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Joseph Alter Lyrics (Alphabetical Order):


ALTER EGO

(Hook)
It's Alter, I'ma drop it like it's hot
Still nobody know the name but I'ma rock until it pop
Since I'm fuckin' with the game I'll give her all the love I got
And you know the beat just came because I always hit the spot
(2x)

(Chorus)
It's just me and my alter ego
Look a little closer, see that dark shadow following wherever we go
Yeah the world getting colder, I'm still hopeful for all the people
Someone once told me that the good would conquer all the evil
But now I'm thinking twice
They got me questioning my own reality
Looking in the mirror nowadays I'm older, colder, don't know which me that I see
My alter ego taking over, yeah it's altering my personality
It's just the way it has to be, at last you'll see me break loose from this gravity
Nothing can hold me down, I'll rise until I see the world in all her majesty

(Verse)
Wake up in a foreign bed
No recollection of the night before, my body sore, little drummer in my head
Pounding on that shit, refusing to quit, ain't this a bitch, hungover again
Sense I'm not alone, roll over, why hello
Must be the owner of the home, a true sleeping beauty
Elegant as in the movies, her presence is calm and soothing
An early morning present, she presents an antidote to my current state of mind
Reach for the phone, check the time, quarter past nine, fine
Find my clothes from last night, now it's back to the grind
'Cause girl you fine, a dime for sure, but it's my time to shine, game time, out the door
I got places to go, people to see, things to do
Got a lot to prove to this world and this hangover ain't anything new
So I'ma get under it, get over it, flip the shit and beat the fuck out of it
You the shit well I'm the tits, a bit of an upgrade I'd say
You bluffing stories, I'm just living life my way
Man people making up some crazy shit, so I'm just gonna tell it how it is
Yeah we tend to do dumb shit when we're fucked up 
If you got a problem with it I don't really give a fuck
'Cause we're up late hours doing this stuff
If you ain't up too you probably don't get us
Close the door to the elevator 'cause I'm going up to the top floor
Yeah blowing up like a stack of C-4 
Got my thumb all up on the detonator
You take the steps, I take the escalator
Smooth transition for the ambitious mission of my vicious mind I'm a vicious guy so
Turn the lights low, I'ma burn one up
Welcome to the show, I'ma turn it up
It's Joseph Alter, onward we go
Thanks for listening, this my alter ego

(Hook)

(Chorus)


AMERICAN GRAFFITI

American Graffiti, John Milner: "All night you've been sitting there and you've been so sexy and it's been so hot out here.."

Terry Fields: "Yeah. Let me have.. Okay yeah let me have a Three Musketeers, and a ball point pen, and one of those combs there, a pint of Old Harper, a couple of flash light batteries and some beef jerky."

Let's ride, cruise down the strip, got some booze and a fifth, good tunes in the whip
Let's ride, yeah we going to the the party, you know I'm arriving fashionably tardy
Let's ride, drag racing on paradise road, living life, living right, dawn's first light carry us home
Let's ride like it's '62, wolfman jack on the track, one last night with the crew
Let's ride, I got some places to be, I got some faces to see, I'm getting wasted for free
Let's ride, I'm not your everyday Joe, I got an ace in the hole, I got a place we can go
Let's ride, sippin' on daiquiris, no place I'd rather be, so satisfactory
Let's ride, now they staring when they see me, the music is American graffiti 
(2x)

Debbie Dunham: "I had a pretty good time tonight."
Terry: "Oh come on.."
Debbie: "No, no really, really, I really had a good time. I mean you picked me up and we got some hard stuff and saw a hold-up, and then we went to the canal, and you got your car stolen, and then I got to watch you gettin' sick, and then you got in this really bitchin' fight. I really had a good time."


ANIMAL KINGDOM

Animal Kingdom, Nathan Leckie: "And everything knows its place in the scheme of things. Everything.. everything sits in the order somewhere. Things survive because they're strong, and everything reaches an understanding... You've gotta work out where you fit."

It's an Animal Kingdom and we the winning species / On top killing everything beneath us
But we forgot that we are not immortal to this earth / Now she turning on us, literally, got us headed for the worst
And that's just how it works / See, the lion eat the antelope and the antelope eat the grass
It's the circle of life, it just works like that / 'Cause soon the lion is the grass coming out the antelope's ass
How you can fall from the top so fast / How your position of power can change just like that 
In the snap of a finger, in the blink of an eye / 'Cause time doesn't linger it'll pass you by
So might as well get high and enjoy the good times / And live for the moment, see
That's a major proponent of my atonement / Use the momentum to link the components together
Create something potent appropriately tone it, control it, own it, bemoan it, condone it, whatever you do just don't ignore it
'Cause this the shit that you should be hearing / Yeah this the shit that you should be fearing
And I question our steering 'cause we're heading down the wrong way / Dodging and veering 
Not adhering to the warning signs glaring in our lights / The outcome staring us in the eyes
Mother nature ain't wearing no disguise / Just take a step outside and look to the skies
Or look beneath your feet, look at your own street, look at your city / Man it ain't hard to see
The new animal kingdom of machinery, technology, greedy wall street, corrupt agencies
But most of all earth, sky and seas / Can't forget about earth, sky and seas


So I hit 'em with some other shit / Joseph Alter firing heat from the mothership
I'll lay a beat, spit some rhymes, rip another hit / I'll slay the beast in your mind, it's the wonder kid
But I just want to live free  / I just want to be me
So my music loud, my windows down, my middle finger up to society 
Often question where I fit in this jungle called society / Where do I sit in this world of hypocrisy
Apocalyptic view, it's true, it's all I can see / Turned on the news, another dude on a killing spree
Live free, die hard, fuck that, by far rather die easy / Old with the breeze, just cheesin'
Sittin' on a pile of cheese for my children / God willing, this the image I'm feeling
It's a dark night in a dark world, and the dark sky's getting darker
But I'ma fight it while it turns, I'ma light it so it burns, turn the furnace up way past the sun's surface
Give birth to a new earth in all her glory / Reverse the curse, a glorious earth 
But I can't 'cause I stand just a man / A beast at heart that's all I really am so

Hear this lion roar, yeah this lion here / I'ma lay it down 'til they lie in tears
Ballin' in the pit(Pitt) like Hines Ward on Heinz field / Leaving footprints like dinosaurs on minefields
Puttin' in legwork more than Plaxico / Crew united like 93, come on let's roll
Time's up, the reaper coming, you the next to go / Lucifer came in disguise, an intellectual 
Fighting with the clock, no sweat, I keep it casual / A Titan with the rock, I'm Wycheck with the lateral
I got an appetite for bars, I'm an animal / With a sharper bite than Suarez the cannibal 
Flying over scoping, this the rise of the drones / Wire taps open, got them spies on the phone
Like I'm playing 'Cuse and Boheim I'ma size up the zone / With the king in my sights and my eyes on the throne
(2x)

Leckie: "And everything knows its place in the scheme of things. Everything.. everything sits in the order somewhere. Things survive because they're strong, and everything reaches an understanding...You may think that, because of the circles that you move in or whatever, that you're a strong creature, but you're not, you're one of the weaker ones. That's nothing against you, you're just.. you're just weak because you're young. But you've survived because you've been protected by the strong. But they're not strong anymore, and they're certainly not able to protect you... You've gotta work out where you fit."


The Artist

President John F. Kennedy - Remarks at Amherst College, October 26, 1963: "The artist, however faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sensibility against an intrusive society and an officious state. The great artist is thus a solitary figure. He has, as (Robert) Frost said, a lover's quarrel with the world. In pursuing his perceptions of reality, he must often sail against the currents of his time."

I'm thinking of a thought to start this plot I'm just hypothesizing
Drinking smoking pot call me Sinatra I'm that nice no lying
Lincoln on the spot I'll start a proclamation end dividing
Sinking the last shot I'll beat the clock call me Kobe Bryant
Abstract I'm oh so like Picasso catch my shit in museums
In tact my lines flow like the wind blows until thy kingdom come
Kick that scoring goals C. Ronaldo maestro Messi who's the one
Attack of the clones no please don't pose I don't need a two for one

They can question who I am, question where I'm from
Question where I been, question what I've done
Let 'em question where I'm going, who I will become
They can question it all 'cause this the artist I promise I'm the chosen one
(2x)

John F. Kennedy: "The highest duty of the writer, the composer, the artist is to remain true to himself... In serving his vision of the truth, the artist best serves his nation."

