| MOONSHINE Without my moonshine I’ve got no freedom…… I’m looking for that God, Gold and Glory Never thought I’d be conquering the world with a 40 Cinderella’s got a shotgun for you When roses sting and serpents dance And how we move Caravan full of diamonds The streets they smell like violence This road could never lead us nowhere but the sky And should we choose To fight instead of die here To fly instead of right here Now is just the point of no return And should we be Too shy to fall on deaf ears Mamma don’t cry for my years The sky is just the road we wanna take Without my moonshine I’ve got no freedom…… Nine years I’ve been grinding in the dirt Rail working just to get this mother fucker heard Like a bulldog in a windstorm We hold our ground on higher ground When Niko said that Silver spoons will beat us Silver spoons will lead us Now they bend and break when they see us And stone by stone We build the road we walk on We walk the street of Zion The skin I shed is nothing but my own And if we pray Long enough to stay hear Lord knows about our fears The sky is just the road that free men take Without my moonshine I’ve got no freedom…… Special “K” To maintain the lame I am fame, through sweat blood but no tears shed it No move regretted, my life line is threaded Through a needle to embed it in the minds to those it’s like Destiny hitting the stage like a revelation Powered by a silent eurhythmic incarnation And you can walk talk along the boardwalk, chalk Up another bulls eye, swooping down like a hawk Crisp like a cd disk like in my fist yeh And like an arrow, see I’m targeting the name of right in the direction of perfection Discipline included astute Sharp and acute, with the body of an Adonis to boot Rhythm ain’t nothin but a people thing to me Yeh… Rhythm ain’t nothin but a people thing to me Circle around inside this merry-go-round And the street is your friend Wake up the rain it’s a sober morning Charades fall behind when your cure’s not been found And the street is your friend Wake up the rain it’s a sober morning I'VE GOT A MILLION I’m blazed again, and I’m feeling down I’m blazed again and I’m feeling foul Just thoughts of you in the naked sun Yeh for one moment we can own the skyI got an 8 ball stuck in the back of my head I got a Barbie doll full of crack in my head And if you want me to smile and pretend that I’m fine Then I’ll show you my tong and all the shit that you hide Yeh, yeh, yeh I’ve got a million Yeh, yeh, yeh I’ve got a million I’m walking around inside the needle again I’m coffin up blood with a smile in my head Dancing on the rooftop ready to blow Wasting time way cuz it flows so slow I’m starring down at you people all around Stop at nothing till my body hits the ground Got too annoyed of all the shit that you breed I got no cure but I’ve got your disease Yeh, yeh, yeh I’ve got a million Yeh, yeh, yeh I’ve got a millionI’m coming for you A million miles away I’m coming for you Listen what I say I’m coming for you And I’ll bring the darkness with me I’m coming for you Right through your chimney Yeh, yeh, yeh I’ve got a million Yeh, yeh, yeh I’ve got a million… INK Watching fairy tales About the world As you cut me up With your paper cuts and magazines And I know, that you are sick In need of constant praise But I’m in your face with my bloody smile Hiding behind the ink You can write it off, when you die And no, nobody wants you Cause you’re the ink And I’m the thought And no, nobody needs you Cause you’re the ink And I’m the thought Waiting for promises Inside the box While you fill my thoughts With the sweetest juice, on the brink of day Hiding behind the ink You can write it off when you die And no, nobody wants you Cause you’re the ink And I’m the thought And no, nobody needs you Cause you’re the ink And I’m the thought Special “K” This is something that has to be said Some of you out there need to be led Some of you need more pieces of bread And it’s a shame that some of you will wind up dead Long before your work is done Long before your spiritual battles have been won So we came forth to bring sight to the blind man Blinds eye man will see the resurrected wise man You see the work it gets done I have a skill Connected from my spirit to the soul to the will But until I say it’s over a light will shine brighter than any Nova Word will spread about the brothers who shed it Infinite wisdom Watching fairy tails About the world And no, nobody wants you Cause you’re the ink And I’m the thought And no, nobody needs you Cause you’re the ink And I’m the thought EASY Easy…, easy … When you wallowing in the footsteps Of a mindless heard This is my life this is my mind I do the fuck I want I’ll find my own direction Even if it kills me so I went the distance all around the world and back to you I found that love and comfort don’t exist together so Rejection, hunger, pain n rain The train I take to fame And it keeps on moving But this game I keep on loosing everyday And I keep on choosing between love and comfort Scream in silence, seeing blindness Never die inside my bed Cause cowards die before their death Easy to follow, easy to wallow When you wallowing in the footsteps Of a mindless heard Laying in this bed I thread this life inside my head And I dread the life that’s up aheadAnd it makes me loose my mind so fast So fuck your shirts and shoes and ties White picket fences, gilded smiles Your pride inside your one way mind And your life of sleep without the fire This is my mind this is my life I do the fuck I want I’ll find my own direction Even if it kills me so I went the distance all around the world and back to you I found that love and comfort don’t exist together so Easy to follow, easy to wallow When you wallowing in the footsteps Of a mindless heard WINE Egyptian queen and lovers don’t die Confucius turns his nu-klear eyes Last one standing, kamikaze night Eradicate thirst, there is water in the sky Sleep my darling don’t wake up You look beautiful just the way you are I’ve got the sun, I’ve got the wine In a paper bag and I’m feeling fine Warm in the sand Hash in the car Smoke in my head, you’re kinda fun Race to race Trace and then erase Prophets in the courtroom, naked on display Every choice is given, art of deprivation Every person’s me, watching my damnation Sleep my darling don’t wake up You look beautiful just the way you are I’ve got the sun, I’ve got the wine In a paper bag and I’m feeling fine Warm in the sand Hash in the car Smoke in my head, you’re kinda fun Andrew Jackson sailed on tears Bridge of Verrazano held on stilts Born in the land of the rising sun, I’d play all day but Rwanda’s gone I’ve got the sun, I’ve got the wine In a paper bag and I’m feeling fine Warm in the sand Hash in the car Smoke in my head, you’re kinda fun |
