Friv Latino Music

Music and Lyrics everywhere

Alex Kyza – Muy Lento Lyrics

Kyza, masacre
Official the champion boy
Ye ye, el capitan
En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos
Pegadito a tu cuerpo, lento
Calentita yo te siento, lento
Con eso no pierdo tiempo, lento
Yes, y de ai nos vamos lento
Demasido de alcohol mezclado con el humo
Nos fuimos a capella esta noche soy seguro
Ando con el combo y el tronco elefante
Si se pone ready te rompo el panthel
Bailamo toda la noche la perreo no me canso
Llegamos nosotros y ustedes se ponen manso
Diamantes brillando y el combo lleno de wawa
Botellas rosadas me tienen hablando al paso
Quemando el maon dady ya la tengo out
Ella me tira el pelo en la cara so mach
Le agarro ese bury y aprovechando el momento
Ella me dijo al oido pa lo quiero lento
Entonce la pillo ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento lo quiere sentir
Que le de por ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento la pone crazy
Entonce la pillo ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento lo quiere sentir
Que le de por ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento la pone crazy
(yes, kyza)
En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos
Pegadito a tu cuerpo, lento
Calentita yo te siento, lento
Con eso no pierdo tiempo, lento
Yes, y de ai nos vamos lento
Lento, calentito que se sienta
Maniana amanecemos con dolor de cabeza
Los dos sudando ella me dice aprieta
Despues que se calienta me la como completa
Aprovecho
Con ella yo me quedo de su cuerpo no me harto
Sex cool de eso no me canso
Me grita agresivo pero me lo pide lento
Para mi perfecto …
Aunque disimula se le ve cuando camina
Un poco de medicina y le doi la vitamina
Lo hago toda la noche y los dos andamos …
En camara lenta pa que ella disfrute el show
En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos

Hexvessel – Demian Lyrics

Crimson like a fever
Blood of fire in vein
A sun we rise
To magnify his name
We speak   for   the angels
Eat the   book from their hand
We suffer gladly
In   our bargain with the devil
He will show you symmetry
Earth’s satanic majesty
His voice comes from within
“Immortal souls
Of ancient star
I call to those
Who wear the mark!”
Both light and darkness
United in Cain
Take this kiss
And sanctify Abraxas
From the bondage of evil
Spirit body wakes
A gnostic host
Of devils and angels
He will show you destiny
His voice comes from within
Immortal souls
Of ancient star
I call to those
Who wear the mark
Demian!

Lonnie Donegan – Ham ‘n’ Eggs Lyrics

Ham and eggs, pork and beans
I would’a had more, boys, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
If I had known my captain was blind
Wouldn’t’a come to work, boys, when the clock struck nine
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
Pork and beans, pork and beans
Would’a had more, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
If I had known my captain was back
I wouldn’t’a sold that special, gun that is, that I once had
Ooh well, gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road
Ham and eggs, pork and beans
Would’a had more, but the cook was so mean, ah mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Ham and eggs, pork and beans
Would’a had more, boy, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road

R.a. The Rugged Man – The Slayers Club Lyrics (feat. M.o.p., Vinnie Paz, Chris Rivers, Onyx, Chino Xl, Brand Nubian & Ice-t)

Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! the Rugged Man]
I snatch purses, I piss in churches, I work the burners
In Lucifer’s furnace, sip the blood of a virgin out of a thermos
I gun buck ’em, f*ck a fist, the Razor Ruddock cut a wrist
I cut ’em, gut ’em like a fish and let ’em lay in gutter piss
The bats, gats, battle ax make a back collapse
Slap a Democrat, pack a rat, smack crackers in MAGA hats
I rewind the time, put you in a dumpster aborted
I crush your skull into dust, chop it to powder and snort it
[Interlude]
Bran-Br-Br-Brand Nubian (Once again!)
Br-Brand Nubian
[Verse 6: Sadat X, Lord Jamar & Both]
Punks jump up to get beat down
I’ll throw you in a f*ckin’ trunk with your feet bound
Niggas want beef? (M.O.) MO-Ps
You already know my M.O. Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same   script, who come up outta the fold for ya? (M.O.) OGs
Bong! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
Strap the f*ck up, I just came out a coma
You better buckle up, we running niggas over
If I ain’t throwin’ shots, then I must’ve been sober
You ain’t smoking sticky-icky, one hit’ll choke ya
I’m sick with it, a mental patient psyche would admit it
Where crimes get committed and niggas get drug addicted
When niggas on Rikers be biddin’, razors be getting spit in
Cut his face up, now he need stitches
[Verse 5: R.A. Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya
[Verse 7: Ice-T]
Yeah, Iceberg, nigga
The Rugged Man made the call, I’m here
My niggas ain’t Bloods, they straight Crippin’
My niggas ain’t cool, they set trippin’
Thought it was a game, ’til you felt that hot lead
My gats ain’t semi, they belt fed
Pop up at ya motherf*ckin’ crib like god damn
Found out where you lived on your Instagram
25 cops at the crime scene
My niggas crash your pad like a SEAL Team
Burn motherf*cker, one syllable Ice
More whips than The Passion of Christ
[Verse 8: Billy Danze, Lil Fame & Both]
Blam-bong, blam-bong, blood lies and alibis
Tell his mama reply before this turn into a homicide
Nigga, ante up the ransom (Come on!)
Tell that bitch to hurry up before I blam son
(Cause we) Do it all day (We) do it the hard way
(We) Do it the Brook-nam way, I’m talkin’ broad day
(We) We be the M.O. Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Get your meat ground
NYC, this not a sweet town
Hear the crack of the bones and let the streets run red
Have you shackled in your home with the gun to your head
This is personal, it ain’t shit about bread
Reversible skull when I’m splittin’ that head
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya? Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit ’em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin’ popped if you was hangin’ where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin’ out, boy trippin’
That’s what you get for thinkin’ you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician
[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
Y’all better fall back or get jaws cracked
All facts, I go to your skull, y’all softer than ballsacks
Pause, but say my force is the Fourth Horsemen, I’m all that
Splatter your organs, spread it on walls and call it a Rorschach
Guess the image is a butterfly, my fist is lightning, rain and thunder
I can snuff a guy and make him wish his mother died
And break anatomy, chemically causing casualties
Endlessly blow your brains out or shatter your memories
[Verse 3: Chino XL]
The living god that is held at the highest regard
With more sick entries than Whitney Houston’s toxicology report
Who got top chart position in an image that’s tricking the children
With a little litter that’s some other bitter imbecile has written
But I’m spittin’ raw voodoo
I saw through you like a woman in a wooden box
And I’m a magician, give you a face peel
Not the type you get from an aesthetician
I stomp your skull ’til it breaks with an ice skate
If y’all niggas is lit, then Chino’s burned at the stake
[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya? Liveness, still   outta   control   for ya
We home   team, we gon’   roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! [Intro: Sample, Billy Danze & Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, when the devil come boy
The devil devil gon’ come come smiling
Yo, what the f*ck   these   niggas talking about,   man?

De Huilende Rappers – Liniaal Lyrics

Ik had laatst een broodje gegeten
Wat te lang was om te meten
Daarom meet ik alles met mijn liniaal
Lini-lini-lini-lini-liniaal
Daarom meet ik alles met mijn liniaal
Lini-lini-lini-lini-liniaal