Introducing a free thinker, smoker, big drinker
Achiever of the highest degree, fever
Feeding the fire to light the fight through these speakers
Feeling nice and high, stay fly off that reefer
Believer in the finer things, the people
Steeples, I don't worship 'em, buildings neither
Seeker of wisdom and truth, a new preacher
Teaching a new class, reaching masses
Self proclaimed outcast, no class, living fast
Passing in the fast lane, sniff my gas, kiss my ass as I pass
In a flash, weed on the dash, ash on my pants
Rum in the flask, man I hope I don't crash
People tend to ask why
Quick to reply why not
'Cause at the drop of a hat I'll have a spot at the top sitting on a pot of gold
Bold enough to look back and say I told ya so

Welcome to the show, to my dream, to my nightmare
I'm shooting scenes for the screams, the frights and scares
Kings and Queens, holding a double date of high pairs
Light up the green, turn on the screen, I've got some time to spare 
We watching good movies, sippin' on some good wine
Bitch, I'm feeling good, feeling nice, feeling fine
Some shots for the road, cheers to tonight
Let the driver know I got a couple blunts for the ride
Living life fast, but oh so relaxed
Haven't always been like that, let's fall back, let's relapse
rewind to a moment in the past, reenact
how I'd react to a setback, I'd detract, I'd step back
But now I'm all out attack on this whole world 
Beast mode on the beauty, taking over like Voldemort
But I'ma come out on top, you'll see the roles turn  
Apocalypse now, I want a good view as the world burns 

(Outro)
This the artist, motherfuckers this the artist
I'm the hardest out there, furthest out there, sparring with the stars, this the artist

John F. Kennedy: "If sometimes our great artists have been the most critical of our society, it is because their sensitivity and their concern for justice, which must motivate any true artist, makes him aware that our Nation falls short of its highest potential. I see little of more importance to the future of our country and our civilization than full recognition of the place of the artist. If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him. We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth."


BLACK SWAN

Black Swan, Thomas Leroy: "Perfection is not just about control. It's also about letting go. Surprise yourself so you can surprise the audience. Transcendence. Very few have it in them."

(Chorus)
Striving for perfection / Never knowing satisfaction
Everlasting love / You looking at the main attraction
Every fool grows up dreaming of these chances
Playing on the big stage / Lights, camera, action
The crowd, the buzz, the hype, the fashion
The game, the love, the fight, the passion
The sweat, the blood, it's time to cash in 
You now looking at the champion 

(Verse 1)
It's time to go / It's time to roll
The bass is up / The lights are low
I'ma lace em up / I'ma grind the floor
I'ma find a hoe / A dime for sure
The place erupts / The rhymes are cold
I stay fucked up / Some shine and Coke
A case of Bud / Some wine and smokes
Let's rise and toast to tonight's host
This a love supreme / Coltrane
Coming with the heat / Cobain
Blowing up beats / Propane
Code name 'Lo Mein' / The chinky-eyed stoned-age 
What's a goon to a goonie / What's a toon to a looney
A red devil rolling like wayne rooney
A jacuzzi full of beauties shooting off like uzis / Lucifer don't fool me

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Don't want to jeopardize her / A future enterpriser
Mesmerize the wise / Exercise the mind, my mechanizer
But see how red his eyes are / Can't pass a breathalyzer
Exorcise the lies / Recognize the times, I'm a high riser
So I'ma rise and fire, wake and bake, and write some fire
Fuck a nine to five I'm grinding 'round the clock, often all nighters
Realize the prize / Revise, resize, an improviser
Philosophize / Defy the times, a time flyer
Old faithful / I'm erupting like a geyser
These old geezers none the wiser to the teasers and the liars
Cold Angels / Now you fucking with them ice girls
The cold sleazers, I'd advise ya not to roll the dice and try her
So I fly, get higher / Still I desire
My heart's on fire / My words inspired 
By this angel / This beauty of my dreams
Perfection's never what it seems

(Verse 1)


CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

Catch Me If You Can, Frank Abagnale Sr.: "Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse."

(Verse 1)
Freaky Squeaky back on the track with a new joint
Relaxed attack, my tactics always on point
Like M.J., the original king
Dikembe finger waggin' to all the wannabes 
Good company, that's what I like to keep
Got a tight crew, family too, that's all I really need
The things that matter most are the people we keep close
So no matter what coast I'm on I toast to those who chose
To always have my back, always have theirs
From the start 'til the end, that's the way my life works
Gotta keep a few close, gotta keep a few far
The rest in between, that's just how you do it y'all
Now I'm banging from the heights, aiming from afar
Shooting up the moon, blowing up the stars
Intergalactic warfare on these bars
Victory dance, moonwalking on Mars

I got big dreams, I got high hopes
A realistic point of view, a steady approach
I taught myself this game, I'm my own coach
And now I'm getting my PT so I'ma fuckin' boast
First a toast to my friends, to my family
Until the end, they inspire me
Support my dreams, support my schemes
So I'ma spread my wings and show 'em what it brings
Pedal to the metal I just drank a twelve of Stella
On that purp like Donatello, dodging rat traps like I'm Shreddar
Got a blunt, no J, just a Varsity letter
Plotting on the fame, dames, private planes, all the cheddar
Flying over them lames, the propellers on my back
In tact, slick rap every time I'm on the track
Rack 'em Rackish to the rack, that's racks on racks on racks
So I'm stacking up the cash, then I'm back to tap that ass  

All About Eve, Lloyd Richards: "There are very few moments in life as good as this. Let's remember it. To each of us and all of us, never have we been more close, may we never be farther apart."

(Chorus)
Yeah catch me if you can / Catch me in a land
Far Far away / Another nowhere man
But I'll always raise my glass / To family
To friends that last / Last girl to you and me

(Verse 2)
They all like go ninja go ninja go
I'm high off that indigo
This live from 570
Yeah I ride for my city bro 
I said go ninja go ninja go 
My language is Willipo
This game's what I'm in it for
Yeah I bang so I'm in this hoe
Shit I'm back in my hometown, roll one up
Shots yeah they go round, pour 'em up
Bombs to the dome now, blow 'em up
If you ready to throw down, throw 'em up
If you back in your hometown, roll one up
Shots yeah they go round, pour 'em up
Bombs to the dome now, blow 'em up
If you ready to throw down, throw 'em up

It's a beautiful day in central PA
I find a country road to take me away 
It's a 55, I'm going 58
I'm never in a rush, I got time to waste
So a light one up and cruise
Just me, the road, and my tunes
Got no place to be, yeah today I'm free
So the destination I'll choose
When I feel like, if I feel like
Might just roll round 'til midnight
Then I'll hit the bars higher than mars
Yeah I'll find a broad and we'll fly abroad
Catch me if you can you can catch me in a land
Far far away with a sexy chick in hand
Not a devil of a man just got a hella type of plan
I'm nine killers to these cats, I'm a lion to these lambs

(Chorus)


CATCH ME IF YOU CAN (TMNT MIX)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV Series), Shredder: "I must congratulate you."

Rocksteady/Bebop: "We got us a Turtle! We us got a Turtle!"
Michaelangelo: "Put a Sock in it will you! You're giving me a mondo migraine!"
Bebop: "You put a sock in it!"

Shredder: "I am your master. You will bow to my superior will. Don't deny your destiny. Join Me"

(Hook)
Go ninja go ninja go
High off that indigo
This live from 570 
I ride for my city bro 
Go ninja go ninja go 
My language is Willipo
This game's what I'm in it for
I bang so I'm in this hoe

(Verse 1)
Freaky Squeaky back on the track with a new joint
Relaxed attack, my tactics always on point
Like M.J., the original king
Dikembe finger waggin' to all the wannabes 
Good company, that's what I like to keep
Got a tight crew, family too, that's all I really need
The things that matter most are the people we keep close
So no matter what coast I'm on I toast to those who chose
To always have my back, always have theirs
From the start 'til the end, that's the way my life works
Gotta keep a few close, gotta keep a few far
The rest in between, that's just how you do it y'all
So I'm banging from the heights, aiming from afar
Shooting up the moon, blowing up the stars
Intergalactic warfare on these bars
Victory dance, moonwalking on Mars

(Chorus)
I'm doing what I love, I'm loving what I do
If you can't understand that then you a fucking fool
I'm just living my life, just fulfilling my dreams
Now raise your glass, here's a toast to chasing destiny
(2x)

(Verse 2)
I'm back in my hometown, roll one up
Shots yeah they go round, pour 'em up
Bombs to the dome now, blow 'em up
If you ready to throw down, throw 'em up
(2x)
I got big dreams, I got high hopes
A realistic point of view, a steady approach
I taught myself this game, I'm my own coach
And now I'm getting my PT so I'ma fuckin' boast
First a toast to my friends, to my family
Until the end, they inspire me
Support my dreams, support my schemes
So I'ma spread my wings and show 'em what it brings
Pedal to the metal I just drank a twelve of Stella
On that purp like Donatello, dodging rat traps like I'm Shreddar
Got a blunt, no J, just a Varsity letter
Plotting on the fame, dames, private planes, all the cheddar
Flying over them lames, the propellers on my back
In tact, slick rap every time I'm on the track
Rack 'em Rackish to the rack, that's racks on racks on racks
So I'm stacking up the cash, then I'm back to tap that ass  

(Chorus)

Shredder: "Who are these Neutrinos?"
Krang: "A gang of juvenile delinquents from Dimension X. They're a threat to everything we stand for."
General Traag: "They hate war."
Rock Soldier: "They refuse to join any armies."
Krang: "And what's worse, they encourage people to have fun."

