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| GonzoStyle | posted on 06-09-2001 @ 1:35 PM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | "Criminal" [Eminem] A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questions A lot of people think that.. what I say on records or what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real life or that I believe in it Or if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do it or that I believe in it Well, shit.. if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL CRIMINAL You god damn right I'm a CRIMINAL Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL [Eminem] My words are like a dagger with a jagged edge That'll stab you in the head whether you're a fag or lez Or the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vest Pants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes" Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobic Starin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!) That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of em They belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of em Hey, it's me, Versace Whoops, somebody shot me! And I was just checkin the mail Get it? Checkin the 'male'? How many records you expectin to sell after your second LP sends you directly to jail? C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay men Right, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!) Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus Heal this child, help us destroy these demons Oh, and please send me a brand new car And a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospital Preacher preacher, fifth grade teacher You can't reach me, my mom can't neither You can't teach me a goddamn thing cause I watch TV, and Comcast cable and you ain't able to stop these thoughts You can't stop me from toppin these charts And you can't stop me from droppin each March with a brand new cd for these fuckin retards Duhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' me Mr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X) I'm a CRIMINAL Cuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crime to tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINAL but I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the bird and keep goin, I don't take shit from no one [Eminem] My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speed The baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeed It was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as she Don't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was me I'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazed But how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised? So as I got older and I got a lot taller My dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got larger I drink malt liquor to fuck you up quicker than you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ... My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oral Sex in his Oval Office on top of his desk Off of his own employee Now don't ignore me, you won't avoid me You can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-haired and my nose is pointy I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die in plane crashes and laughs As long as it ain't happened to him Slim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em -inem and Kim combined - *kch* the maniac's in Replacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place (Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his face Don't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the place I told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put away I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh? I'm a CRIMINAL Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it So I'll be disguised in it And if anybody identifies the guy in it I'll hide for five minutes Come back, shoot the eyewitness Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business Die, bitches, bastards, brats, pets This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet {*dog whines*} If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts tuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluck You motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enough to say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut {*tape unrolls*} Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up To make you mad so kiss my white naked ass And if it's not a rapper that I make it as I'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask   People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it You probably think that I'm a negative person I don't promote violence, I just encourage it Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now She-Mail Me Here | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 06-09-2001 @ 1:54 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Criminal I've been a bad bad girl I've been careless with a delicate man And its a sad sad world When a girl will break a boy Just because she can Don't you tell me to deny it I've done wrong and I want to Suffer for my sins I've come to you 'cause I need Guidance to be true And I just don't know where I can begin What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love Heaven help me for the way I am Save me from these evil deeds Before I get them done I know tomorrow brings the consequence At hand But I keep livin' this day like The next will never come Oh help me but don't tell me To deny it I've got to cleanse myself Of all these lies till I'm good Enough for him I've got a lot to lose and I'm Bettin' high So I'm beggin' you before it ends Just tell me where to begin What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love Let me know the way Before there's hell to pay Give me room to lay the law and let me go I've got to make a play To make my lover stay So what would an angel say The devil wants to know What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love What I need is a good defense 'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal And I need to be redeemed To the one I've sinned against Because he's all I ever knew of love  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? It's a friend's responsibility to fulfill your needs, not your emptiness The sugared-plums that used to dance in my head are now Equal plums 'cause Mom's on a new diet | ||||
| GonzoStyle | posted on 06-09-2001 @ 2:43 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Criminal Zero Havin fun livin in a life of crime, Runnin on luck runnin out of time, Your gonna make news in the evening papers, Cause a crack shot angle just foiled your capers, Your marked, and I know who you are When I make you my target, papers make us stars, No dead crook ever took what's mine, And vigilant bullets are color blind, Your marked, and I know who you are, When I make you my target, papers make us stars, I've got 5 bucks for you I've got 5 bucks for you I'm the vigilant super hero to exterminate the criminal zero I've got 5 bucks for you, you an you an you Rob me an expect the worst Your gonna get nothin cause I'll kill you first, Your marked, and I know who you are, When I make you my target, papers make us stars. I've got 5 bucks for you I've got 5 bucks for you I'm the vigilant super hero to exterminate the criminal zero I've got 5 bucks for you, you an you an you People say that I'm a bad influence I say the world's already fucked, I'm just addin to it You probably think that I'm a negative person I don't promote violence, I just encourage it Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Kim | posted on 06-10-2001 @ 12:04 