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Flies are buzzing round my head
Vultures circling my bed
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
Big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem, give me some
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
This one's optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one drops a payload
Of fodder for the animals
Living on an animal farm
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
I'd really like to help you man
I'd really like to help you man
Nervous messed up marionettes
Float around on a prison ship
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
You can try the best you can
You can try the best you can
Dinosaurs roaming the earth
Dinosaurs roaming the earth
Dinosaurs roaming the earth
C'mon, ma, can I borrow the keys?
My generation is carpooling with doom and disease
Buckle up, skipper
The new american Asterix
You're riding shotty with Jesus of Nascar-eth
At the end of the day, we all sittin' on 24s
365 horses, no horseshit
With nothing but a learning permit
Delinquents on the autobahn poppin' our airbags off the worthless
I'm not depressed, man
I'm just a fucking New Yorker
Who knows that sittin' in traffic with these bastards is torture
I'll be in a jalopy with a mami getting head rest
And howl at the glowing moon roof as proof that I'm not dead yet
And y'all can all give me the hummer
'Cause in the meantime, I'ma pimp this ride like fly formula one-er
This is the El-Product summer
With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number

(Chorus)
Drive, Drive, Drive
Hopped in the hooptie screaming "freedom is mine!"
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Bumpin' the tune I so conveniently provide
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Don't have to be flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, Drive, Drive, Drive
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive

Cars slide by with the booming system
Like New York is Fallujah with metal gear using christians
Posted up for the gods of oil mining
In a military humvee with no bullet proof siding (sorry, guys)
Brooklyn, baby
I'm waterlocked walkin' nervous
When the curfew was imposed closing transportational service
This gonzomatic fear turns me Hunter S. Thompson
With my lawyer leaning over the side view mirror vomiting
You call 'em windows, I call 'em asbestos lesseners
For this wheezing in my chest I'll need more than fucking air fresheners
There ain't no easy pass
Hands on the dash
You'll get rocked in casba if the movement's too fast
Here come the cannon balls, run
Get in your gremlin
The days of thunder's creepin' up sooner than you expected
Paranoid brethren disable their onstar knowing they'll trace us
Pull us over and shout "get out le car!"

(Chorus)

These thugs got the heart of Herbie the Luv Bug
It don't take a speed racing mind to see that they're just stuck
I'll wrap your promo truck with a nambla stencil to prove that you're fucking babies
Frontin' up in a rental
I knew a kid who navigated it slippery
And fuel injected a speed ball on hs way to Atlantic City
Out the race before even making his mark
And now he'll never pick his shit up out of long term parking
My triple A card has one too many initials
And autobot on the fringe of liquid addiction spinning fish-tails
About to careen on some toonces shit off the cliff
But love of the sport of racing is keeping me out of coffins
Camu was like "fuck it, just keep the beats dirty dusty"
I grabbed the CD radio like "10/4 good buddy"
I'll keep running the track
Even when muddy
'Cause my insurance don't cover leaving the pit crew that love me
So I drive

(Chorus)
My generation's for sale
Beats a steady job
How much have you got?
My generation don't trust no one
It's hard to blame
Not even ourselves
The thing that's real for us is: fortune and fame
All the rest seems like work
It's just like diamonds in shit

I'm high class, I'm a whore
Actually both
Basically I'm a pro
We've all got our own style of baggage
Why hump it yourself
You've made me an offer that I can refuse
Course either way I get screwed
Counter proposal:
I go home and jerk off

It's truly a lie, I counterfeit myself (2x)
You don't own (4x)
You don't own what none can buy
You don't own, neither do I

High and mighty you say selling out is a sham
Is that the name of your book?
Push a silver spoon in your ass
No more holding us down
Dog, down mutt, nice mutt
You're insulted, you can't be bought or sold
Translation: offer too low
You don't know what you're worth
It isn't much
My piano is for sale
How many times must I sell myself before my pieces are gone?
I'm one of a kind
I'm designer

Never again will I repeat myself
Enough is never enough
Never again will I repeat myself

It used to be the plan was: screwing the man
Now it's have sex with a man
After he buys you.com for sale at a low, low price

It's truly a lie, I counterfeit myself (2x)
You don't own, you don't own, you don't own me
You don't own what none can buy
You don't own
Neither do I (2x)
Either
I'm designer
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in... again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are ever ready
Are you ready?
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It's never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

In time or so i'm told
I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We're temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?