Tommy Torres – El Trabajito Lyrics

¿Por qué?)
[Coro: Tommy Torres]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones
[Verso 3: Tego Calderón]
Te tienen que haber dao’ agua ‘e fregao’, mi socio
No era destila’, era de pozo
Que ¿cómo fué? [Puente: Tommy Torre, Tego Calderón]
Dime que me has hecho vida mía
(Dime qué, dime qué)
Porque ésto más que amor ya es brujería
(¿Por qué tú me haces esto, mija? Que un día te levantas y se te meten por dentro corriendo por toa’
Las venas
No sé desde cuando pero ella me va buscando, me va encontrando y me
Va gustando
Es que me tiene mareao’, divagando, borracho
[Puente: Tommy Torres]
Dime que me has hecho vida mía
Porque ésto a mi me huele a brujería
[Coro: Tommy Torres]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones
Dile
Viento va, Viento va
[Verso 2: Tommy Torres]
Algunas lo dan todo otras no dan nada
Unas se quitan la ropa y otras no le hace falta
Lo cierto es que cuando dicen que un hombre es suyo
El hombre es suyo
Y aun más cierto es que estoy aquí buscándola, deseándola, pidiéndola
Inventándola en mis lamentos
¿Qué será lo que me has hecho nena? [Coro: Tommy Torres]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones
[Verso 1: Tommy Torres]
¿Qué será? No te rompa el coco
Los trabajos malos con fé los destrozo
Sus porquerías se las revocamos
Si hay que perdonar perdonamos, que carajo
Papá creo un día despues del otro (¿pa’ quién?)
Pa’ gente como nosotros (OK)
Bota el golpe sin ponerse torpe
En este mundo de cemento hay monte
De sobra, Verde esperanza y por lejos que esté se alcanza
Los ciegos sin anteojos ven todo
Lo que no sirve, le dan de codo
El amor es como lotería
Gana el que tiene suerte, no el que merecía
[Coro: Tommy Torres, Tego Calderón]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Prenden cuatro velas y se ponen a
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
(Compran libros de trucos, de cosas, de legiones)
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones
(¿Qué fué?)
[Cierre: Tommy Torres, Tego Calderón]
Ay, mujeres quieren a los hombres
Hay mujeres y hay mujeres
Prenden cuatro velas
Hay que tener cuidado con lo que comes
Hechizos te ponen
Cuando las mujeres
Que prendan velas por montones
Que yo tengo el que me proteje
Cuando las mujeres
Que me quiere, me cuida
Prenden cuatro velas y te las ponen por los rincones
Ten cuidao’ con lo que comes Tommy ¿Qué será lo que tienen unas pero no otras?

King Gordy – Kings Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
From the North, a man of great strength
A conqueror
A man who would some day be king by his own hands
[Verse]
I’ve seen kingdoms crumble and fall
I’ve seen kings that lay dead behind prison walls
They were captured and tortured, some was slaughtered
The guards had their daughters carve them
As if they impregnate them, just to taint the blood
The castles is being overthrown by thugs
Back then we called them vikings or barbarians
In 2006 they would be called terrorists
Now bow and kiss the feet of your new king
Those who will defy will die so cruelly
Your new ruler is so unruly
I kill a different wife every day, they just don’t amuse me (Ooh wee)
King Gordy what the f*ck are you doing, you’ve killed 16 queens in only two weeks
f*ck you peasant, off with his head
I won’t stop ’till everybody I love is dead

Hexvessel – Billion Year Old Being Lyrics

You can find my signs in this paradise
Where myriad the mornings shined
That I have hardly   dreamed   of
Through a hallucinary   spell of time
A place where hunter   gatherers
Gathered in their grave-house
My name was spoken on the wind
That blew away the sun
Billion year old being! Statues planes and skyscrapers
Are underneath the seas and rivers
I emerge up from the seams of fate
To sew my secrets in the dirt
Then all the temples to the elements
Will be made from human skeletons
Turning in the universe
Like the moon around the earth
Billion year old being! Rise rise my spirit rise
Shine a light over fields of fire
Sing sing my spirit sing
Over woodland glade and mountain spring
How soon the sun can turn the hands of time
And the cupstone flows with sacrifice
Tempered skin into beaten drum
Woodland bones ring out
With trumpet voice
Hawks ascend out of the open graves
Hand-made hills carved out of dead sand
Sacred are our waters no frost could still
Cloven myths shape the sun-cross of life