(Hook)


THE CHAMPIONS

(Verse 1)
It goes one for the money, two for the show
Three for the haters and four for the hoes
Man I give 'em a little, they just ask for some
So I throw 'em a skittle, tell 'em taste the rainbow
I ain't using a fiddle, still got 'em tapping toes
'Cause I'm playing this diddle like I know how it goes
Something like Thrilla in Manilla I be eating them blows
At the end I'm in the middle with arms raised above yours
I'm a champ motherfucker you ain't bringing me down
Flying so high I'm like a mile off the ground
Swimming through the sky you'd think I just smoked a pound 
But I'm just loving this life, just chilling in the clouds
Shit, and you know I do it right
Live by the day, love by the night
Fuck what the critics say, pull a Bobby Knight
Love for my USA, American pride fools
Now the crowd asking for some action
So I hit 'em with my passion
See the glory's everlasting
This for the winners, for the champions

(Verse 2)
The heat is on, the cameras and lights
I'm all real, there's no need for hype 
Victory dance it's in my sights
'Cause I'ma score not once or twice
But thrice or more, going for four
Got a repertoire I got to perform
And a jersey that's soon to be worn
Across the land, around the world
This the quiet before the storm
This the silence before the horn
This your highness before he's born
This your flyness before he soars
I'm on that Willie Mays/Elway, three sixty-five
I'm Philly in L.A. hitting three sixty-five
I'm Wade to LBJ, that's three to six in five
Chasing MJ, we all here for the ride
I got Gretzky problems, but a bitch ain't one
Boticelli on 'em with the brush stroke son 
John Daly bombin' with the hole-in-one
John Daly bombin', Winston-Salem

(Verse 3)
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
It's J.Rack back, talking smack, about to catch a case
But this the place to be, it's all thanks to me
So when they raise the fee, I'll scream fuck 'em
Striving for perfection, never knowing satisfaction
Everlasting love, you looking at the main attraction
Every fool grows up dreaming of these chances
Playing on the big stage, lights, camera, action
The crowd, the buzz, the hype, the fashion
The game, the love, the fight, the passion
The sweat, the blood, it's time to cash in 
This for the winners, for the champions 


CHILLIN' AT THE COUNTRY CLUB

(Chorus)
I'm chillin' at the country club
With some members, brews and a few buds
Yeah them country tunes got me turned up
I'm just half baked doing what I love
(2x)

(Verse 1)
Half baked baking cake, breaking bank
Eyes sank off the dank, always on a break, grilling steaks
Grab a plate, maybe a milkshake
Shake it up, earthquake, bake it up, earth cake
Earth day every day, living life my way
No wife this age, not ready so I stay
Single, mingling, looking for that tingling sensation
Every day's a fucking vacation , love this lovely nation
Yeah I'm just saying, got your girl on her knees but she ain't praying
Just playing, she preying on my meat, she a predator
That's what I call a metaphor, Now I'm peddaling
For a new bitch, back on the dance floor looking for a new chick
Found a girl, take her for a swirl, bring her to the whirlpool
Cool off before we heat it up

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
It goes one for the money, two for the show
Three for the haters and four for the hoes
Man I give 'em a little, they just ask for some
So I throw 'em a skittle, tell 'em taste the rainbow
I ain't using a fiddle, still got 'em tapping toes
'Cause I'm playing this diddle like I know how it goes
Something like Thrilla in Manilla I be eating them blows
At the end I'm in the middle with arms raised above yours
I'm a champ motherfucker you ain't bringing me down
Flying so high I'm like a mile off the ground
Swimming through the sky you'd think I just smoked a pound 
But I'm just loving this life, just chilling in the clouds
Shit, and you know I do it right
Live by the day, love by the night
Fuck what the critics say, pull a Bobby Knight
Love for my USA, American pride fools
Got that American pride
This ain't American Pie, 'cause this ain't the day I die
Just an American guy, living the American life
On an American high, call it American Airlines
Fuck Canada it's now American Dry
Fuck the French they're now American Fries
Infiltrating airwaves like an American spy
And I'm back on stage, the next American idol
Half baked baking cake, breaking bank
Eyes sank off the dank, always on a break, grilling steaks
Grab a plate, maybe a milkshake
Shake it up, earthquake, bake it up, earth cake
Earth day every day, living life my way
No wife this age, not ready so I stay
Single, mingling, looking for that tingling sensation
Fuck it I'm out


DIE HARD

Die Hard, Hans Gruber: "I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, cooperative."

John McClane: "Welcome to the party, pal!"

John: "Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs."

Hans: "Who are you then?"
John: "Just a fly in the ointment Hans, a monkey in the wrench, a pain in the ass."
Hans: "You have me at a loss. You know my name but who are you? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child? Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's John Wayne? Rambo? Marshal Dillon?"
 
(Verse 1)
I'm here to save the day / A cowboy like John Wayne
A pain in the ass and an asshole all the same
I'm here to take some names / Send the building up in flames
My name, well since you asked, I go by  John McClane
40 stories high / Christmas Eve in L.A.
Let's get the party started with some greed and champagne
When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain
He wept for there were no more worlds to conquer / Nothing left to gain  
Scaling the building straight to the top floor
10-4 at Nakatomi / This shit nothing like you've seen before
I'm blowing shit up / I'm taking all control
This building's gonna need a paint job and a shit load of screen doors 
I repeat, terrorists have seized Nakatomi Plaza
Motivated by greed / We got some hostage holding drama
Hold on to your seats / In for a locked and loaded saga   
All on Christmas eve / Makes for a taut explosive opera

Yippee-ki-yay ya motherfuckers
Yippee-ki-yay ya motherfuckers
It's John McClane and I'm blowing shit up
It's John McClane and I'm blowing shit up
(2x)

Hans: "We do not alter the plan."
Karl: "And if he alters it?"

(Verse 2)
Now I have a machine gun / Ho ho ho
And I'm taking back the building floor by floor
So what they always hating on the po po for 
Geronimo motherfucker / Taste your own C4
Dressed in a nice suit end up dead like Takagi
John Phillips tasting blood / Ain't we all a bit too cocky
Fuck them accents and cowards / Pump the action and loud noise
Fuck it bring on the bad boys / I'm the "King of the Cowboys"  
More partial to Roy rogers / Like those sequined shirts for starters
Man I sure ain't here to barter / Acting something like a martyr
I'm a baller and shot caller / A shit talker walk the walker
Somebody please call a doctor 'cause I must be off my rocker
Yeah I'm running from the chopper and I'm hopping off the top of
The building / Into the dark abyss 
It's a good thing that these terrorists tend to miss 
When they sprawling their bullets I be calling their bullshit like

Yip yippee-ki-yay ya motherfuckers
Yip yippee-ki-yay ya motherfuckers
It's John McClane and I'm blowing shit up
It's John McClane and I'm blowing shit up
(2x)


F.T.M.

(Chorus)
Snap back to reality 
I'm on that Cali tree, I'm on that Cali tree
But forever reppin' 570 
Here to let 'em know this for my city bro
(2x)

They say talk is cheap, I guess that's why I'm broke
Can't afford to speak when they got you by the throat
But see I hold the key, man I can't ever choke
'Cause if they take my voice I'll just unlock the notes
On some tipsy shit I just hit another fifth
On some nipsy shit I like a bitch that likes a bitch
On some trippy shit I just ripped another spilff
On some hippy shit, looking out for Cartman and his clique

(Verse 1)
Yeah my bud's in from San Diego
And I'm sippin' on that Crown and mango
Kid Chameleon runnin' town like Rango
Sly fox unchained taking 'em down like Django
Man what you even really wear a chain for?
You busy changing your appearance, shit I'm changing up the words
It's the music, that's what I came for
so I'm asking for your patience while I'm changing up the world
When you say fuck the money that's when the money comes
Well I've said it three times and now the devil's rung
So I'm stuck slaying on the snake girl sucking on the serpent's tounge
Like david killed goliath, a stone was slung
In a glass house, watch it crash down
One last shout, as the cash drown
Hooligan running out of chips but I'ma stand ground
I'll go down with this ship before I cash out

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Birds in the sky, the camera never lies
Better recognize I'm rolling with them devil eyes
Spit a few lines, leave 'em all mesmerized 
Cooking up a few beats, let them boys tenderize
Oh you cool? Whipping in that limited
Like it's '94, I'll bash your windows in
Mulholland Man, on some Jack Nicholson
Swinging that two iron like I'm Phil Mickelson
Pass the rock, you know I'll kick it in
With these lyrics, I'll shoot I'll score, I'll kill ya man
I'll can the jam, I'll kick the can, I'm still the Pan
Alley the oop, there goes the whoop, amen to that
Back to my younger days, back to my younger ways
All out, new school attack this the Hunger Games
Ball out, no holding back I'm on my LeBron James
Cruising like Trickle on the track, these the thunder days

(Chorus)


FALL

Batman Begins, Alfred Pennyworth: "Why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up?"