I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
(You know they all... pretend)
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I'm not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
(You know they all... pretend)
You're the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
[Intro: Ghostface Killah (El-P)]
Yeah, nothin' but fly beats runnin' float
Around here and shit, about to pop off all (from outta
the robes, to the new world)
It's about to pop off, (Ghostface and Lazer Face
And you never this shit before) Hide ya face, yo
I told y'all niggaz it's about to pop (hide ya face)
Here we go, come on man, New York, we got y'all niggaz up top
(Fuck this, hide ya face) Hold me down, Brooklyn

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, this is Ghostface/Theodore, I'm magically suspicious
Police try to get money, and sell my pictures
To the star ledger, (tell 'em), inquirin' minds wanna know
How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow
Where the bird go? That shit flew south for the winter
Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan?
Did I really dodge death? Am I true Ironman?

[El-P]
Yo, this is Lazer Face, El Produnctive funk, plus you'll dance this
I leg sweepin', runnin' man stance, with my commandment
Spit that, hardly arty, semi-retarded and grawnny
Ungodly stoppin' me, put holes in your body heat
Bang, avoid your imminent, fuck with coat hanger
That lick off, of the set of altercation without anger
Was that the shit you running with? Equip this with a pair of scissors
Cook coke with a Brooklyn word poet, with Tony, the Iron Wizard

[Chorus: El-P (Ghostface Killah)]
You be lyin' to the fans on your tape (hide ya face)
Cuz radio don't play you, doesn't mean that you great
Baby, less talk and shit in my face (hide ya face)
Muthafucka, we hold the legendary breath that we take
You ridin' dirty when your man, had the plates (hide ya face)
Wear your seatbelt, and make sure to keep it light on the brakes
You been crafted by the United States (hide ya face)
You wind up gunnin' out a chopper, another man and his hate
Oh break... (hide ya face)

[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Oh shit, when the beat gon' drop?
Fuck it, I'm gonna get big money, here we go nigga

[El-P]
Embarresed her, bastard bet, the colamity, rap knowledge
Or fever, amonk liquids stickin' ya character
Plannin' obitueries, with a cralon cepter
Last of the unforgiven, spittin' insanity lectures
From where, from the era of the Dapper Dan tecture
I'm fully pullin' on loosy nukie, from the BK sector
Oh was that the shit you runnin' with? Yeah, bitch with a broken caraproder
The eyes on both, of the male room supervisor, of my last job

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, it's Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks, the fly minks
The first nigga to pop, them yellow bottles for drinks
Big links, only built for D. Coles, I peep hoes
You god damn right, I fuck fans, and get G. robes
And spinnach, bread like the Pillsbury dough
I got a red nose pick, with the high pro glow
My hydro flow? I got it locked, but y'all don't know
Watch when your enterprise go public, and Starks just blow

[Chorus]
Got woken in the night,
by a mystic golden light.
My head soaked in river water.
I had been dressed in a coat of armor. They called a horse out of the woodland.
"Take her there, through the desert shores."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back now."

The smell of redwood giants.
The banquet for the shadows.
Horse and I, we're dancers in the dark.
Came upon the headdress.
It was gilded, dark and golden.
The children sang.
I was so afraid I took it to my head and prayed.
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You're the chosen one, there's no turning back."

There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
So special
But it hasn't happened yet
You are gorgeous
But I haven't met you yet
I remember
But it hasn't happened yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I, I will meet you
I was peaking

But it hasn't happened yet
I haven't been given
My best souvenir
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
I know your habits
But wouldn't recognize you yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I miss you

I'm so impatient
I can't stand the wait
When will I get my cuddle?
Who are you?
I know by now that you'll arrive
By the time I stop waiting
I miss you
[Chorus]
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomb
A Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruction
You called a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
he sat on my bed told me some facts, son.
I have a duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don't forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye

In the morning I woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I'm only a kid
Certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her in the story untold
I said, momma it will be al right
When daddy comes home, tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomb
A Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruction
You called a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction

My story stops here, lets be clear
This scenario is happening everywhere
And you ain't going to nirvana or favana
You're coming right back here to live out your karma
With even more drama than previously, seriously
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free
And we refuse to sleep
The people overseas are just like we
Mad leadership, amigos, unfettered and free
They feed one the people they're supposed to lead
I don't need it
I don't mean for people to pray away
for the lord to make it straight
Its only now we do it right
Cos I don't want my daddy, leaving home tonight