Lonnie Donegan – Over In The New Burying Ground Lyrics

Well, I can hear the hammer ringin’
On somebody coffin
I can hear the hammer ringin’, Lord
On somebody coffin
Well, I can hear the hammer ringin’
On-a somebody coffin
Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground
A well, it must have been my captain
(Must-a have been my captain, Lordy)
The people was-a buryin’
(Must have been my captain, Lordy)
Must-a have been my captain, Lord
(Must have been my captain, Lordy)
The people were buryin’
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Must-a been my captain
(Must-a been the captain, Lordy)
The people was-a buryin’
(Must-a been the captain)
What I’m talkin’ bout, well Lordy, well
Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground
Hey yah! Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground
Yeah, must-a been my captain
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
People was a buryin’
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Lord, it must-a been my captain
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Lord and the people was a-buryin’
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Yeah, yeah
Oh, my captain, Lordy
(Must-a been my captain, captain)
A that the people was a-buryin’
(Must-a been my captain)
Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground
It was over on my new buryin’ ground
Over on my new buryin’ ground

R.a. The Rugged Man – E.k.n.y. Lyrics (feat. Inspectah Deck & Timbo King)

[Intro]
I’m a ’88er, fly aviator
I been seen the future, way back then on beta
Winning is   always   better than losing
And   winning big is better still
’88er
[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Rape scandal,   Tawana Brawley, New York City
Before Giuliani turned Times Square to   Walt   Disney
Low   cost anesthetic epidemic,   CD bought
Wall graffiti’d   up, cook coke, Scotty, beam me up
Murder rate stats are staggerin’, lives unravelin’
Central Intelligence Agency is drug traffickin’
Cops with bad tempers, politicians pushin’ their agendas
In the streets, it’s murderers and rapists and sex offenders
Where they’re growin’ the roses, bloodsuckin’ bats, vultures are ferocious
Roller coasters of rats and rodents and roaches
Homeless vet with skin rashes from tuberculosis
Narcosis, pimps and hookers and heroin overdoses
Every snitchin’ bird chirps, that’s how the world works
These hookers lookin’ for who to burn first
Porn theaters and perverts
On your PRO-Keds there’s bloody red spots and a dead cop
Got his head shot on the fed watch, call Mayor Ed Koch
C’mon
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
I’m a ’88er, straight from the days of the pissy elevator
Teeny boppers, graffiti rockers, cops, and jealous haters
Dangerous back blocks, crack rocks and mad cops who clap shots
Aimin’ to kill and steal a stash box
From psycho niggas fightin’ with whites and Hasidics
Remember Willie Turks, Yusef Hawkins, and Michael Griffith
N.Y., prolific, kicked it with the lowlifes and Deceps
Who squeeze TECs, G-checkin niggas for weak checks
Sinister dark minds, victims of hard times
Pan Am Flight 103, Central Park Five
Thank Reagan for makin’ dealers kingpins, who would think then? The Rugged Man]
Global cocaine trade, buy and sell, clientele
Drug cartels, crime grime spell, die in Hell
Colombian gun dealers citizens in cop status
Bronx raid, six cops shot by Larry Davis
A ’88er, ATA the great yam scams can’t fail
Land in jail, with a plan dumb like Dan Quayle
Coke deal in the back streets, everybody sniffed out
From Hollywood stars to celebrity athletes
Hold the crowbar, stole the car, crackhead moonwalkin’
With a Mike Jack’ jacket, holdin’ a broke VCR
Mommy never get a raise, kids hustle for better days
Crime forever pays, guardian angels with red berets
Ain’t no Spielberg extra-terrestrial phonin’ home
Just a homeless guy takin’ a piss on the pay phone
They thought AIDS was only for gays, mass confusion
‘Til Ryan White, the boy caught it from a blood transfusion
’88er
[Chorus]
I’m a ’88er, fly aviator
I been seen the future, way back then on beta
I’m a ’88er, fly aviator
I been seen the future, way back then on beta
I’m a ’88er
[Outro]
Killa Bee
Echoin’ through cell blocks and federal pens
I told the people the truth
I spelled out what had to be done, and we did it
Intellectual honesty and integrity, that is how we ran the city
And that’s how we will continue to run this city We seein’ Ms, all the shipments that’s liftin’
’88er, architect, camouflage vet
My burner on the train, next to Bernhard Goetz
From the time the space shuttle and Chernobyl exploded
I voted for Dinkins knowin’ he would never control it, word
[Verse 3: R.A.

