Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out...uggh! In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us Teaches us to read and write So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Here's the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back The present curriculum I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric every last one of 'em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back We've got to take it back 'Cause holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Yea, we need to check the interior Of the system that cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it, break it down Awww shit! Uggh! And like this...uggh! Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way! The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he can't recall The student's eyes don't perceive the lies Bouning off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that he learned in school Europe ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it Yet we hang from it Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfuckin' weathermen To expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth 'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back No more lies (8 times, building to a crescendo) Uggh! Yeah! Take it back y'all Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back y'all, come on! Take it back y'all Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back y'all, come on! Uggh! Yeah We'll roll on with our heads held high Our conscience in the gutter Our dreams up in the sky ---The Living End I see stupid people...They're everywhere...They don't know they're stupid... This message was edited by Mr. Brownstone on 4-15-01 @ 7:19 AM
Rone	posted on 04-15-2001 @ 12:11 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	NO SHELTER The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin Make you think that buyin is rebellin From the theaters to malls on every shore Tha thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memory erased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here Tha frontline is everywhere Hospitals not profit full Yet market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View tha world from American eyes Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more Tha thin line between entertainment and war They fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war American eyes, American eyes.... View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothin behind Just stare Relive the nightmare E-Mail Me
hangupthephoneuSKANK	posted on 04-16-2001 @ 11:47 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00	Down Rodeo Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zone The clockers born starin' at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock School yard ta precinct, suburb ta project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun (Guitar solo) Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin' 'em Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have SO SSSHHHHHHH!!! "Like PELE and Muhammed Ali, I'm the culture of personality. Ask not... what a MOD can do for you.... ...Ask what YOU can do for this board!"

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