Whether long range weapon or suicide bomb
A Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether your soar away sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruction
You called a Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction

Whether Halliburton or Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction

We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction


ps: I don't know very well this group.....but this song blast ;)
Eye on the TV/I own the TV, cause tragedy thrills me,
Whatever flavor, it happens to be like:
"Killed by the husband, drowned by the ocean,
shot by his own son, she used the poison
In his tea then kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'till someone dies

Don't look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face but with the other
Stare like a junkie into the tv
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child
Watches him die, hands to the sky crying, why? oh why?
Cause I need to watch things die (from a distance)
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither brave nor bold will write us the stories so
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die (from a good safe distance)
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so,
Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down,
Drum on grave and ground

Part vampire, part warrior carnivore and voyeur

Stare at the transmittal, sing to the death rattle

la la la la la la la lie
la la la la la la la lie
la la la la la la la lie
la la la la la la la lie

Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile, so impersonal
Devour to survive so it is, so it's always been
We all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I




ps: I Love this songs, like all "10.000 days" album...Maynard is a fuckin' genius ;)
see the animal in his cage that you built
are you sure what side you're on?
better not look him too closely in the eye
are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
see the safety of the life you have built
everything where it belongs
feel the hollowness inside of your heart
and it's all
right where it belongs

what if everything around you
isn't quite as it seems?
what if all the world you think you know
is an elaborate dream?
and if you look at your reflection
is that you want it to be?
what if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself--
find yourself afraid to see?

what if all the world's inside of your head
just creations of your own?
your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
and you're really all alone
you can live in this illusion
you can choose to believe
you keep looking but you can't find the woods
while you're hiding in the trees

what if everything around you
isn't quite as it seems?
what if all the world you think you know
is an elaborate dream?
and if you look at your reflection
is that you want it to be?
what if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself--
find yourself afraid to see?

hoo hoo, hoo hoo
hoo hoo, hoo hoo
hoo hoo, hoo hoo
hoo hoo, hoo hoo
hoo hoo, hoo hoo
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that? (I may be paranoid but I'm not an android)
What's that? (I may be paranoid but I'm not an android)
When I am king you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that? (I may be paranoid but I'm not an android)
What's that? (I may be paranoid but I'm not an android)
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking squealing Gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why wont't you remember my name?
I guess he does
Rain down
Rain down
Come on rain down
On me
From a great height
From a great height
Rain down
Rain down
Come on rain down
On me
From a great height
From a great height
Height
That's it sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pig skin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic
The vomit
The panic
The vomit
God loves his children
God loves his children, yeah
PET

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons

I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drum

The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming

Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drum

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other one
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep
HEADPHONES

Genius to fall asleep to your tape last night
So warm
Sounds go through the muscles
These abstract wordless
Movements, move move move move move.
They start off cells that haven't been touched before
These cells are virgins
Waking up slowly

My headphones
They saved my life
Your tape
It lulled me to sleep
To sleep, to sleep

Nothing will be the same
I'm fast asleep
I like this resonance
It elevates me
I don't recognize myself
This is very interesting

My headphones
They saved my life
Your tape
It lulled me to sleep
To sleep, to sleep
I'm fast asleep now
I'm fast asleep

My headphones
They saved my life
Your tape
It lulled me to sleep
To sleep, to sleep.




PS: This is ones of my favourite Bjork songs ;)
Dilated People - Night Life

[Evidence]
Night life..
Ready to spit
Tags what? Evidence
Cross the planet
Step it up this year weather man
The times right, sleep all day to wake up for night life
Ready to spit
When it drops, gonna hit
We step it up, no doubt the times right
Sleep all day to wake up for night life

Start every verse with something to quote:
"The devil you know, is better than the devil you don't"
Last year.. a test, true colors where shown
Kings remained in chess on the board and life in thrones
Music catch the force of my mic
Thats why at night I be out postin' up my own snipes
For years I sat back, played the role, what for?
This here disc, hear us raw
Can't fake it anymore
Check it out: You now witness the scenes
2nd release, Expansion Team
Shit thumps, shine bright headlights seen on
The like laser beams drive fast things and tee green

(chorus)