Wolfheart – Arrows Of Chaos Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guided by the chaos star
Eight arrows point the direction forward
Follow the path of war
And pray   for   the blood red   messiah
[Pre-Chorus]
Become
More than just a soldier
Destroyer
[Chorus]
With blood   on your hands
Baptized as a murderer
Death toll as a cross
Reborn as a ruthless executioner
[Verse 2]
Lead the way towards the slaughter
Become device of demise
[Pre-Chorus]
Become
A destroyer
[Chorus]
With blood on your hands
Baptized as a murderer
Death toll as a cross
Reborn as a ruthless executioner
[Post-Chorus]
Murderer
Murderer

So Long Forgotten – O, How Fair, How Elegant An Evil Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thief, when you’re ready
The vault’s unlocked
And the tax collector is gone
Thief, when it’s lawful
And health   for   their sons
Feast until   there’s none
(The dirt will fill our   lungs)
[Verse 2]
Your republic is failing
Your empire is dead
Their gardens are blooming
They   will   read   again
They’ll surely tear   their nets
And they   will mend
[Verse 3]
Thief, when you’re wasted
You’re fully alive
And you will realize
We are alike
And I can eat
Like a child never chooses to die
Madam when, when your fragrances run dry
Where will you hide
Where will you hide
When your fragrances run dry
When they run dry
[Chorus]
How fair, how fair
How fair, how fair
[Bridge]
Let us cleanse our lungs
Let us cleanse our lungs
Until you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
‘Til you see my blood
My blood

De Huilende Rappers – Rare Dingen Lyrics

Soms zeg ik hele rare dingen
Rare dingen, hele rare dingen
Soms hoor je me rare dingen zeggen
Rare dingen, rare dingen zeggen
Ik ga op klaarlichte dag voor je raam staan
Pak je aan dus ik heb ‘n pakje aan gedaan
Van mijn broer die doet stoer in de Super de Boer
En ik roer met m’n snoer in een plas op de vloer
Ik gooi een dikke klodder modder van de hijskraan
Water laten staan pak de jonk en hijs d’r aan
Net als mijn nicht heb ik geen enkel gewricht
En ik bedenk dit gedicht met een lichtgevende stift
Want soms doe ik hele rare dingen
Rare dingen, echt hele rare dingen
Soms hoor je me rare dingen vertellen
Rare dingen, rare dingen vertellen
Soms zitten we allemaal wel eens een beetje te veel
Stil op de bank met een jonk en ik tril
Onafhankelijk van het geheel
Of ik loop mank en ik steun op een steel
Steel sowieso zo een zakje kaneel
Die glijdt ja zo uit mijn hand en het scheelt
Weinig, alles of zeker een deel
Valt op m’n voet en vooral op mijn eelt
Soms gebeuren er hele rare dingen
Rare dingen, hele rare dingen (om me heen)
Soms hoor je me rare dingen rappen
Rare dingen, rare dingen rappen
Maar meestal maak ik met iedereen enige metten die kort zijn
Met bijvoorbeeld een zin die op iemand of iets en een schort rijmt
(En als) je smatje gordijnen dan net als je waggie aan gort rijdt
Je kots scheidt van je eten maar dat dan wel weer op je bord smijt
Dat zijn wel echt hele rare dingen
Rare dingen, super rare dingen
Dat zijn wel echt belachelijk rare dingen
Maar dan zal ik dan wel niet over beginnen vandaag

