Here Comes The Pain !


Enemy - Show me what you wanna be

I can handle anything

Even if I can't handle you

Readily - Either way it better be

Don't you fuckin' pity me

Get up, get off...

What the hell am I sayin'?

I don't know about malevolent

Sure as hell decadent

I want somebody to step up, step off

Walls!

Let me fall!

FUCK YOU ALL!

Get a grip, don't let me slip 'til I drop the ball.


Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war!


FUCK IT!


Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind?

You're leavin' me suspect -

I'm leavin' you grotesque

Feels like a burn from which you never learn

Cause and effect, your jealous ass

Press your face against the glass - SUFFER!


Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war!


I've just begun It's about that time Gotta get mine


I've just begun It's about that time Gotta get mine


I've just begun It's about that time Gotta get mine


I've just begun It's about that time Gotta get MINE!


YOU CAN'T KILL ME CUZ I'M ALREADY INSIDE YOU

YOU CAN'T KILL ME CUZ I'M ALREADY INSIDE YOU!

YOU CAN'T KILL ME CUZ I'M ALREADY INSIDE YOU!

YOU CAN'T KILL ME CUZ I'M ALREADY INSIDE YOU!


SIC! SIC! SIC! SIC!

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She's coming in the 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you!"

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti

I seek to cure what's deep inside
Frightened of this thing that I've become

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

My lyrical interpretation may be a tad bit off, but I'll do the best I can. Lmfao.

Wub wub, wicky-wicky-wicky-wicky wub, wub wub, *strange noise*, screech, wub wub, wicky-wicky-wicky-wicky wub, wub wub, beep beep beep screech.

I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me These rap cats man they all got their style from me And if I ever seen them then they probably bow to me And when this beat - drop I know they gon' lean World debut, I know they gon' fiend Everything, Mississippi to the Palm Springs Girls from brunettes down to blonde queens These young boys don't know what a don mean I'm just a bad boy gone clean I'm the diamond chain choker, always remain sober Don't drink liquor and all the games over Need a plane, I explain it to my broker Three bots in the hood top down, it ain't nova (My homie) You know there's more man where that come from Me and Cudda Love rollin' back to back in one

See I rep the most high, still I'm the most fly I win so much, they wanna know who I'm coached by Everyday approached by chicks when I was on top Wanna give me sosa, but I'm like don't try I see the hisses and the disses when I go by But see the misses on my wristses when I float by Self control, and I can't tell you no lie Tryin' to find a soulmate, you end up being SOUL TIED I make my money man without the coca Livin'la vida without the loca I'm down south so they show me country love And I ain't even country thug The people give me daps and hugs, so it must be love And I love the country grub It feel good to hear people singing welcome back And I ain't even sellin' the track, cause I'm that Harlem cat

So let's leave it alone......
Cause we can't see eye to eye.
There ain't no good guy, there ain't no bad guy,
There's only you and me and we just disagree.

Everything I've seen needs rearranging
And for anyone who thinks it's strange
Then you should be the first to want to make this change
And for everyone who thinks that life is just a game
Do you like the part you're playing

From You Set The Scene, by Love.

Camera's got them images
Camera's got them all
Nothing's shocking...
Show me everybody
Naked and disfigured
It's not shocking...
And now the news is
Just another show
With sex and violence...

Sex is violent...
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Seriously disappointed in y'alls music literacy, here....

throw you clothes on the floor, and I throw my clothes off too.

Ooh baby, I hear how you spend night-time
Wrapped like candy in a pure blue neon glow
Fade away and radiate
Fade away and radiate.

Ooh baby, watchful lines vibrate soft in brainwave time
Silver pictures move so slow
Golden tubes faintly glow.

Electric faces seem to merge
Hidden voices mock your words
Fade away and radiate
Fade away and radiate.

Beams become my dream
My dream is on the screen
The beams become my dream
My dream is on the screen.
Dusty frames that still arrive
Die in nineteen fifty-five
Fade away and radiate
Fade away and radiate.

The beam becomes my dream
My dream is on the screen
Fade away and radiate.

"just because I can!"

Look at you
Feeling all good
You can't resist
You have to be all
Up in it
Don't it feel great
Talking Shit
I let it go.

Why don't you just leave me alone.
My heart's gonna break from the fall.
Holding on to petty things.
Feeling all the **** it brings.
Why don't you just leave me alone.

Check-to-check-to-check, yo

Real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit,
They get their throat slit 'cause they're talking to me like I'm thick. And I'm
Real tired of all these bullshit guys, they best go hide 'cause I'm looking for them on the sly
'Cause I've had it up to here, right up to here,
Might have to do it Reservoir Dogs style
Slice of their ear.
'Cause I've had enough of bredders acting tough, trying to get rough when it's obvious they ain't rough enough.