(Verse 1)
Searching for the better part of me, yeah pardon me
It's often hard to see, so I'm sparking tree
High quality, fuck your policies
I'm speaking honestly, no apologies
On top of the world, another white night
The midnight sun in the distance glows bright
A beautiful moment, a surreal sight
The screams below bring me back to real life
I can't stand to fly, but it's time to take flight
This world needs a hero I'll be her dark knight
Where darkness lies I'll awake the light
Where evil hides that's where I'll take the fight
Everyone looking 'round for a savior
Asking god for a favor
No response still they faithful
Shit, maybe he'll show a sign later so you

(Chorus)
Fall, fall on your knees
Look up to the sky, ask your god for peace
ask him for love for all hatred to cease
ask for the pain and suffering to cease
ask for a friend, in these cold dark streets

(Verse 2)
Watch this dark knight rise, I'ma rise for the people
I'ma rise through the lies, I'ma rise through the evil
Yeah fall on your knees and align with the steeples
Like dope to these fiends, a line or a needle
Getting high off the lord, getting high off the word
Brainwashed, man lost when he signed with the sword
Hear them angels sing, hear them church bells ring
Hear them pastors preach, them professors teach 
Everybody know it all
In this fucked up world everybody know it all
So I'm on my own mission , fuck if I'm listening
Fuck your schools, your rules, all your religions
What's a sinner to a saint
Heaven to hell if they're both full of hate
What's a man to a god
You keep falling on your knees but this world's all we got

(Chorus)


FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS

Friday Night Lights, Ivory Christian: "What's wrong with y'all? Y'all are playin' like some little girls! Y'all act like you never played football before! These guys are nothin'! They bleed just like we do. They sweat just like we do. They went through two-a-days. We went through two-a-days in 110 degree heat! I want you to hit everything that move! If the ref gets in your way, you hit him! 'Cause they're cheatin' us too! They're against us too. This is our team. This is us! Let's go right now! Let's get it off now and let's go!

I'm back up in this bitch, I know she loving it 
Beast mode like Marshawn Lynch, Darren Sharper hold my dick
Thought I'd fold up quick, thought I'd call it quits, you better hide your wives, better hide your kids
'Cause I'm laying hits, I'm slaying chicks, I'm stacking bricks, back up in the business of 
Winning, winning, that's why I'm grinning, grinning
I ain't a saint so I stay sinning, celebrating how I'm living
This the winner's circle, yeah this the winner's circle

It's Friday night, I'm feeling right
Fooling all my foes, I don't fear the fight
Schooling all these bros, dueling all these Joes
Tooling all these hoes drooling on my pipe
The heat is on, cameras and lights
I'm all real, no need for hype 
Victory dance is in my sights
'Cause I'ma score not once or twice
But thrice or more, going for four
Got a repertoire got to perform
And a jersey that's soon to be worn
Across the land, around the world
This the quiet before the storm
This the silence before the horn
This your highness before he's born
Yeah this your flyness before he soars

On that Willie Mays/Elway, three sixty-five
Philly in L.A. hitting three sixty-five
Wade to LBJ, that's three to six in five
Chasing MJ, we all here for the ride
I got Gretzky problems, but a bitch ain't one
Boticelli on 'em with the brush stroke son 
John Daly bombin' with the hole-in-one
John Daly bombin', Winston-Salem
Here to win this thing, here to win them rings
Ain't about the bling, but I'm 'bout to bring
Heat you've never seen, bleeding kerosene 
Weather unforeseen, check the radar screen
In the business of winning, fuck losing
Like Boobie Miles I'ma smile while I do it
Love this game, I'ma cry if I lose it
But I'll never let 'em see me lose my pride if I do, shit

I'm winning
I'm always winning
Even when they think I'm losing
Fuck it I'm winning
This the winner's circle, no urkels
I run the track I'm jumping hurdles
Underground like ninja turtles
Talking smack and I'ma hurt ya
Please approach the alter 
The name is Joseph Alter, I run this shit like Walter 
Payton, I'm a Giant like Manning
MVP for the taking, come on who are you taking
I think I'm taking Peyton
'Cause the Broncos cruising like O.J.'s driving
World Peace is boozing, halftime amusement
The whole world's losing, got more problems than Houston
So I stay moving, grooving, proving I'm doing what I'm doing... 


GET UP AND FIGHT

(Chorus)
Get up and fight / Tonight's the night
Today the sun showed me the light
She opened my eyes to all that's right
So get up and fight / Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
(2x)

(Verse 1)
I'm thinking of a thought to start this plot I'm just hypothesizing
Drinking smoking pot call me Sinatra I'm that nice no lying
Lincoln on the spot I'll start a proclamation end dividing
Sinking the last shot I'll beat the clock call me Kobe Bryant
Abstract I'm oh so like Picasso catch my shit in museums
In tact my lines flow like the wind blows until thy kingdom come
Kick that scoring goals C. Ronaldo maestro Messi who's the one
Attack of the clones no please don't pose I don't need a two for one

I'm bringing heat, spitting fire, melting beats, dragon style
Cleaning sheets, start the dryer, got these freaks wet and wild
Keep on blazing, stay star gazing, phrasing truths to raising questions
Laziness ain't my direction, craziness I'm resurrecting
Hazing this must be a freshman, praising it call me the reverend
Call me the reverend? I don't know but I got many blessings
Blessed with the best yeah I'm better than the rest
So if the demons out tonight, you know I'm up for the fight

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm saying get up, don't let up, I'm fed up with ya'll
My head up, I step up, I set up and ball
I'm ahead of the game, but I'm dreading the fame
Fuck it, don't want it, it beckons, it calls
I've seen fame rise up and I do reckon it falls
Since Sir Isaac Newton, when he was erecting earth's laws
Of motion and gravity, walls and wrecking balls 
Standing on the shoulders of giants he saw

So I'm up and away playing pool with the planets
I do my own stunts, no stand-ins
Managing my own moves, no handling
Now I'm kicking it to another galaxy, call me Landon
I need a good girl, so be my Jasmine
A magic carpet ride, I'll be Aladdin
First man flying, last man standing
You bringing them pistols, I'ma bring the fucking cannons

(Chorus)


GOOD WILL HUNTING

Good Will Hunting, Sean Maguire: "I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid."

Cocky, opposite of Rocky
Talk that talk like Ali, man you don't wanna box me
Walk the walk like Pacquiao so don't try to stop me
You may weather(Mayweather) the storm, reigning like Joe Calzaghe
Hardly, man these judges here to fuckin' rob me
Split decision my ass, rematch, you know it will be costly
I'm dropping bombs like this Nagasaki, sake sake sake bomb
Shots and beers ice cold as hockey 

I had a dream to change the world
But fear held me back, afraid I'd change it for the worse
Came up with a scheme to spread the word
Inspire a young mind that one day might hold the torch 
I'm just a regular dude, a regular guy
Drinking with the crew acting a fool it's cool the Dude abides
But I got this secret buried deep inside
That trumps 'em all, Roll Of Thunder, Hear My Cry

Just a man with a harmonica, blasting Jay Electronica
Sippin' gin and tonic with a fine ass chick named Monica
The mood turning erotic and she on it like a Yarmulke
Supersonic boom, I bring the thunder like Serge Ibaka
Makin' love but ain't no love, no Archie and Veronica 
Hogging head plus ripping g's, hedgehog, that makes me Sonic bra
Colder than Antarctica, know it all, Britannica 
Sick with every verse, suffering from hypochondria

I'll pose a question, compose a message, propose a suggestion
Profess a lesson, progressing to a profession every session 
I'm catching Heaven's blessing, off to Hell's reception
For the declaration of a new direction 
With the devil directing , did I fail to mention
In possession of a weapon to gain your attention   
Incept my conceptions, conceptualize the deeper message  
Question your perception of traditional perspectives

Sean: "Do you know what occurred to me?"
Will Hunting: "No."
Sean: "You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea of what you're talkin' about."
Will: "Why thank you."
Sean: "It's all right."


THE GRAPES OF WRATH

The Grapes of Wrath, Company Agent: "They told me to tell you to get off, and that's what I'm tellin' ya."
Muley Graves: "You mean get off of my own land?"
Agent: "Now don't go to blamin' me! It ain't my fault."
Muley's son: "Who's fault is it?"
Agent: "You know who owns the land. The Shawnee Land and Cattle Company."
Muley: "And who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company?"
Agent: "It ain't nobody. It's a company."
Muley's son: "They got a President, ain't they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun's for, ain't they?"
Agent: "Oh son, it ain't his fault, because the bank tells him what to do."
Muley's son: "All right, where's the bank?"
Agent: "Tulsa. What's the use of pickin' on him? He ain't nothin' but the manager. And he's half-crazy hisself tryin' to keep up with his orders from the East."
Muley: "Then who do we shoot?"
Agent: "Brother, I don't know."

Tom Joad: "Wherever there's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready. And when the people are eating the stuff they raise, and living in the houses they build, I'll be there, too."

(Verse 1)
In the lies of the Lord there's a holy path
But in the eyes of the hungry there's a growing wrath 
Some waiting, praying for a second coming
Me, I'm preparing for the bloodbath
The rebellion upon us, beyond us
It lost us, we don't know who to blame so we all clash 
Apocalypse now, bring on the aftermath
I'ma tear it up, road warrior like Mad Max

In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling
Growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage
In the cold of the streets the blood of Christ is spilling
And there's plenty, yeah there's plenty, drinking up like Christians
I don't mean to get all religious
But that's half the reason everyone spilling blood and killing
Sometimes I feel like a midget 
Looking up to the ceilings of how the high and mighty living

The American President, President Andrew Shepherd: "America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've gotta want it bad, 'cause it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, 'You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours.' You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then, you can stand up and sing about the land of the free."