Lonnie Donegan – Precious Lord, Lead Me On Lyrics

Precious Lord take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand the lest I well fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
When the darkness appears and the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

R.a. The Rugged Man – Living Through A Screen (everything Is A Lie) Lyrics (feat. The Kickdrums)

And inside of the Rotten Apple, we livin’ in Babylon? All the flashin’ lights, all the perfect lines
Focused on a screen, where everything is a   lie
Help,   don’t just slip   away
Am I still there? Need to fit in their narrative or they will remove you
When they try to rule you, ruin those who are truthful
They use you, they fool you, the voodoo, pazuzu
The Hollywood, Hollyweird, who’s who and who’s new
The zombie society, they never been alive
As they followin’ the blind, walk into genocide
And another young one done when the gun blast
St. My murder mind   state
And when I’m dead gone, don’t come to my wake
And you won’t like me when I get angry
The Bill Bixby, original, not Ang Lee
Mechanical deity blow up the scenery
Robot, autonomous weapon machinery
The ache in the armor, they wanna break him in harder
They wanna make him a martyr, that’s what the pain is a part of
We livin’ life hypnotized with your eyes in the iPhone
Catalogue and the masters that I own
Skeleton play the drum with a thighbone
Bullet slide in your dome in the crime zone
Suck the budgets, construct the puppets
Obstruct the justice, corrupted judges, wicked
What will be the secret that’s hidden from mankind? 147 kids that were killed in Kenya
Paris and Brussels, Orlando, Aurora
The church in Charleston, the horror, the slaughter
Enforcin’ the laws of the border wars
Bodies of migrants on the water shores
As we enter the Twilight Zone dimension
Where they’re sure to shank ya, with no redemption
The Hollywood Terry Crews is molested
And in the era The Apprentice is President
LSD, mescaline, human experiment, American idiocracy evident
Leavin’ a dream of the demon gene, is it an evil queen or Elohim
[Chorus]
All the flashin’ lights, all the perfect lines
Gazin’ at a screen, where everything is a lie
Bendin’ how you think, hold you in its teeth
Focused on the screen, where everything is a lie
Livin’ through a screen
And you’re alone Wisdom and inner vision religion can’t find
Needed the operator to give me the landline
Diggin’ in deeper, begin losin’ my damn mind
And you’re alone
[Chorus]
All the flashin’ lights, all the perfect lines
Gazin’ at a screen where everything is a lie
Bendin’ how you think, hold you in its teeth
Focused on the screen, where everything is a lie
Livin’ through a screen, where everything is a lie
[Verse 2]
Fallin’ down, goin’ deeper, and I’m hittin’ the bottom
I’ll be the Canaanite sinnin’ in the city of Sodom
Until my mama see my name in the obituary column
And they still will be killin’ me like I’m Bill and Hillary Rodham
Smoke and brimstones to molten rock
You wanna sell your soul? Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, bloodbath
Livin’ in a wicked world, will it ever get better? [Verse 1]
Insomniac, I lie   wide awake
I’m irate with blind hate, I’m doomed to my   fate
How   much   can I take? The devil’s overstocked
Commit a crime, Instagram the photo
Feds’ll be watchin’ in every borough
Political rhetoric or Jim Crow
Somethin’ wicked this way comin’ below
Pictured by Richard Avedon
Is it Minister Farrakhan?