Listen!
I don't just talk the talk, I walk it,
That's why my mouth's always coming out with raw shit,
My rap style's distorted
Like Little Mo getting raped and keeping the baby instead of getting it aborted
Yo, I talk morbid
Just to make you feel awkward
Death's a part of life, yo, you just can't ignore it,
Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it
Like it's something you think's special 'cause your dead gran bought it.
I talk so foul, I talk so coarse
I show no regret, I show no remorse
Like a necromaniac raping a corpse up the anal passage whilst contracting genital warts
My metaphors are twisted
Like that game where you gotta put the Hob Nob in your gob if you're the last one to come on the biscuit
I'm so sadistic
That's why I fantasise about finding my mum's ex floating in the bath tub with his wrists slit.

And I'm
Real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit,
They get their throat slit 'cause they're talking to me like I'm thick. And I'm
Real tired of all these bullshit guys, they best go hide 'cause I'm looking for them on the sly
'Cause I've had it up to here, right up to here,
Might have to do it Reservoir Dogs style
Slice of their ear.
'Cause I've had enough of bredders acting tough, trying to get rough when it's obvious they ain't rough enough.

You best ban TV if you want me to stop,
'Cause I'm so heavily influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't just
Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs,
It's Irréversible, Baise-moi and City of God,
It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box,
It's them ****philes singing on Top of The Pops
Gary Glitter, Michael [Jackson] - What?
On the 'net Ken Bigley got his neck checked off.
That's some
Nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick when I see this shit and I say exactly what I think.
That's some nasty shit and still you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, something round here really stinks.
What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks? Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink?
You're disgraceful like getting caught pissin' in the sink.
Or a white girl who won't suck my dick just because it's pink.

And I'm
Real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit,
They get their throat slit 'cause they're talking to me like I'm thick. And I'm
Real tired of all these bullshit guys, they best go hide 'cause I'm looking for them on the sly.
Had it up to here, right up to here,
Might have to do it Reservoir Dogs style
Slice of their ear.
'Cause I've
had enough of bredders acting tough, trying to get rough when it's obvious they ain't rough enough.

Check it!
The last verse is just as bad as the first but compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse
'Cause it's about a guy getting chauffeured in a hearse.
Let me do what Nas did and tell this shit in reverse:

The hearse
brings the corpse back to morgue
The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out
The **** goes back in, body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again.
The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance,
Put the wounded man back in the ambulance,
The ambulance's engine turns back on
And the lights flash as the siren plays its favourite song.
The guy goes back to the exact spot were they found him
And all the medics and the passers by go back where they came from
Till eventually
No-one surrounds him and the **** pours up him rather than down him.
The man unfalls upwards back on his feet,
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street,
He walks into the blade
That cut his belly,
Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already.
He removes his hand so that you can see the cut and as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up.
He unsays the words he said which were "What the fuck!"
And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut.
Then the **** from his severely severed ear
Crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears,
As the knife-wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear -
Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear -
Then walks backwards through the bushes where he's disregarding nature
And leaves the guy on the bench unreading his paper,
Takes the snail he stepped on
Back from his creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later.

Back in his house now
Back in his bed
He unlistens to his CD and unbops his head,
Takes the CD out the player puts it back in it's case which has my name on the cover
Along with my face.
Fast forward: there's been a murder and the police know who done it,
They're looking for a motive 'cause they don't know why he done it.
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening.

A couple months later this shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that switch in his hand
And told him to kill that man,
Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt I don't even know and have never met before in my life.
If it was, then whoever said that "the pen is mightier than the sword" was right and you'd better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight.
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"phew" A lot of words!...hope you read it all!

Baby, blow me
A kiss as you're leaving
Blow me
Woh, a kiss right now
Cause if you're gonna leave me, honey,
I will surely miss the way you blow me
Blow me a kiss
Woh-oh-oh

Come on and blow me, woh
A kiss like you mean it
Blow me
A kiss goodbye
I really can't remember anything as hard as this
So blow me
Blow me a kiss
Woh-oh-oh

Some things in life are hard to swallow
I guess she couldn't take it all Dean
She couldn't handle everything
Woh-oh-oh, who could ?
But if she comes back tomorrow
I'll be shooting my wad
On flowers and a ring

Honey, blow me
Woh, a kiss, as you're leaving, baby
Blow me
Woh, a kiss as you go
And always think about me
As you're going down
Your list
Baby, blow me
Blow me a kiss

I'll miss her arms and her elbows
Woh-oh, they're some nice ones
I'll miss her legs so tall
She's got some long legs, Dean, woh-ho
I'll miss her neck and her shoulders
But I'll miss her head most of all
Watch out baby

Baby, blow me
Woh, a kiss as you're leaving, baby
Blow me
Woh, a kiss as you go
Oh oh, look out

And if you wanna come home, honey, that's okay
Just grab a hold of this
And, baby, blow me
Baby, won't you blow me
Blow me a kiss

Wake up
Grab a brush and put a little, makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the, shakeup
(Hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to

I don't think you trust
In my self righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

This diamond ring
On my hand
Is the only good thing
That came from that man
Got a GTO
From a man name Joe
And a big piece of land
Down in Mexico
Im hell on........