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I've got a criminal mind Ohhh oh oh C'mon, what what, what what, uh uh These days, I wonder if crime pays Blinded by criminal minded ways Smokin' on ya hay Uh-huh These days, cats be pushin' me places I ain't supposed to be Money got a hold of me, controlin' me I've got a criminal mind I can't help it I'm on my way To pick up the pieces It's the only way I see myself gettin' to the other side That's why I've got a criminal mind City lights, diamond sky What a beautiful thing, to be alive Everything, is all that I desire Paper's in my hand, a chance to leap higher Everywhere but felt your life's standing still You want so much more than the world has to give I can't see myself workin' every day Makin' no money, barely getting paid I should probably regret All that I've done, in the past But as I turn the pages of my life I see you ride up again Y'all still don't hear me? Okay, check this out, yo It's the D I It's the D I It's the D I G G Y, D A double D Y He be fly, all day With a P I, G E, okay Police got a freeze on my diamonds Did 2 years in the pen, I'm back again And this time, I got to win I'm a theif by nature, steal your love I'm a crook with a hook and a plan for thugs, uh-huh Y'all don't hear me, huh? Y'all don't hear me, huh? I'mma tell y'all somethin' Y'all gon' still question my capabilities? Are you stupid? You sucka Y'all don't see me How we get down, ya know what I'm sayin? Whatever's necessary, we gon' be 'bout it Cuz we 'bout it, for real (they know we 'bout it though) (Man, tell 'em how you do it) Listen man, I got to get what I get any way I can get it Man, y'all hear me? (I know that's right)  They're crawling out of the woodwork! Idiots everywhere!!! I don't know what is worse the assholes who create speculation threads or newbies who think they know everything...sheesh! | ||||
| Kid Afrika | posted on 06-10-2001 @ 12:07 PM | | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70 | Criminal Minded Boogid Down Productions Criminal minded, you've been blinded Lookin for a style like mine you can't find it They are the audience, I am the lyricist Sometimes the suckas on the side gotta hear this Page, a rage, and I'm not in a cage Free as a bird to fly up out on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a little somethin Ya suckaz don't like me cause you're all about nothin However, I'm really fascinating to the letter My all-around performance gets better and better My English grammar comes down like a hammer You need a style, I need to pull your file I don't beg favors, you're kissing other people's --- I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin only women, got no time for little girls [KRS sings again] Cause girls look so good but their brain is not ready, I don't know I'd rather talk to a woman cause her mind is so steady, so here we go I'm not a musical maniac or b-boy fanatic I simply made use of what was upstairs in the attic I've listened to these MC's back when I was a kid But I bust more shots than they ever did I mean this is not the best of KRS, it's just a section But how many times must I point you in the right direction You need protection, when I'm on the mic Because my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class, well it would go right under drama See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent Talkin big words on the mic but still irrelevant Especially when you're not, college material Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal DJ Scott LaRock has a college degree Blastmaster KRS writes poetry I won't go deeper in the subject cause that gets me bored It's a shame to know some MC's on the mic are fraud Sayin styles like this to create a diss But if you listen, who you dissin? See I am a musician Rappin on the mic like this to me is fine Cause if I really want to battle I will put out a nine You can see that Scott LaRock and I are mentally binded In other words we're both Criminal Minded Verse Two: KRS-One We're not promoting violence, we're just havin some fun He's Scott LaRock, I'm KRS-One Never off-beat cause it don't make sense Grab the microphone, relaxed and not tense You waited, debated, and now you activated A musical genius that could not be duplicated See I have the formula for rockin the house If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth It's that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin rhyme for eighty-seven not from 1983 Well versed, to rehearse, and my rhymes are my curse Originality come first but the suckers get worse Allow me to include I have a very stable mood Poetic education of a high altitude I'm not an MC, so listen, call me poet or musician A genius when it comes to making music with ambition I'm cool, collected with the rhyme I directed Don't wanna be elected as the king of a record Just respected by others as the man with the solution An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution on wax, relax, there's 24 tracks After years of rocking parties now I picked up the knack Because everything that flows from out my larynx Takes years of experience and bottles of Beck's I cannot seem to recollect the time I didn't have sex Is it real or is it Memorex? I'm livin in a city known as New York State Sucka MC's gotta wait while I translate I hang with real live dreads with knowledge in their heads People with ambition and straight up musicians Although our lives have been so uprooted I have it included, you all get zooted So take each letter of the KRS-One Means Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone You look at me and laugh, but this is your class It's an all-out discussion of the suckas I be crushin So now you are awakened to the music I be makin Never duplicated, and also highly cultivated Don't get frustrated cause nothin has been traded Only activated, it came out very complicated Not separated, from my DJ You see my voice is now faded I'll see you folks around the way Criminal minded...
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| Banana_juice | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 8:34 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | SMOOTH CRIMINAL Written and Composed by Michael Jackson. As He Came Into The Window It Was The Sound Of A Crescendo He Came Into Her Apartment He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet She Ran Underneath The Table He Could See She Was Unable 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) (There's A Sign In The Window) (That He Struck You-A Crescendo Annie) (He Came Into Your Apartment) (He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet) (Then 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 Resus-Citation 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 Apartment) (He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet) (Then 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 Apartment) I Don't Know! (Left Bloodstains On The Carpet) I Don't Know Why Baby! (Then 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 Apartment) Dad Gone It! (Left Bloodstains On The Carpet) Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! (Then You Ran Into The Bedroom) Dad Gone It! (You Were Struck Down) (It Was Your Doom-Annie!) Aaow!!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- proud graduate of Newbie University. Honor Student of Lord Magus's class. E-Mail Me | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 06-12-2001 @ 8:49 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | YOU FUCKER!! I was just about to post that too. DAMN YOU! lol "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." Still room for one more castaway. | ||||
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