(Verse 2)
America the great in debt sixteen trillion
What type of example that set for our children
Bully on the block, we the villain
They steppin' on our playground, kill 'em 
Put our footprint on every village in the world
Pillage for the pearls, yeah we drilling through the earth
The oil, the sand, the blood all align 
Soil the land, but we can't bury all the lies

Take the money, don't ever give it back
They talking smack, pistol whip 'em with the gat
Let 'em know where they're at on the totem pole
We run this land motherfuckers, we'll go to war
Take over your territory, fuck up your whole decor
Dirty Harry on 'em with the forty-four
What's more hardcore 
Monster America knocking on your front door
Better not open up, don't open up that door

Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, Jefferson Smith: "There's no place out there for graft, or greed, or lies, or compromise with human liberties. And if that's what the grownups have done with this world that was given to them, then we'd better get those boys' camps started fast and see what the kids can do. And it's not too late, because this country is bigger than the Taylors, or you, or me, or anything else. Great principles don't get lost once they come to light. They're right here. You just have to see them again."

The Candidate, Bill McKay: "And on election day.. and on election day we won't run away. Vote once. Vote twice.."

(Verse 3)
I don't vote, I won't vote
I'm looking at the process and I'm laughing at the joke
Running circles in this rat race every four years   
While our nation rots, decays and goes broke
I see the way we plant our political seeds
The reaping yields the puppets running our political machine
Producing a portrait of what America thinks they need
To run a country that's already run by greed

Like dogs fetching and catching's the way I see an election
These candidates can lick my erection 
Before they get a second of my attention with their empty pledging
Astronomical spending, arrest them for their hypocritical message
I'll send 'em a plan, lend 'em a hand
Forever a kid but wise as an old man
The plan I'm setting forth, set a never-seen course
Traveling the universe and bringing back a cure for earth

The Ballot or the Bullet (Speech in Cleveland, OH April 3,1964), Malcolm X: "I don't see any American dream; I see an American nightmare."


HALF BAKED (CHILLIN' AT THE CC)

See "Chillin' At The Country Club" Lyrics

Half Baked, Thurgood Jenkins: "Hi. I'm here today because I'm addicted.. to marijuana."
Rehab patient: "You in here for some marijuana? Marijuana?! Man, this is some bullshit!"
Bob Saget/Cocaine addict: "Marijuana is not a drug. I used to suck dick for coke."
Rehab patient: "I seen him!"
Bob Saget/Cocaine addict: "Now that's an addiction, man. You ever suck some dick for marijuana?"
Rehab patient: "Huh?"
Thurgood: "No, no I can't say I have."
Bob Saget/Cocaine addict: "I didn't think so."
Rehab patient: "Boo this man!"


HATE (LA HAINE)

Taxi Driver, Travis Bickle: “Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

(Verse 1: Vinz)
Drooling in his sleep, ain’t much time left
The minutes counting down to the moment of his death
He's tired of feeling angry, tired of feeling this stress
Tired of feeling so alone and powerless
He's lost in this world, stuck in this place
Seething with hate, exploding with rage
A ticking time bomb just waiting to blow up
Let the hatred permeate and watch the violence erupt
Moment of silence for the fallen, prayer of peace for the innocent
All others must pay for their corrupt ways and their ignorance
He swear's if Abdel dies he'll kill a pig cop
An eye for an eye until this shit stops
But he don't really have it in him, ain’t no fuckin’ killer
Learned it too late though, now he won’t be home for dinner
Will he make it up to heaven? Man I pray
'Cause we've been living through hell, so I say

(Chorus)
Goodbye
To a friend, to another young life, to another young man, so I say
(2x)

Boyz N The Hood, Doughboy: “I started thinking man. Either they don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about what’s going on in the hood.”

Taxi Driver, Travis Bickle: “You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Well I’m the only one here.”

(Verse 2: Hubert)
He'll slug you hard, send your ass into orbit
So far so good but we're falling faster than a bullet
Treated like animals, this ain't fuckin' Thoiry
All these escalator riders got him worried
He's sick of the projects, gotta get out
But making little progress, they just burned his gym down
So fuck your logic, kids are punching more than bags now
Looks like hate's no object, there's plenty to go around  
Does God Believe in us? Fuck man, I don't know
Looking at Grunwalski, just left him there froze
Time don't wait for no man, the train comes and it goes
If hate breeds hate, ain't the devil in control?
Now Hubert's standing here with his finger on the trigger
Be the bigger man? Na, fuck that, he's a killer 
so he squeezed, with the power of God's hand 
Time's up, the fall's over, this must be how we land

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Said)
They say the world is yours, fuck that the world is ours
I mean really it's there's, 'cause they holding the cards
Yeah they playing their hand, and they playing it well 
Man they trumping the hell out the hand I was dealt
I feel like an ant lost in intergalactic space
Enter the tragic phase, the end to a tragic day
A message so negative, hate the antagonist
Love has no place in this, it's true so yo play this shit
Sometimes I feel so fucking small
So I'm shouting from the rooftops, fuck 'em all
If we can't learn to fly then we fucking fall
This for Abdel, Hubert, Vinz.., fuck the law
If we can't get along we build a fucking wall
If we got some open space we build a fucking mall 
Wake up today, society's standing tall
Wake up tomorrow, watch it all fucking fall

(Chorus)


HI-C AND SEX

You can be the rock to my roll, I'll be the hip to your hop
You can be the heart to my soul, I'll be the tick to your tock
You can be be the six to my nine with your lips on my cock
Your other lips on my mind as I kiss on your box
I can be the dick to your ride, just let it slip in on top
It'll be some sex so divine, grinding those hips, girl don't stop
And when the action is too much, when we need to quench our thirst
I got some Flashin' Fruit Punch and some Orange Lavaburst

I'm talkin' Hi-C and sex might be the best
Change up the flavor, gotta keep it fresh 
Them ass and tittes, dime piece no less
I can't contain my eagerness 
So pour a cup, man hit the blunt
Grab your girl, yeah it's time to fuck
Let's contemplate if it's better sober
Think it through while you bend her over 

I'm sure as hell no Casanova
But I'll mac it from here to Macedonia
In the ship with my chick, yeah we blasting over
On the moon getting chewed in the NASA rover
With the 1,2 super kick, that's classic Kobra
3 or 4 super spliffs from California
Down south in her V, call it Patagonia
With the Hand of God, I'm going Maradona

Sippin' on Hi-C and having sex
Sippin' on Hi-C and having sex
(2x)

(Rinse, Repeat)


HIP-HOP+ROLL

The Devil's Rejects, Sheriff John Wydell: "What'd you say about the King?"

(Hook)
Hip hop and roll
It's hip hop and roll

(Verse)
It's hip-hop and roll, stop, drop the flow
Now drop it low 'cause we got the floor
I'ma rock the show, let these rockers know
I ain't here to make sense, I'm illogical
Zip-Lock of gold, unlocked and rolled
The fashion's old, the flavor bold
We all selling out or we're already sold
Then we heading to the bank to watch the cash unfold

With these money making melodies
Funny ain't no felonies
But still we all fucked federally
'Cause leaders lost integrity
It's treacherous this treachery
I track it to the treasury
A travesty, don't tread on me 
I'm treading water steadily

Steadily pedaling under the surface
But on top I'm calm, cool, collected, girl you know I'm worth it
In this open water they call me Joseph Alter
Tell these telemarketers I'm a colder caller
Hold the phone, cold call the doctor 
It's hip-hop and roll, man fuck the rockers
I'ma rock the show, I'ma pop some bottles
I'ma live today like there's no tomorrow

In this distopia I'm Dredd in the Peach Trees
Going in, my head between each knee
Kill 'em softly, kiss 'em so sweetly
Then I'm gone like veni, vidi, vici
I came, I saw, I conquered
She came, I raw dog proper
That banging body artwork
Singing la de da de da da

(Hook)

(Rapper's Delight)

Sheriff John Wydell: "Son, if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aron Presley in my presence again, I will kick the living shit out of you!"


HOOK

Hook, Peter Banning/Peter Pan: "Who's in charge here? No, no Mr. skunk head with too much moose. You are just a punk kid. I want to speak to a grown up!"
Rufio: "All grown ups are pirates!"
Peter: "Excuse me?"
Rufio: "We kill pirates."
Peter: "I'm not a pirate."