You know these nights ain't gettin' any longer
Put your best out and bail
You never know, you might get stronger
I stood back a bit, take punchlines out raps been more legitimate
Solidify our place in the game, pleasure with pain
Tropical flow: see sun but feel rain
Its easy to seclete yourself up in the mix
That's why its good to get out at night and holler at chicks
I take it back before studio racks,
before I understood the concept of seperatin' tracks
Before...
Around the time my life when I swore
That the mic was a device not to be taken light

chorus

Night life...
Graffiti artists get armed
Cans get shook, the walls get bombed
This is the time when shadow rocks get thrown
At your tinted car windows sound off the alarm
This is the time you execute your plan
While other people sleep, jewels get ran
In get away vans exit off ramps
Smaller operations are shops bigger one camps
Rock knots in pocket pants
Got the advance, and back for my back end in hands
And things ain't always what they seem from a glance
But up close shit'll change your whole prespective
Shadows close in, you realize you ain't protected
NTM - Paris Sous Les Bombes

Il fut une époque à graver dans les annales
Comme les temps forts du Hip Hop sur Paname
S'était alors abreuvé de sensations fortes
Au-delà de toutes descriptions
Quand cela te porte
Paris sous les bombes
C'était Paris sous les bombes
Le mieux c'était d'y être
Pour mesurer l'hécatombe
Une multitude d'impacts
Paris allait prendre une réelle claque
Un beau matin à son réveil
Par une excentricité qui l'amusait la veille
C'était l'épopée graffiti qui imposait son règne
Paris était recouvert avant qu'on ne comprenne

Refrain
Paris sous les bombes
C'était Paris sous les bombes

Où sont mes bombes, où sont mes bombes
Avec lesquelles j'exerçais dans l'ombre
Quand nos nuits étaient longues
Et de plus en plus fécondes
Ouais ! On était stimulés par la pénombre
Prêts pour lâcher les bombes
Prêts pour la couleur en trombe
Certains étaient là pour exprimer un cri
D'autres comme moi, juste par appétit
Tout fonce-dé, chaque soir Paris nous était livré
Sans condition, c'était à prendre ou à laisser
Quel est le gamin, à l'âge que j'avais
Qui n'aurait pas envié l'étendue que couvrait
Nos aires de jeux à l'époque
Quand il fallait qu'on se frotte aussi avec les keufs
Mais ce sont d'autres histoires en bloc
Je crois pouvoir dire qu'on a oeuvré pour le Hip Hop
Désolé si de nos jours, y'en a encore que cela choque

Refrain

Pour Mad, TCV, big-up !
Pour les funky COP big-up !
Pour les 93 big-up !
Big-up, big-up ! aux autres, on a roulé au Top
J'entends encore d'ici les murmures
Le bruit des pierres sur les rails qui rhytmaient l'allure
J'ai kiffé chacune de nos virées nocturnes
J'ai kiffé ces moments qui nous nouaient les burnes
C'étaient nos films à nous
C'était aussi une façon pour nous
D'esquiver la monotonie du quartier
Où l'odeur de la cité finit par rendre fou
Alors on allait s'évader en bande
Fallait qu'on descende dans les hangars
Prendre de l'avance sur la COMATEC
Aussi sur les autres crews afin de faire le break
Promoe - These Walls Don't Lie

It was the last days of summer, sun shinin' thrue the window/
Life movin' real slow, you know how things go/
His friends knew him by the name of Bingo/
as he turned up the volume on the hot new single/
from Looptroop his favourite rapgroup/
He loved how they represented him yo, the graffyouth/
from the grassroots. He came from Sweden too/
felt proud when he played his new friends the latest tunes/
(Check this shit out man!) That he had to download/
Cus his local recordstore was on the other side of the globe/
They didn't carry the stuff, but he felt it was ok to do/
He spread the Troop's message all the way to Australia, dude/
and man that couldn't be wrong/
when Long Arm and Freedom Fighters were his fuckin' theme songs/
in the headphones those nights he spent when he stayed up/
Adrenaline Rush,when he entered the lay up, singin...

Chorus: You know graffiti won't die/
Because these walls don't lie/
I'm dedicatin' this piece/
He said, to those DVSG's...

And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol/
mimicking the king Rick the Ruler's manners/
fresh dressed in his newest shoes and flannels/
then began lettin' off with the loosest cannons/
figurin' this'll be my coolest panel/
but when they see it all they see is just a gruesome scandal/
erasin' all signs of life, callin the youth some vandals/
They can't handle the truth so that's how the truth is handled/
Deep into the music and his art man, his true love/
didn't even notice when the train pulled up/
and before the bloodstains faded or the engine cooled off/
that very same train hit another writer: Olaf/
on a different continent though: Europe/
but then they came to the same place that I'm sure of/
In this world people always looked upon them as a terror/
but now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...