ONLY YOU As I step into the sun I breathe your laughter in I don’t really mind the dark Better than your plastic dreams And sugar coated wishes The old mans eyes they pull me through I feel the friction burn but the stairs I breathe his laughter in Laces tangle with the smell of the street And the way to the other stone How long I wait, I waited for Only you can make me feel this way Only you can make me real again… TAPEWORM We don’t now hate the world We don’t now hate the world It just is how we live it Shit they throw our way We liquor it away, suicide is our limit You don’t know where we be hiding Left for dead but we keep fighting Tunnel vision got you blinded We’ll be rising cut through silence All you supervising managers we shit on you Quick-tempered motherfuckers Stuck up love me skirts Racist hidden smirks Snitches and rats All the family that ditches Ex girlfriends and them bitches we shit on you Underground is where you want us Smirks run thin your thoughts are porous Sounds and visions got us lighted We’ll be rising cut through silence. We don’t now hate the world Justice now we live it Shit they through our way We liquor it away Suicide is our limit You don’t know where we be hiding Left for dead but we’ll be fighting Tunnel vision got you blinded We’ll be rising cut through silence Wanna be fucks and rip tides Shirts and suits and boafucks Nuclear scars and light bulbs Fumed and colored crack dolls John Wayne mathafuckers James Dean didn’t know you suckers Club bitches and your uniforms We shit on you … 420/WE'VE GOT IT ALL We get kinda crazy when were in the sun A 420 (four two zero) with a broken lung A dark side inside sight of the beach The sewage is dirty like the senators speech Deal or not, oh here we go They want a 3 song demo in an envelope I send’ em 3 lawyers in body bags M-f don’t get it we don’t need their shit We got it all… The goats getting milked We stand outside the club We’re never getting in I can tell by the bouncer He’s a big mf it’s his moment to shine Gonna send us all home but not without a fight We got it all THIS TOWN Hey yeh, living in this town, living in this life, it ain’t easy I long for that day In the vineyard skies, But it’s gone away Where the sound of an airplane Sends the morning birds out to the bay So I turn and I pace around Cause my rent is due and she’s gone away Hey yeh, living in this life, living in this town, it ain’t easy I don’t, I don’t know, What the hell am I fighting for So I walk to the corner store When I’m overboard But I still hear her Sweet sounds of some children play, In the New York rain and the subway train Hey yeh, living in this life, living in this town, it ain’t easy Can you walk the line Between yours and mine Between love and time To get through the day Edges blur and fade When you thrown away Hey yeh, living in this life, living in this town, it ain’t easy DOPESICK LOVE Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Ooh ooh I’ve gotta nose bleed Yeh Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Ooh ooh I kinda like your skirt it looks so clean Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Ooh ooh I’ve gotta nose bleed Yeh I’ve got to find my sole tonight Dancing out in the lonely light Ooh Playing with my chest hair I’ll rip’em out for you Spec0ial”K” Dance, dance don’t stop Hands in the air till you rich the top Hot, hot, hot, hot give’em everything you’ve got On and on, on and on, time is now party’s on Left right side to side up and down- right It’s alright, hold on tight Guess who’s in your house tonight S.P.E.C.I.A.L.. K. OK I‘ve got the girl inside the limo She’s dancing on the floor Shave my body, shave my body, shave my body for you Shave your body, shave your body, share your body tonight Ooh girl you save my sole tonight Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love Dance, dance, dance Dopesick love DAMAGE Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do To you Come baby girl won’t you walk my way You got your vinyl and you got your pay You got those lips and a voice they say But you’ve never been born cause you got no say Yeh baby girl is it true they say The dead walk free never hesitate You will find yours here anyway Let these joy rides now escalate Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do To you Stand knee deep in the blood of the time I killed off all the poets and the merchants of rhyme Never been seen just one of the rest Got to get to get this off my chest Come baby girl won’t you walk my way You got your vinyl and you got your pay You got those lips and a voice they say But you’ve never been born cause you got no say Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do To you Don’t speak listen I’m not teasing Your lips are ass kissing What else am I missing oh Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do Look how much damage we can do To you BOARDWALK Oh, oh ohoo Waste in the summer day we sail through A 40s on the west fourth And pavement it gets hot Sitting on the boardwalk we blaze through And the sky was grey You’re the only one to hear you say And the sky was grey over Coney Island and Canarsie Bay 40s on the West end we float with the pavement Stoned by the seashore Oh yeah! Sitting on the boardwalk we blaze through the haze And people they stare as the day goes to waste Got a summons in the summer cuz you know it’s always funner When the city tries to rob us blind Suspicious politicians want us watching television, Cuz they know we broke and dumb Waste in the summer day we sail through A 40s on the west fourth And pavement it gets hot Sitting on the boardwalk we blaze through And the sky was grey You’re the only one to hear you say And the sky was grey over Coney Island and Canarsie Bay Smith’n Wesson count your blessings All the fear has got you stressing Paranoia helps to sell those pills Higher than the rivkin We smile like the pit bulls California ganja calling the sun Sewage water all over, cross the border Never leave this place alive Streets are calling ever showing Where the tears are ever flowing but she ain’t the one Oh, ohoo oh, oh in the summer day Oh, ohoo oh, oh in the summer day And the sky was gray You’re the only one to hear you say And the sky was gray over Coney Island and Canarsie Bay… |
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