Rufio: "You are the Pan. You can fly, you can fight, you can…"

(Hook)
So I hit 'em with a hook, shit
Yeah I hit 'em with a hook 

(Chorus)
I'm a grown ass kid, I ain't ever growing up
Yeah I'm flying, and I'm fighting, and I'm crowing like..
On some grown man shit I stay sticking to my guns
Yeah I'm riding, and I'm dying, and I'm rolling like..
Look up, what's up, just me flying by
It's Pan in the skies, forever young on my mind
On the other side of Neverland, where the pirates never been
Where the lost boys roam with the freedom of true children

And I ain't ever growing up, shit
No I ain't ever growing up

Forever young, forever brilliant 
Forever rich on life like I'm rolling in the millions
Forever dreaming but I'll turn my dreams to realness
Militant and diligent, forever gonna kill this 
Forever beautiful, forever innocent
Forever lost in a simpler time of blissfulness
Forever in that place between sleeping and awake
Forever loving life, forever everyday 

(Verse 1)
Saturday morning, another hangover
Making me wish I spent yesterday sober
My flight’s delayed, a couple layovers
All the while scheming on yachts and Range Rovers
Dreams of wealth and fame, like what you say Oprah
Mariano Rivera, I’m here to gain closure
Bottom of the ninth, I’m the game’s closer
Throwing nine strikes, game over

Better check the levees 'cause the rain's coming
Them angel wings look heavy so I stay running
From the light to the shadow, it's a fight, it's a battle
This life, all that matters, all I know, it's what I'm after
Success and happiness 
The only goals I've ever had so I'm getting after it 
Anyway I can, I'll disappear and reappear again
I am the Pan, bangarang, here I am

(Hook)

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Far from perfect, further from average
Maverick like Pete Mitchell, a top gun with a bad bitch 
Got more will than the fuckin' Duke of Cambridge
My two favorite habits, that's winning and smoking cabbage 
Cinderella story but this ain't March Madness
April fool's either, it's mayhem on the canvas
This picture that I'm painting ain't for the laughers
Crafty wordsmith, hang my jersey in the rafters

Trying to get that green like it's Sunday at The Masters
But I'd rather be a slacker than climb a corporate ladder
So fuck the latter but my pockets ain't getting fatter
Sittin' on the couch being a slouch, a nine to five ain't the answer
So I'm taking matters 
Into my own hands, demanding attention 
For who I am and who I can be

(Hook) 

(Chorus)

The Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark: "I just don't want them to change me."
Katniss Everdeen: "How will they change you?"
Peeta Mellark: "I don't know. Turn me into something I'm not. I just don't want to be another piece in their game, you know?... But I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. You know, if I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me."


INCEPTION

(Chorus)
I ain't sleeping, I ain't dreaming, I'm lost somewhere in between
Three levels deep clinging to a memory
The difference between reality and what the mind believes 
Leads us to our deepest dreams, a place where we
Achieve the improbable, overcome impossible
Unstoppable I am, at the top of the world I stand
Will I awake to this life's air
Before my dreams turn to my nightmares

(Verse)
Dreams of tomorrow, dreams of what lies ahead
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, lost love left me for dead
So if tonight the devil takes me laying in my bed
I bet the Lord there with her, sipping wine and breaking bread 

Man what death feel like? No one out there can tell you
The tigers come at night, quick to end it all forever
Once dreamed God would be forgiving, now just hope that he'll be forgiven
Had a dream that my life would be so different from this hell we're living

Twas love conquered hate, beauty killed the beast
In a fairytale world but in this world we live the wolves gonna feast
So I'm feasting on the beasts, I'm beasting on the beats, I'm beating on the keys
I got the keys to success at my fingertips, old school still fresh, hope you feeling this

What you paying for? What you staying for?
You now a part of the show, more than you came for
The evil entered through the stage door
Strapped, loaded, ready to wage war

Sicko, mother fuckin' psycho
Where the fuck do these fuckers minds go?
I don't know, back to the place I know best 
To my dreams, I'll dream 'til I'm laid to rest

(Chorus)

Inception, Dom Cobb: "You're waiting for a train. A train that'll take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you can't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter. Now, tell me why?"


KISS KISS BANG BANG

Fight Club, Tyler Durden: "We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

Batman, The Joker: "Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
Bruce Wayne: "What?"
The Joker: "I always ask that of all my prey. I just like the sound of it."

Batman, Bruce Wayne: You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let's get nuts!

Cool Hand Luke, Captain: "What we've got here is failure to communicate."

(Hook)
Kiss kiss bang bang, I'm blowing brains
Kiss kiss bang bang, toasting heads with my aim
(2x)

(Round 1)
Kiss kiss bang bang, blowing brains
Cobain insane, toasting heads with my aim
I'll refrain from the fame, I'll retain my true aim
Penetrate the lane, turn some heads in this game
I'm a game changer, game breaker
Switching 8 to 24 playing for the Lakers
I'm a rain maker, hurricane waker
Storm breaker, earthquake shaker

I'll bring the chaos, I'll bring the destruction
Wipe it all away, start my own construction
Build it up from nothing to something
No limitations, no obstructions 
No manual, no instructions
This off the top of my dome, no bluffing
This off the top of my dome, no bluffing
Now sit back, I'll give you some good loving

(Hook)

(Round 2)
Bang bang kiss kiss, blowing lips
To my miss cross the way, but my lips tend to stray
Spray out like bullets, so the trigger, I'll pull it
But beware of the dare with the devil I'm pulling
Pull in the lot feeling good, tonight shit’s happening
Pouring the shots at the bar, I’m Brian Flanagan
Young gun making art come to life, but this ain’t Mannequin
Yo Farva what’s that restaurant you like? You mean Shenanigans?

Movie references I stay trafficking
‘Cause they define my life well, like I’m Annikan
Often tempted by the dark side, I’m Ganelon
Charlemagne’s betrayer, the treacherous paladin 
I’ll assassinate the pope and torch the Vatican
Fuck Saint Peter’s Square, I’m talking Madison
On New Year’s Eve, Big Apple ravishing
A light show for the ages, horrific and dazzling
Now I got ‘em all Harry Lockhart panicking
Inside the mind of a cold-blooded assassin 
I don't care if you White, Asian, African
I’ma torch the melting pot from here to the Promised Land
Bear witness to the magic man
Everytime I'm on the mic motherfuckers listen up like..


NETWORK

Network, Howard Beale: "I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!"

(Verse 1)
I take a look at the world and I get so damn confused
Living in a world full of sin, I mean just look at the news
All of the murders and beatings, corruption, dealing and stealing
God it's a terrible feeling 'cause I ain't just reading, I'm seeing

I take a look at the world and look at what it's become
A world of hate and fear, prejudice and racism
A world of violence and guns, a world of wars and bombs
Shameful disgusting and wrong, just turn the news station on

I take a look at the world and look at all of its people
All the wrong shining through each individual's evil
Yeah seven billion strong all living for the wrong reasons
Yeah seven billion strong tearing the world to pieces

With one last look at the world, I see the walls are rising
With one last look at the world, can't even see the horizon
We just keep digging a whole, burying the world, ourselves
We just keep digging a whole, I'm screaming out for help

Howard Beale: "...I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, God damn it! My life has value!'"

(Verse 2)
We got politicians lying and pollution levels rising
The economies declining, new depressions stay arising
We got troops overseas fighting, people on our own streets dying
Terrorists keep terrorizing, this world's in fucking uprising

The poor are multiplying while the sick are just left crying
All these drugs that kids are buying, all these guns they are supplying
In an age of globalizing, who now is leading the fighting?
Where now is power residing? Who the hell can change this time we're in?

You call it pessimism, well I call it realism
'Cause the fact of the matter is this is the way we're living
Yeah this is why we stay fighting, and this is why we stay dying
And this is why we stay lying to cover up the lies of the lies

Hate breeds fear and fear breeds hate
And we fear the unknown, and we fear the constant change
So we're living in a world of fucking fear
Yeah we're living in a world of fucking hate I'm screaming people wake up

Howard Beale: "...I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell,'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change."


ON MY OWN TIME

The Jazz Singer, Jack Robin: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, you ain't heard nothin' yet! Wait a minute, I tell ya! You ain't heard nothin'!"

(Chorus)
I'm on my own time, that's why I'm never late
Earning attention and respect, that's how I'm getting paid
I got a new track and a new chick they both getting laid
I've been plotting on these bitches since '88
24, guess it's time to make some fucking moves
No Jack Bauer, but I got something to prove
On some Nick Beam shit, I got nothing to lose
Pass the Jim Beam quick, I've had too many brews

(Verse 1)
I'm on my own time, that's why I'm never late
Earning attention and respect, that's how I'm getting paid
I got a new track and a new chick they both getting laid
I've been plotting on these bitches since '88 
Kick back, reminisce on some better days
Good memories, may they never fade
Great times past, we commemorate
Many more to come, so we celebrate

Sand between my toes, the view's oceanfront 
Sippin' on that rum, today's flavor coconut
Feeling good, mix it with the coke and blunt
Paradise now, that's why I'm token up
Clear water, sun rays, yeah we soak 'em up
Chicks in bikinis going loco nuts
Innocence lost, they gone so corrupt
But I'm still holding on, so I roll one up 

(Hook)
So I roll one up
'Cause I'm on my own time

(Chorus)

Kick back reminisce on a better day
It's a hella day, rewind, let it play
Hear them birds chirp, hear them waves brake
Hanging from the palm trees on a hammock with today's playmate
She palming on my d, stroking on my shake weight
Ass like kapow, turn her 'round, watch the weight shake
Stay late, lay awake 'til daybreak
Get in the morning, then we vacate
Eating off the same plate, kush and grapes
Put an eighth in the cake we just ate so we baked
Follow up with a case
It's a case of one of those days, twenty-four hour dates
Get it in the morning, get it in the evening
Shit, now we fucking with true meaning
Never seen it before, got me fiending for more
She a queen, a dream, a being too adore


ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST / SCARFACE

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Randle McMurphy: "Well I tried, didn't I? God damnit, at least I did that."