Chorus:
Graffiti writers won't die/
Because these walls don't lie/
I'm dedicatin' this song/
to those gone, your memory live on/

Bridge:
I know a lot of people including myself get uncomfortable/
when people including myself get emotional/
but I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all/
Man I still got love for graffiti culture though/
a lot of people including myself get uncomfortable/
when people including myself get emotional/
but I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all/
Man I still got love for graffiti culture though/

A lot changed from the days of Spraycan stories/
See me in the yard today, lost like a freakin' tourist/
and I don't claim to know much, all I really know is/
we were 17 once actin' like we were immortals/
Fearin' no evil, people said we had no morals/
That's fine, their corrupt world it really wasn't for us/
We just laughed at the bullshit names that they called us/
hated us, we hated them and both sides found out what a war is/
We were winning in the beginning then found out 'bout the horrors/
Don't get me wrong my love a hundred percent, no less/
and peace to my people, we grow with the knowledge/
I bite Tone Def same time I'm payin' homage/
to cats from South Africa, writers from New York/
Australia, Spain, France and Germany, up north/
Still the same rapper tellin' cops to fuck off/
and all my writers: Survive! This my love song to y'all...
Company Flow - Lune TNS

[Bigg Jus]
Yo word the fuck up this is for.. (DJ Mr. Len)
the motherfuckin (El-P) undisputed (Stylemaster)
CoFlow (Phase 2) Bigg Jus (yo check it)

The elevated trainline of the day linin the A
Where I first encountered the likes of Baby168
Stan, Iz the Wiz, K56, T.K.A.
Kingpin throwups and way back then was Abe
who watched us all rippin all loud up on the inside no E
As I progressed to the 7 yard, early Johnny D
Caine, Officer147, C.R.A.
Fuzz, Comet, Blade, Ajax and Angelduster
Cuttin school with Roman, hittin my first uni-wide
Ridin the L, overlookin the handball courts
A giant top to bottom flame, Demo TBA
Ghost TMR, Easel CUK
Switchin gears, Lay the One towards the end
Who could forget the Master of Destruction
led by Quik, Stash and Min
Destroyin all lines of thought, the Vamp Squad were bugged
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
Fab 5 Freddy, ? models, then Slug
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
We cheer ? Kay Park, dirty Slug
I keep it movin like Flint 707

I'm out to bomb Ban 2, ??
Rip 170, ??, F.B.I.
Hi Darth Bramble, 147 Shy
Rockin whole cars, you ain't seven Kevin Krash
Just to name a few style elements from my past then
while my crew tend to see technology in it's grasp
From All City built upon the foundation of true masters
Therefore when a architect delete old b-boyism I'm mackin
And why Indelible continue kid to advance material that's classic
Fundameric bus y'all to the uptown 1 2's and 3's
From the Queens parts to layups to the Brooklyn I-N-D's
I keep on like T-Kid, Lionel West a to S-E
Top Cat, rockin up tall letters from Philly
To the transit cop, Curly, Ferrari, Hicky and Ski
Lady Pink, Lady Heart, add the essence ??
Searchin for the hidden message, hit up me aersol alphabetics
Subvert word brutalizer
Critical thinkin modifier
Bigg Jus, Lune TNS, stark black tunnels a live wire
Soaked in burgundy, float master ??
I'll make the tails Red Devil
Rust on flat black, you ain't with Krylon J-3
mixed with amazon green, hit the ghostyards
like TNT Skeme, the ex-vandal
Nicer T-A-T, ebony dudes
Family163, V-F-R Sharp Delta chrome
?? 3YB
SUPERKOOL123, K-161
Jive156, Cuz NFC
Stay high 149
Mitch 77, L-T-N-S
Vade, Hondo U-G-A
Original freight hater RibOne, AB 63
Cope Two, still showin versatility
Peace to Don P and 168 Tracy
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
Fab 5 Freddy, ? models, then Slug
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
We cheer ? Kay Park, dirty Slug

Straight up, for niggaz who don't understand
Obviously this wasn't made for you, so fuck you
Bigg Jus, Lune TNS and we out
Stokka & Madbuddy - Nero Inferno

