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| Arthur Dent | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 1:22 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Nov. 00  | Aah Buddy you're a boy make a big noise Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day You got mud on yo' face You big disgrace Kickin' your can all over the place Singin' We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Buddy you're a young man hard man Shouting in the street gonna take on the world some day You got blood on yo' face You big disgrace Wavin' your banner all over the place We will we will rock you Sing it We will we will rock you Buddy you're an old man poor man Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make You some peace some day You got mud on your face Big disgrace Somebody betta put you back into your place We will we will rock you Sing it We will we will rock you Everybody We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Alright Conflict You are, enemy You are my hated enemy I am enemy Number one rated enemy I'm labelled enemy I am your mortar enemy My actions enemy Make me your bitter enemy All the world around enemy They're tearing up the ground enemy They're drawn in by the sound Enemy, enemy I must eliminate my Enemy Your people, enemy My people's hated enemy What are you, enemy Though a created enemy Terminate the, enemy Eradicate the hated enemy I am an enemy My very greatest enemy You try to tell me that you love life Then find another way to kill  We're having creative differences. I'm creative, you're different. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public. You sound reasonable...Time to up my medication. You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance. -Just adding to the NEW new kinder and gentler board | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 1:29 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above fuck it cut the cord Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on DC Way past the days of bombin' mc's Sound off Mumia guan be free Who gottem yo check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile An army of pigs try to silence my style Off em all out that box it's my radio dial Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here What better time than now All hell can't stop us now  | ||||
| MaynardGKrebs | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 2:04 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | Think Chris could cut this? Bombtrack Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level that's obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag As I recall our downfall And the business that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough I call the bluff Manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-one, two, three Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Euurrrggghhhhh! Uggh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack... Check it out...  | ||||
| GOD of PHUK
| posted on 05-23-2001 @ 2:46 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Don't dare take what you need I'll jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or I'll drag you to your grave I'm deep inside your children They'll betray you in my name Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense The scope of my desire The Party blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist And the fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire For it's the end of history It's caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one That made you ill The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire I wanna be an astronaut! Adopted by Fez as of 5-13-01 | ||||
| adolescentmasturbator | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 3:52 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | I think they should replace e.m.i with infinity. and there is no reason why i tell you it was all a frame they only did it 'cos of fame who? e.m.i. e.m.i. e.m.i. too many people had the suss too many people support us an unlimited amount too many outlets in and out who? e.m.i e.m.i e.m.i and sir and friends are crucified a day they wished that we had died we are an addition we are ruled by none never ever never and you thought that we were faking that we were all just money making you do not believe we're for real or you would lose your cheap appeal? don't judge a book just by the cover unless you cover just another a stupid fools who stand in line like e.m.i e.m.i e.m.i unlimited edition with an unlimited supply that was the only reason we all had to say goodbye unlimited supply (e.m.i) there is no reason why (e.m.i) i tell you it was all a frame (e.m.i) they only did it 'cos of fame (e.m.i) i do not need the pressure (e.m.i) i can't stand the useless fools (e.m.i) unlimited supply (e.m.i) hello e.m.i goodbye a & m  Email me at sticksituation22@yahoo.com or pinkorag@yahoo.com IM me at stickysituation2 or pinkorag | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 4:13 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | I could never post this enough, though it won't make it on the radio w/o Van Halen coming on LOL Now I'm gonna tell ya a story A tale of wrong and Right and freedom is the reason You can't take it without a fight So now I'm startin' up a posse (Suck my dick, suck my dick) To come and look for you We're gonna put a stop To what you want to do You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are You say our records are [show is] offensive (You're a douche, You're a douche) Our messages ain't right You say "We're gonna label records So our kids can grow up right" You fucking whores (Let them decide) That's all you are Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex drugs, rape These seven words you're trying to take Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape Right or wrong it's our choice to make America the beautiful, Land of the free Don't change the words to land of Hypocrisy Now I'm startin' up a posse (Fascist scum, fascist scum) And we'll damn sure make you see Something that offends you May not be offensive to me You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are Now you might take offense To a word like "fuck" or "shit" (Dick!) But you fuckin' don't have the right (Cunt!) To discriminate me for saying it! You fuckin' whores ( You fuckin' whores) That's all you are So now I'm startin' up a posse (Motherfucker, motherfuck) To fight for freedom of choice To fight for freedom of speech We're gonna make you hear our voice And now I don't do this to shock you (That's the end, that's the end) I don't do this for spite You've got the choice, don't buy it, don't read it, And don't say your opinion's right You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores) That's all you are (Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunt) You know you can't censor my feelings You can't censor my thoughts Censorship's against Everything America stands for You fuckin' whores (Let us decide) That's all you are (And this ain't sexist, either) Change a few words and it's the story of O&A being censored by Infinity | ||||
| Mr. Brownstone | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 5:34 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Holy shit spitfire, I thught I was the only one who remembered that song. There is a theory which states that if anyone discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another which staes this has already happened. ---Douglas Adams Now seeking junior Brownstones to adopt | ||||
| IkeaBoy P.L.F. Portugese Liberation Front- Liberating Status' everywhere from the Tyranny of Portugal I will die a traitor's death | posted on 05-23-2001 @ 5:40 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Sep. 00 | Won't Get Fooled Again We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again No, no! I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky Though I know that the hypnotized never lie Do ya? There's nothing in the streets Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Are now parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again No, no! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Meet the new boss Same as the old boss Or as a subtle obsecure Fuck You reference- Tortured Man  Eliza Dushku- Hotter Than Britney Read my column at Foundry Or go to my O&A sound site | ||||
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