Screaming Mechanical Brain – The Electronic Grey Lyrics

Children grow and cells divide
A million flowers bloom and die
One second of infinity
Passes under blinking eyes
Run away, cut away, piss away every day
Open wide, look inside, there is nothing to hide
A never ending expanding gap between humanity
And what can be seen
Waste our time and advertise
Perhaps no one will realize
That the personality on screen
Is not but fake and plastic lies
And I’m getting sick and tired
Beat my head against the wall
No one’s listening at all
Voice of reason growing hoarse
Predetermine every course
Add, delete, repeat the game
It all begins to look the same
A thousand friends across the globe
Not one of them knows your name
Run away, cut away, piss away every day
Open wide, look inside, there is nothing to hide
A never ending expanding gap between humanity
And what can be seen
Magnify the smallest things
How much attention will that bring
Water down what matters most
The electronic gray is winning
Beat my head against the wall
No one’s listening at all
Voice of reason growing hoarse
Predetermine every course
This is a warning to step to the back
Gray turns to black
Knowledge explosion brings death to the facts
Useless and flat
This is a warning to step to the back
Gray turns to black
Knowledge explosion brings death
Stabbed in the back as the gray turns to black

Utah Phillips – Stupid’s Song (i Have Led A Good Life) Lyrics

I have lived a good life full of peace and quiet
I shall have an old age full of rum and riot
I have been a good lad, careful and artistic
I shall have an old age coarse and anarchistic
Once I paid my taxes and followed every rule
Banker boss and beauracrat thought my a willing tool
I voted Democratic and paid the Church it’s due
All those swine will have to find some other chump to screw
Of interest, banks and credit, Insurance, tax and rent
Of lawyers, agents, generals and clerics I repent
With fist for corporation and scorn for those elected
I will be an old bum, loved but unrespected

Screaming Mechanical Brain – A Road To Hell Well Traveled Lyrics

The road to hell is so well worn with travel
It’s impossible to defy
Paving the way for a million a day
To blindly step over the line
I know I’ve said this all before
And I am not the only one
I’m sick of screaming into the void
So my time is almost done
And when they pull me into the ground
And another takes my place
To sing the same old pointless song
Not a goddamn thing will change
Nothing is changing
As our memory’s fading
And we go back to when everything was
Simple and not complicated
And had it all figured out
Never had single a-doubt
Nothing is changing
As our memory’s fading
And we go back to when everything was
Simple and not complicated
And had it all figured out
Never had single a-doubt
Hey! Hey! The road to hell is so well worn with travel
It’s impossible to defy
Paving the way for a million a day
To blindly step over the line I never ever thought it’d end this way
These well-laid plans gone down in flame
The best intentions may have damned us all
Dig a grave and lay the blame
The end will never justify the means
The two have seldom intertwined
A lesson to be forgotten
Time after time after time
Nothing is changing
As our memory’s fading
And we go back to when everything was
Simple and not complicated
And had it all figured out
Never had single a-doubt
Nothing is changing
As our memory’s fading
And we go back to when everything was
Simple and not complicated
And had it all figured out
Never had single a-doubt
Hey! Hey!

Wolfheart – Born From Fire Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Coat of arms with crossbones and skulls
Warriors born from fire
Death walks towards you in these   woods
And   turns this forest   into a pyre
[Chorus]
They walk with flames
With   fire wings they fly
Their blaze light the skies
With black light   in   their   eyes
From the void   walked their flames
From   darkness they came
[Verse 2]
Lead them into the wild
Cut their line of supply
Prevent them from reinforcing the lines
Wait for the cold
Let ferocious breeze pierce to their bones
Death walks our trail as we go forth
[Chorus]
They walk with flames
With fire wings they fly
Their blaze light the skies
With black light in their eyes
From the void walked their flames
From darkness they came

So Long Forgotten – Pleasantries Behind Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Be the wind, find me breathing
Lonesome next to myself
Let my past be the mast
I need   to   set my sail
He’s   pissed off, but he’s still on
His   best behavior ’till I’m gone
We got some insignificant words
To replace   with   a   song
[Pre-Chorus]
And I would   kill just to   lose my mind
And you would kill just to have my sight
And we could kill a man so love can find a way
What I’d give just to say, just to say
[Chorus]
“I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich
I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich”
[Bridge]
Help me leave myself
Oh, help me leave myself
Give me words, give them health
Help me leave myself
[Chorus]
“I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich
I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich”
Oh yeah, they are brighter