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Dale Harding: "I'm talking about my life, I can't seem to get that through to you. I'm not just talking about one person, I'm talking about everybody. I'm talking about form. I'm talking about content. I'm talking about interrelationships. I'm talking about God, the Devil, Hell, Heaven. Do you understand. Finally?"

(Hook)
Scarface, Tony Montana: "Who put this thing together?! Me! That's Who! Who do I trust? Me!

(Verse 1)
At the table with the Devil, the Lord, some built up aggression
A bottle and a blunt, this my confession
Married to the music, my main obsession 
Perfecting the notes and the message, my main profession
Truly grateful for all my blessings
But still I'm stressing every session 
'Cause I've never truly felt oppression
And the guilt drives me deeper, deeper into depression

If a soul were your sole possession
And hope were your only weapon
I bet you'd throw it all down, no need to fear rejection
I bet you'd throw it all down, no need to hear their objections
I know what I'm saying is truth, and what I'm making is proof
Sooner or later it's true, we're all old news
But you can't kill the music so I ain't ever gonna surrender
When the Lord strikes me down I'll still be around forever

(Hook)

Manny Ribera: "I say be happy with what you got."
Tony Montana: "You be happy. Me, I want what's coming to me."
Manny Ribera: "Oh, well what's coming to you?"
Tony Montana: "The world, chico, and everything in it."

(Bridge)
I got the world in my hands
So I crush it up, it's all fucked up, I throw it in the can
Rewrite it in accordance with my own plans
Your highness, say hello to my little friend
(2x)

(Verse 2)
Sometimes I swear the whole world's turning on me
So I'm fighting back, building up my own army
Inside my lair wrestling with these zombies
In the midst of armageddon, welcome to the party 
A calm despair, the end is near
A psalm, a prayer, might ease your fear
The world is yours, The Skull appears
Takes it all back, don't you know the reaper strikes from the rear

So when you on that cash ride, better watch your backside
Capitalism, our true national pastime
2-2 count, no I ain't striking out
The Colossus of Clout, I'll let the drama mount
Then I call my shot out, yeah I'm swinging for the clouds
A king without a crown, I'm bringing on the loud noises
I'm what poise is, I got that venom in my veins
I'm poisonous 

Verses sharper than cacti
Making moves like a landslide
You living life on a bad high
I'm living like it's my last night
'Cause this life, it's a fast ride, so I'm booking my flight
Ain't waiting on standby
This world of opportunity, my only true ally
One last time say goodnight to the bad guy

Tony Montana: "So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again."

(Verse 3)
I’ma terrorize your territory, tearing up the terror dome
It’s terror in the skies, these pterodactyl eyes
Staring down on ya, I'm locked on ya, I'm plottin’ rockets, bombs on ya
Coming in hot, best believe I'll rock you into manana
Please approach the alter 
The name is Joseph Alter, I'll run this game like Walter 
Payton, I'm a Giant like Manning, MVP for the taking
Come on who are ya taking, I think I'm taking Peyton

'Cause the Bronco's cruising, like O.J.'s driving
World Peace is boozing, halftime amusement
The whole world is losing, got more problems than Houston
So I stay moving, grooving, proving I'm doing what I'm doing
I'm shooting the shots I'm choosing the spots 
I'm proving the thoughts are moving the plot 
You can't kill the music, I ain't ever gonna surrender
When the Lord strikes me down I'll still be around forever
 
Tony Montana: "What I try to tell you? This country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the woman. That's why you gotta make your own moves."


REQUIEM FOR A DREAM

Requiem For A Dream, Sara Goldfarb: "I just wanted to be on the show."

Tyrone C. Love: "Naturally. Hah dynamite!"

Marion Silver: "What's the catch"

Sara Goldfarb: "Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me."

Sara Goldfarb: "Now when I get the sun, I smile."

Harry Goldfarb: "Let's do this right man."
Tyrone C. Love: "Come on baby, naturally."

(Verse 1)
Introducing a free thinker, smoker, big drinker
Achiever of the highest degree, fever
Feeding the fire to light the fight through these speakers
Feeling nice and high, stay fly off that reefer
Believer in the finer things, the people
Steeples, I don't worship 'em, buildings neither
Seeker of wisdom and truth, a new preacher
Teaching a new class, reaching masses
Self proclaimed outcast, no class, living fast
Passing in the fast lane, sniff my gas, kiss my ass as I pass
In a flash, weed on the dash, ash on my pants
Jim in the flask, man I hope I don't crash
People tend to ask why
Quick to reply why not
'Cause at the drop of a hat I'll have a spot at the top sitting on a pot of gold
Bold enough to look back and say I told you so
Ill flow, mastermind control
Intellectual exposed to the cold world, what you wanna know?
J-O-E Joe, that's the name my parents chose
So I wear it proudly, loudly speaking my prose
Describing it thorough, Edward R. Murrow
Vigilante in the night, Mask of Zorro
Rebellious inferno, massive takeover
Shooting missiles at the stars, supernova
Man I know I told ya hold ya head up high in this world
And when you die may you be old
Flying high with a packed bowl
Light it up, fill the lungs full
Think it over, flying solo, let the thoughts flow, let your mind go
Getting sober, hit the roach or take a toke or have a smoke woah
And let these thoughts just take control
'Cause it's these thoughts that run this world
So think a thought to change the world


(Hook)
Yeah welcome to the movies
Welcome to the movies
(2x)

(Verse 2)
I'm just trying to make it naturally, I got my shit in tact, you see
I used to spit just casually while at school getting my degree
Freestyle over tracks and beats, but soon had to leave Miami
Quickly it was clear to me, suit life no career for me
So this my requiem for a dream
A new player on the scene
A new lyricist on the screen
A fiend for dope rhymes and hot fuckin' beats
Freaky squeaky, sleek and sneaky, creeping on the easy money
Funny how the honeys come running when you ain't bumming
Now you winning, grinning, swimming in them linens with these women
Got 'em moaning, groaning, behold the love potion of being loaded
First you get the money, then you get the power
The basics of our living, yet this'll be our downfall
First you get the money, then you get the power
But ask Harry and Marion 'cause this'll be our downfall
Fuck the money, fuck the power, they got me thinking
Fuck the money, fuck the power, they got me dreaming
Fuck the money fuck the power, they got me screaming


(Hook)

Raging Bull, Jake La Motta: "And though I'm no Olivier, if he fought Sugar Ray he would say that the thing ain't the ring, it's the play. So give me a stage where this bull here can rage. And though I could fight. I'd much rather recite. That's entertainment."


ROMEO & JULIET

500 Days of Summer, Tom Hansen: "What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody?"

(Intro)
I'm in love, and I'm all shook up
I fell for the music when we first hooked up
Now I got beats in the oven and they're all cooked up
Verses simmering on the stove, things are looking up

I'm in love, and I'm all shook up, yeah I'm all shook up
I'm in love, and I'm all shook up, yeah I'm all shook up

(Verse 1)
Let's talk about love, let's talk about romance
Better bring your shoes if you coming to the dance
I'm bringing bad news, wylin' out in white khaks
I'm rockin' it cas(ual) to the max, that's a fact
Now we attract,
Infatuation set's in, wonder what the love brings, 
Cupid's love string struck again, and the lust sting 
Piercing my heart like an arrow

I like the way she runs her hand through her hair slow
She likes the way I listen and I care, so
A perfect pair, fairy tale from the start
But The Roots said it best, things fall apart
So I'm switching to the next part, the best part, the cinematic x-art
Yeah, get to foreplay, call it a head start
See I'm a jack of all trades, but a true king of hearts
So queens beware the ace, when you go to play your cards

(Chorus)
I'm in love and I'm all fuckin shook
I fell for the music so I hit 'em with a hook
Like the judge hits a fool with the gavel and the book
I'ma change up the rules, I'ma challenge all these crooks

I'm in love, and they all thinking you a fool joe
You just another rapper, what'd you go to school for  
Can't even get a youtube view bro 
Fuck it, I just stay working hard in the studio

'Cause I'm in love, I don't give a fuck who knows
Yeah I fuck music, soon I'll produce shows
For now this for my crew and a few hoes
Year or two I'll be big news with my tunes, no?

I'm in love, and I'm all shook up
I fell for the music when we first hooked up
Now I got beats in the oven and they're all cooked up
Verses simmering on the stove, things are lookin up
I'm in love

Old School, Mitch Martin: "I'm really glad and proud to be here tonight. True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show.."