Some say the x, make the sex
Spec-tacular, make me lick you from yo neck
To yo back, then ya, shiverin, tongue deliverin
Chills up that spine, that ass is mine
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight
If its alright with you, we fuckin (that's alright)
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin in the park
Pissy off Bacardi Dark
Remember when I used to play between yo legs
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head
Straight to yo mother's bed
At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot
Next to yo ****, damn I really missed the
way she used to rub my back, when I hit that
Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle
Now I know you used to suites at the Parker Meridian
Trips to the Carribean, but tonight, no ends

Girl you look fine, like a windface Rolex, you just shine
I like that waistline
Let me hit that from behind, which wall you wanna climb
My styles genuine, girl I love you long time
I got you pinned up, with yo fuckin limbs up
All because you like the way my Benz was rimmed up
Bitch keep yo shin up, please watch me do thee
Nasty, like it when you make it move fast mommy
I like it when you tro' it pon me
No love makin, strictly back breakin
Ceas' know, all his hoes, go to my door
Then they go to his flo', to fuck some more
So no, caviar, sharp bar, uh uh
Strictly sex that's pretty and left over spaghetti
I know you used to slow CD's and Don P's
But tonight its eight tracks and six-packs while I hit that

hey there delilah
whats it like in new york city
im a thousand miles away
but girl tonight you look so pretty
yes you do
time square cant shine as bright as you
i swear its true

hey there delilah
dont you worry about the distance
im right there if you get lonely
give this song another listen
close your eyes
listen to my voice its my disguise
im by your side

oh its what you do to me
oh its what you do to me
oh its what you do to me
oh its what you do to me
what you do to me

hey there delilah
i know times are gettin hard
but just believe me girl
someday ill pay the bills with this guitar
we'll have it good
we'll have the life we knew we would
my word is good

hey there delilah
ive got so much left to say
if every simple song i wrote to you
would take your breath away
id write it all
even more in love with me youd fall
we'd have it all

oh its what you do to me
oh its what you do to me
oh its what you do to me
oh its what you do to me

a thousand miles seems pretty far
but they've got planes and trains and cars
id walk to you if i had no other way
our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
that none of them have felt this way
delilah i can promise you
that by the time that we get through
the world will never ever be the same
and youre to blame

hey there delilah
you be good and dont you miss me
two more years and youll be done with school
and ill be makin history like i do
you know its all because of you
we can do whatever we want to
hey there delilah heres to you
this ones for you

this hiphop shit could fuck up your head man

I know a bunch of crips that love Redman

bloodwalk in New York man things don't change

stop the chinks took over the game

this ain't Bruce Lee ya'll watch too much TV

its a game of death when I aim for your chest

yes too much sex got me seeing slow motion

eyes barely open with a roach roastin'

and your girl she loves the Jin potion

rub it on her body like body shop lotion

what's the commotion you never seen me

original chinky eyed emcee

you don't want to step to the army

Im double R rank refugee

and the barrel of the gun gonna make you speak another language

and amigo I ain't talking about spanish


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this one goes out to those that order four chicken wings
and pork fried rice and roll dice
in the hood you think shit is all good
til them cowboys roll through like Clint Eastwood
I wish you would come to Chinatown
get lost in town end up in the lost and found
eyewitnesses you must be crazy
we don't speak English we speak Chinese
and the only po-po we know
is the pigs on the hook out by the window
every time they harass me I wanna explode
We should ride the train for free we built the railroads
I ain't ya 50 Cent I ain't ya Eminem
I ain't ya Jigga Man I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
she looked surprised when she saw it in the palm of my hands
you know what's next safe sex
I'll be damned if I **** in the flesh with the insects

A beautiful blue planet spinning in the silence of space our mother earth.


I follow the Moskva


Down to Gorky Park


Listening to the wind of change


An August summer night


Soldiers passing by


Listening to the wind of change


The world is closing in


Did you ever think


That we could be so close, like brothers


The future's in the air


I can feel it everywhere


Blowing with the wind of change


Take me to the magic of the moment


On a glory night


Where the chil.dren of tomorrow dream away


In the wind of change


Walking down the street


Distant memories


Are buried in the past forever


I follow the Moskva


Down to Gorky Park


Listening to the wind of change


Take me to the magic of the moment


On a glory night


Where the chil.dren of tomorrow share their dreams


With you and me


Take me to the magic of the moment


On a glory night


Where the chil.dren of tomorrow dream away


In the wind of change


The wind of change


Blows straight into the face of time


Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell


For peace of mind


Let your balalaika sing


What my guitar wants to say


Take me to the magic of the moment


On a glory night


Where the chi.ldren of tomorrow share their dreams


With you and me


Take me to the magic of the moment


On a glory night


Where the chi.ldren of tomorrow dream away


In the wind of change

Shine eye girl is a trouble to a man
she want uptown, she want downtown
she want fancy car, she want super star
an'a tell me whey you really want
I say to tell me, I say to tell me,
tell me whey you want

you want uptown, you want downtown
you want fancy car, you want super star
you want black silk, you want wedding gown (?)
now whey you really want
a for me real whey you want, you still want more
you want husband, you want boy friend
you want some thirty dot, you want whole yard ( ??)
you want soldier man, you want badman
now whey you really want
tell me whey you really want, now
tell me whey you really want, oh yeah