Cosa credi serva ancora poco per darci due input,
distruggo queste cellule col volto di un dipinto.
Se poi volete dare una ragione a chi sta fuori
qui è come dare picche alla tua regina di cuori.
Cosa volevi avere in cambio di due telecamere?
Infrangere il divieto che poi ci vieta di infrangere?
La notte qui fa freddo ma io becco al pomeriggio,
col prezzo di un pezzo per la campagna di un ministro.
E ancora dare un giusto modo per smuover sto moto,
spiegando che una foto fa parte di questo gioco.
Insomma le denunce, i processi,
chi sfrutta questi eventi son coloro che ritrovi a scriver sui muri dei
cessi!
Il perbenismo ci fa schifo in sto governo,
ha mani più nere che le mie: nero d'inferno.
E se in passato ero calmato da un buon vento
adesso faccio fuoco con un marker, sù, stai sentendo? (ehi)

Non puoi capire cosa spinge questo tratto,
Non c'è una lama che taglia questo contatto,
Non servirà a fermarlo qualche tuo ricatto,
non è un fenomeno, è un dato di fatto!
Tutti i ragazzi giù in strada (ROCK ON!)
La linea, la lotta armata (ROCK ON!)
Con marker e bandana alzata (ROCK ON!)
E' nero inferno sulle dita e non lo levi più.

Il vicinato cerca facce, i colpevoli senza luci,
dentro ai vicoli coi flop e la tecnica traccia e cuci.
Uso la forza dentro ai tunnel, se salto i tombini
è per scrivere tutto: dalla coda fino ai frontalini.
La polizia cerca le bande,
una rivolta di infottati sopra il bus col marker nelle mutande,
con Stokka e Buddy nello stereo per farsi domande,
i guanti ed i fat cap per riemprire all'istante.
Il fatto è che dal mio pensiero vi trovo distanti,
i flash che scattano le foto e fermano gli istanti,
i treni trash che testimoniano i primi rimpianti,
sfidando il buio con la PolFer che bestemmia i santi (porc!)
la yard è piccola,
la notte ride, la scena è ridicola,
con un coltello fotto la pellicola!
E' nero inferno dietro a un passa-montanga e le schegge
il nostro amore non è la vostra legge! (peace!)

Non puoi capire cosa spinge questo tratto,
Non c'è una lama che taglia questo contatto,
Non servirà a fermarlo qualche tuo ricatto,
non è un fenomeno, è un dato di fatto!
Tutti i ragazzi giù in strada (ROCK ON!)
La linea, la lotta armata (ROCK ON!)
Con marker e bandana alzata (ROCK ON!)
E' nero inferno sulle dita e non lo levi più.

Sono il segreto del colore che brucio,
che brucio, che brucio,
quando si scappa dimmi dov'è il rifugio,
rifugio, rifugio,
sapessi quante cose vede la notte,
la notte le sa solo lei...
Per questo adesso devi stare tranquillo,
tu sei la coscienza di quello che crei!
Il tuo nome è maledetto e piu lo spingi e piu ti piglia,
lo scrivi sulla superfice che più gli assomiglia,
con colpi come cinque carrozze T2B,
coi ferrini che bestemmiano il tuo nome messo li.
Gli toccherà lavarlo e più ci provano a sgamarlo
con foto, appostamenti e retate col carrarmato.
E' il dolore che ti guida, questo gioco per lo spazio,
è il volto del silenzio che precede qualche scatto.
Evolvo le mie lettere in posti da zero chiasso,
persi tra gli sketch nel meglio dei vostri Picasso.
Loghi e nero inferno, rubo qualche bombola,
accarezza i vostri cani e stasera la mia crew ha fatto tombola!
Ripasso nomi e stili in una città sulle sue,
per chi maestri sul metallo props a Phase II.
Tutti stupiti per il tratto gigante,
nero come il manganello nel culo di un vigilante!