(Bridge)
They always asking who the best one
I tell 'em fuck it, next question
'Cause always knew I'd be the next one
And here I am,  now I'm next up
And this is far from a best of
But already better than the rest of
'Cause I be giving it my best love
The music, my Juliet, my true love

(Verse 2)
I look at her, she looks at me
A smile and a stare, that's all we need
We're speaking love and words ain't a necessity
I got the wine and the blunts a perfect recipe
For some good times and some great stories
I'll show you a perfect night and a better morning
Step back drain that three like I'm Robert Horry
'Cause I stay going for the motherfuckin' glory
 
Her lips are hotter than a volcano
Her hips full throttle, all engines go 
Body like a bottle, she rides it slow
She could be a model, must be love fo sho
I'm talking Romeo and Juliet, the Montagues and Capulets
A love story 'til death, ain't that make sense
But I second guess, as the witness shows evidence
the music holds precedence in a love game so devilish

(Chorus)


STAR WARS

Star Wars - Episode IV, Princess Leia: "You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive. "

(Chorus)
Yeah, this the place to be
Flying through outer space, it's all thanks to me
Yeah it's star wars, and I'm all yours, faithful, temptation never conquers
Long ago, far away, in another world, it seems like yesterday
So I let the piano play, I let the piano play

(Verse 1)
I don't need a tightrope to be a sky walker
Hurdles on the track, that's why I'm a high hopper
Writing in my spaceship, a true fly author
And this ain't Seinfeld, so screw these high talkers

Kick game like I know a little bit a soccer
Rip game that's why they call me the mic rocker
If it's beast mode I'm Chewbacca
Wookie wookie, shaking it up like maracas

Getting space money, I call 'em star bucks
In touch with my roots 'cause we all come from stardust
Now I'm coming through, got 'em all starstruck
'Cause I'm shining brighter than a motherfuckin' star does

Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz, yeah we buzzed
Man I'm buzzing with the birds and I'm cussing with the words
See I'm stuntin' with a purpose fools, haven't you heard
Look I'm running with these bulls, so yes I'm fronting with the herds

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm just an outer space chillin', milky way drifting
Planet hopping villain blasting off and getting lifted
I'm a life saver, Jedi mind savior
Wielding my lightsaber, turning dark side like Darth Vader

I hear 'em saying the white boy flow iffy
Fuck if I care, I'm cruisin' blasting Joe Diffie
Space traveling, found a princess to roll with me
yeah she a good girl and she sees that gold in me

So I'm off to get some, flying with the Jetsons
Charged up like L.T. so I'm switching to the Jets son
This ain't a Jets' pass, this a Jets' run
So I jet crash through the red zone to the end zone

I'm on another level, I'm talking jet high
I'm in another world, I'm talking Jedi
Knight in the night sky, fly by, fly over
Never sober, over and out, good music, own it won't ya

(Chorus)


TOGETHER

Up, Russell: "I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most."

(Chorus)
Together, a great place to be
Fuck all that other bullshit, that shit ain't for me
I'm just doing my thing, I'm just drinking my drink
I'm just living my life, just fulfilling my dreams

Yeah tonight girl, it's just you and me
Fuck all them other fools, they ain't part of this scene
Let's just do what we do, let's have some fun
Let's chill and relax, yeah tonight's about us

(Verse)
Black T, White Nikes
I got game, girl like Mike
With the blunt in the left, a little Maker's in the right
Please fasten your seat belts, we about to take flight

Engines on, destination set
Clear the runway, it's time to jet
It's your captain speaking, final cabin check
Fuck it, tell the tower we going up and we ain't coming back

We going up, yeah we taking the whole house
If you ain't coming with then get the fuck out
Come on girl ride with me, come on girl fly with me
Sunrise in paradise, yeah finally

This life's an adventure, I'ma fucking enjoy it
Ride the roller coaster, throw my hands up and roll with it
Boat without a paddle, just sit back and flow with it
You and me in paradise, girl just go with it

(Chorus)


TRAINING DAY

Training Day, Alonzo Harris: What you gonna, you gonna shoot me? You gonna bust your cherry killing a cop?
There it is, Jake. Hit me. You ain't never killed nobody before, have you? It ain't like stepping on ants, Jake. It takes a man to kill. You man enough to kill, Jake? Hit me right there."

I ain't ever bust a clip, I ain't ever smacked a bitch
Been in a few scuffles, never even really had my ass kicked
What that mean? I can't rap? That's wack 
If that's where your mind's at, take a step back, see where I'm coming from
I'm coming from the past connecting time to the future
Through these rhymes I'm a new school of rapper
Heading for my prime, not there yet
Gotta wait my turn, got a lot to learn, respect to earn
It's training day and I'm here to stay
So push me but I ain't going away 
Push me I'll push back, no pussy
Pushing this shit to the limit push with me if you want
If not push off step to the side, 'cause I'm breaking through like Ray Rice
I'm a Raven, sky range aiming, raiding this shit like a Raider
Now I'm Mcfadden, tackle danger, better take that angle
'Cause I'm coming through, breaking ankles
Break this bitch like a Jordan right-left switch
Switch it up, getting chicks in the club, Will Smith Hitch
Now that's what's up that's what's up
And I don't know can you hear me 'cause I'm flying up so so high
Now that's what's up that's what's up
I got that Jake, that fight, that drive
That integrity 'til I die
Push me and I swear to god you'll be the motherfucker smelling pine

Alonzo: "That's where you headed boy, to pine oil heaven. I'ma get that gun, and then I'ma get that money. I don't believe you got it in you Jake. I'm gonna go get it right now."

So don't push me 'cause I'll push back, no pussy
Pushing this shit to the limit, push with me if you want
If not push off step to the side
Step, step to the motherfucking side

Alonzo: "I'm about to burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me!"
"Shit, I don't give a fuck. I'm winning anyway. I'm winning. I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Shit, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me."
"Shit. What a day. What a motherfucking day."


TURN IT ON

(Hook)
Yeah turn it on, turn it up
Now me turn me on, turn me up
(2x)

(Verse 1)
Turn it on, turn it up
Yeah tonight I'm on the mic and I'm here to fuck shit up
I'll lay it down then burn it up
I'm blasting beats, classic heat, my passion seeks out the love
Still hear the hate, can't get enough
See I'm a spider to these flies in this web that I've spun
So turn me on, yeah turn me up
Shit I'll set fire to your lies the truth flows through my blood

So I'm riding high but I'm laying low
I'm recording for you all so you can feel the flow
Just want you to hear my voice, that's my greatest goal
So if the stars don't align, if the name never soars
At least I did something with my time here on earth
I ain't waiting on death, shit I've been rockin' since birth
I'm Rasputin to these Romanovs, I'll slay you with a curse
Once I'm done on the mic, I'm chauffeuring in the hearse

(Hook/Verse 1)

(Verse 2)
So I hit 'em with some other shit 
Joseph Alter broadcasting from the mothership
Heard 'em asking for another hit
Well turn on the red light, check mic, I'll rip another quick
I'm on my own time, cooking up computer chips
Just my mind and technology, my instruments
With 'em both I got the world at my fingertips
So I'm reaching out searching for anyone who's feeling this

I build to build, I create to create
Not for the fame, or a paycheck, or your fucking hate
But for the love, for the faithful, for the genuine
And yeah it's true, in due time I'll be getting mine
But for now this a motherfucking grind
These days turn into weeks, yeah I'm losing track of time
Shit I must have lost my mind, yeah I think I've lost control
Every session in the booth it takes a part of my soul

(Hook/Verse 1)


25TH HOUR

25th Hour, Monty Brogan: "Fuck me? Fuck you. Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it."

(Verse 1)
Twas love conquered hate, beauty killed the beast
But on these streets man the wolves gonna feast
Where predators roam and they all own beef
And every throne overthrown you're inching closer to a leash 
I'm from a small city, if you even call it that
Most the world couldn't point it out on a map
But they still pulling triggers, yeah they still roll with gats
Man they slanging and they banging, best to watch your back
Kids dropping out of school, state says age sixteen
Drug dealer minions' first taste of the green
Finally eating good, used to never have the means
Soon they're in too deep, thinking they'll run theses streets 
Now I'm looking at these fools fucking with the upperclass
Don't be fooled when they uppercut your ass 
No trail of blood man they cover up their tracks
Now they coming through your door and they coming with the facts

Agent Flood: "Let me educate you. You had a kilo in your sofa. That kind of weight makes it an A1 felony. 15 years to life minimum for a first offense. Now with that much spread in the sentencing guidelines, the judges take their cues from the prosecutors. So if the prosecutors wife busted his chops that morning, you're fucked. You're gone for good. If you get lucky? Really lucky? And let's say he got some good trim the night before. Maybe he'll plea you off to an A2. But that's still 3 to 8 for first time, minimum. How much of that stretch you pull is all up to the mood of the prosecutor. And he's gonna ask us, 'Did he play ball?'"

(Verse 2)
Now you more scared of what's behind or more scared of what's ahead? 
The past catching up to a future full of dread
Suicidal thoughts running through your head
A pistol and a note, laying in your bed
Yeah you watched by the feds, got a date with judge dredd
With the rats and the monsters, with a cage in a den
Don't know who to trust, a pit bull left for dead
Someone please pull the trigger, bring it all to an end 
Champagne for your real friends, real pain for your sham friends
The real pain that will last, you're to blame for every damn thing
That led to this point with this gun pointed at your head
A hell awaits, whether you're alive or you're dead
You had it all, and you threw it away
A life so close to never happening, now you're left with one day
To make it right, just 24 hours 
'Til the 25th strike and they take all your power

Monty Brogan: "No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!"

(Outro)
Twas love conquered  hate
Beauty killed the beast 
In a fairytale world
But I was raised in the east 
Of the United States
Of America
On planet Earth
Time here can be unbearable