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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Sept 1, 2003 18:54:37 GMT -5
Coming Soon!
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Sept 1, 2003 18:58:25 GMT -5
And One
Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I’ve got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I
Keep it locked up inside
Cannot express
To the point I’ve regressed
If anger’s a gift, then I guess I’ve been blessed, I
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
It's too late to love me ma
You helped me to show me
It's to late to love me ma
You don't even know me
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
[slows to rap solo]
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift
Dark all I do embark the shadows
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistence
The twisted web of tangled lies
Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes
Against the state of being
Feeling the weight-less-ness pressed between the ceiling
Reeling around room
Riding a bubble of sound proof
It's the frequency making you
Sha-Shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
Ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Sept 1, 2003 18:58:44 GMT -5
Step Up
Yeah
Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can’t tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn’t make you an emcee
With your lack of skill and facility
You’re killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You’re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn’t make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they’re getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it’s real
You want to be an emcee you’ve got to study the skill
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don’t have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you’ve heard is top 40
And your record company is completely missing it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it
React with whack ***
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your *** kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It's taken decades for emcees to establish this
You’re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experienced
(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him
vulnerable to attack)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
(After years of pain staking research by the world's leading sound scientists, we here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system. Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Sept 1, 2003 18:59:11 GMT -5
Part Of Me
Part of me won’t go away
Everyday reminded how much I hate it
Weighted against the consequences
Can’t live without it so it’s senseless
Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole
Take control of my life
And wash out all the burnt taste
I made the problems in the first place
Hang my head low ‘cause it’s part of me
Ya hardly see right next to the heart of me
Heard of me the routine scar
New cuts cover where the old ones are
And now I’m sick of this
I can’t stand the sandpaper thoughts that grade away on my sanity
I rather not even be then the man that’s staring in the mirror through me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
It can’t be frightening if you’ve never felt it
Once it’s been dealt with you feel like you’ve been touched by something angelic
And then melted down into a pool of peace
Cease to be the animal you used to be
Remove the broken parts you know were wrong
And feel the karma when the problem’s all gone
And then you start to see another piece of yourself that you can’t let be
And that reason’ll last fight to free yourself
Take it to the depths of the bottom of the well
And now you know you can choose to lose the part in your heart
Where your insides bruise
You can live if you’re willing to
Put a stop to just what’s killing you
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
Cut myself free willingly
Stop just what’s killing me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
(Alive in me, inside of me, a part of me screams away silently
This part of me won’t go away, part of me won’t go away
Everywhere I look around I see how everyone ought to be
Every time I see myself there’s always something wrong with me
Everywhere I look around I see how everyone ought to be
Every time I see myself there’s always something wrong with me)
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
I feel it everyday
I feel I made my way
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside
Swallowing me
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me
I feel it swell up inside, swell up inside, swallowing me
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Sept 1, 2003 18:59:30 GMT -5
High Voltage
Just do something to tell you who I am, ya know?
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
I've been taking into crates ever since I was livin in space
Before the ratrace, before monkeys had human traits
Mastered numerology and bigbang theology
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessin it
And chincheckin kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I've tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp **** with or without an accomplis
(Mixed media)
The stamp of approval is on this
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Sprayin bright day over what you might say
Blood type krylon
Technicolor type A
On highways ripe with road rage I'm patient to win
The cage and the tin to bounce all around
In surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy madness
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention (Attention)
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile
While you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws
Spin, blah blah blah blah
You can say you saw
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
It's high voltage you cant shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
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Post by Mr. Hendrickson™ on Sept 1, 2003 18:59:49 GMT -5
Carousel
She can't hide no matter how hard she tries
Her secret disguised behind the lies
And at night she cries away her pride
With eyes shut tight staring at her inside
All her friends know why she can't sleep at night
All her family asking is she alright
All she wants to do is get rid of this hell
Well all she's got to do is stop kiddin herself
She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long
She can only fool herself for so long
I'm too weak to face me
(She can only fool herself)
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
When it comes to how to live his life he can't be told
Says he got everything under control
Thinks he knows he's not a problem he's stuck with
But in reality it would be a problem to just quit
An addict and he can't hold the reigns
The pain is worse cause his friends have it the same
Tries to slow down the problem he's got
But can't get off the carousel until he makes it stop
He can only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself for so long
He can only fool himself for so long
I'm too weak to face me
(He can only fool himself)
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
[Background stuff]
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
I never know just why you run so far away far away from me
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