Non puoi capire cosa spinge questo tratto,
Non c'è una lama che taglia questo contatto,
Non servirà a fermarlo qualche tuo ricatto,
non è un fenomeno, è un dato di fatto!
Tutti i ragazzi giù in strada (ROCK ON!)
La linea, la lotta armata (ROCK ON!)
Con marker e bandana alzata (ROCK ON!)
E' nero inferno sulle dita e non lo levi più.
Lordz of Brooklyn - Tales From the Rails

[Verse One: performed by ADMoney]
I been bombin' lay ups since the age of nine
I seen my older brother bombin' so I had to get mine
Snuck out my window just to write on the train
Just a couple of years and I knew I get fame
1982 and they put me down and brang me to the yards where the kings throw down
Bombin' insides doggin' whole cars
My brothers burnin' styles from door to door
Runnin' through my veins
Cause I'm fiendin' for the graff
Paint on my jacket and the ink on my hands
Runnin' through the lay up cause I'm out to bomb
This one goes out to the writers on the storm

[Chorus]
Rock on, to the break of dawn, break of dawn
Keep it on, keep it on
Rock on to the break of dawn, break of dawn
Keep it on, keep it on

[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
Grab your cans cause we're runnin' down the hatch
Hidin' from trains trippin' over tracks
Runnin' from the law just for a cause
Youth run wild man go and get yours
Rollin' thunder writers inks no crime
Never pay the fare man fuck the one time
Bombin' Coney Island how about Brighton
Just a little dude in the midst of mothafuckin' giants
Here to bomb the system so you'll recognize
All around kings Lordz of Brooklyn in the house

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: performed by ADMoney]
I'm trapped in the hatch cause the tunnels caused with 50
Work bums detects damn I got to hide bro
Runnin' through the lay up gettin' chased on the tracks
Duckin' nexts to flats with the duffle bag on my back
So now they're on my tail my face is turnin' pale
I'm prayin' oh my God I can't go to jail
Feet don't fail me now cause I'm close to the exit Rammellzee
Come on with the next shit

[Chorus]
Kaos - Il Codice

E' un'attitudine notturna, i suoi soggetti sono in crescita costante, fondamentalmente recidivi a tutto di fatto non li senti e non li vedi e non avverti i loro schemi a te sfugge il concetto, vedi solo nomi, per te è una cosa semplice due bombole d'argento e una pressione grazie all'indice non chiamare affreschi quelli che vedi sui palazzi, la terminologia corretta e' pezzi, zero tabbozzi ognuno ha il suo motivo, il proprio stile e ne va fiero e niente in dolce a chi ne fa un lavoro, io non vengo sul tuo muro per denaro resto concreto e sto aggrappato a un sogno sono in ferrovia e' un top-2-bottom su un vagone bianco il tempo ha sviluppato nuovi stili, nuove forme, situazioni sempre pese come ci ha insegnato Phase per cui non ti stupire se ti e' tutto incomprensibile, e' assai difficile il concetto senza il codice.

SULL'ACCIAO, SUL MURO LASCIA TRACCE DI COLORE CON UN CODICE, IL CONCETTO CHE TI E' ESTRANEO RENDE TUTTO PIU' DIFFICILE.

Sudato in fronte anche se fuori e' sottozero, e' la conferma che sei vivo, tu sai che non e' un gioco ci hanno gia' sparato addosso, succede spesso se e' un passatempo che tu cerchi qui hai sbagliato posto col buio intorno ogni rumore crea un sospetto, sotto le finestre scure di un vagone un writer scrive un nome, un altro sale sopra un tetto a trenta metri dall'asfalto, sempre piu' svelto, spesso sconvolto il sole mostra inesorabile il loro passaggio, per chi cancella anche domani sara' peggio perche' per ogni pezzo che scompare ce ne sono altri tre pronti per cui stanotte tocca stare attenti se vuoi chiamarla guerra e allora guerra sia: tu scegli quando, perche' di fisso il posto e' in ferrovia. Io staro' attento, per non trovarmi mai di fronte a un giudice il concetto resta estraneo per te se non hai il codice. Scritto sul muro col colore, sull'acciaio leggi il codice difficile il concetto e' senza regole ma e' inutile, se questo tu lo chiami crimine, essere ostile, per te io saro' il peggio criminale e quando il sole scende e si nasconde e le ombre si fan lunghe, un writer veste scuro e confonde con il nero mentre un treno e' gia' lontano col suo pezzo a lato, in posti che non hai mai visto, in cui non sei mai stato. Credi che sia facile, ma senza il codice non ti e' possibile comprenderne il motivo come Dee Mo' sfido il buio e sopravvivo io non dipingo quadri, scrivo lettere, e un esercito di writers e' pronto per combattere se non ci credi guarda in giro, vedrai firme su ogni muro un singolo frammento che compone un bboy fiero percui se non ci stai la tua sconfitta sara' duplice il concetto resta estraneo per te se non hai il codice.