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God Save The Queen - Sex Pistols

 

 

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God save the Queen

the fascist regime,

they made you a moron

a potential H-bomb.

 

God save the Queen

she ain't no human being.

There is no future

in England's dreaming

 

Don't be told what you want

Don't be told what you need.

There's no future

there's no future

there's no future for you

 

God save the Queen

we mean it man

we love our queen

God saves

 

God save the Queen

'cos tourists are money

and our figurehead

is not what she seems

 

Oh God save history

God save your mad parade

Oh Lord God have mercy

all crimes are paid.

 

When there's no future

how can there be sin

we're the flowers

in the dustbin

we're the poison

in your human machine

we're the future

you're future

 

God save the Queen

we mean it man

we love our queen

God saves

 

 

God save the Queen

we mean it man

there is no future

in England's dreaming

 

No future

no future for you

no fufure for me

 

Hvorfor? Digger ironien i sangen, hvordan Johnny Rotten gjør parodi av nasjonal sangen til England.

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Alt som Kurt D Cobain har skrevet!

 

Ikke nok med at han hadde en av tidenes råeste stemmer, men fyren var en poet i mine øyne!

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Har faktisk nesten aldrig helt skjönt tekstene hans f.eks Smells Like Teen Spirit.. :hmm:

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Er nok mange som tror det skjønner dem, men som egentli ikje gjer det!

 

Tekstene er det som virkeli gjør at sangene er perfekt!

Hver eneste sang har en mening, å en form for budskap!

 

Har vært Nirvana fan siden 1990, så blir litt vanskelig å forklare for de som ikke er fan!

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Slayer - Angel Of Death

 

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Auschwitz, the meaning of pain

The way that I want you to die

Slow death, immense decay

Showers that cleanse you of your life

Forced in

Like cattle

You run

Stripped of

Your life's worth

Human mice, for the Angel of Death

Four hundred thousand more to die

Angel of Death

Monarch to the kingdom of the dead

Sadistic, surgeon of demise

Sadist of the noblest blood

 

Destroying, without mercy

To benefit the Aryan race

 

Surgery, with no anesthesia

Fell the knife pierce you intensely

Inferior, no use to mankind

Strapped down screaming out to die

Angel of Death

Monarch to the kingdom of the dead

Infamous butcher,

Angel of Death

 

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain

Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes

Burning flesh, drips away

Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil

Frigid cold, cracks your limbs

How long can you last

In this frozen water burial?

Sewn together, joining heads

Just a matter of time

'Til you rip yourselves apart

Millions laid out in their

Crowded tombs

Sickening ways to achieve

The holocaust

Seas of blood, bury life

Smell your death as it burns

Deep inside of you

Abacinate, eyes that bleed

Praying for the end of

Your wide awake nightmare

Wings of pain, reach out for you

His face of death staring down,

Your blood running cold

Injecting cells, dying eyes

Feeding on the screams of

The mutants he's creating

Pathetic harmless victims

Left to die

Rancid Angel of Death

Flying free

 

Angel of Death

Monarch to the kingdom of the dead

Infamous butcher,

Angel of Death

 

Angel of Death

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Pain of Salvation - In the Flesh (utdrag)

 

Teksten forteller om et barn som blir misbrukt av foreldrene. Å lese dette gir meg frysninger fra innerst til ytterst, og jeg fatter ikke at noen vil gjøre dette mot ungene sine. Spesielt linjen "please mommy see" gjør inntrykk på meg.

 

 

Now she bites the words

"Never"

She kicks the ground

"Never"

Swallows her tears

"Never will I go back"

She hits the walls

"Leave me!"

Scratches herself

"Leave me!"

Begs to all Gods

"Rip me from this sick flesh!"

 

"I will always be there"

"No!"

She holds her ears

"You know that I love you"

Pretends that she doesn't hear

"We're in this together"

"We share the same skin"

Panic in his voice now

"Free us from sin"

 

"Tell me that you love me"

This is the end

"I know that you do"

Of her way

Never ever again

Follow me down

 

"God forgive this hunger"

"Please mommy see"

"Never tell a soul"

"Is it me?"

A child will love its parents

Will follow them down

 

 

Pain of Salvation - Rope Ends

 

Denne handler om å være så deprimert at selvmord virker å være eneste utvei. Jeg kan praktisk talt se for meg den stakkars jenta låta handler om. Sårt, vondt og flott skrevet.

 

 

She is still young...

 

Another day of emptiness

This life is wearing her down

The room around her is a mess

Her children safe with her mom

 

She is still young but feeling old

Two children with different fathers

She sits on the bathroom floor alone

The shower chain broke

Her neck hurts

 

Then another night of emptiness to wear her down

Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown

Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes

Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties

 

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes

But life holds her hand, refusing to let go

Leaving her breathing on the floor

 

They're still asleep don't hear her cry

And she's still obsessed with rope ends

This time she picks a stronger tie

With Winnie the Pooh and friends

 

She is still young but feeling old

A child dying to be a mother

Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone

All pressure is falling from her

 

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness

Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test

 

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes

And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall

Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all

But life holds her hands, refusing to let go

Leaving her breathing on the floor

 

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness

Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress

 

Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies

Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile

"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind

Still in this life

Still in this troubled mind

The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall

Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor

Hitting her head - a broken china soul

Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all

 

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind

Broken she lies undead and unblind

Beautiful life

Beautiful crying young eyes

Blackened and bruised, learning how to see

Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory

Hours they pass this broken china soul

Red stains on porcelain

And she's not there at all...

 

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Pain of Salvation - In the Flesh (utdrag)

 

Teksten forteller om et barn som blir misbrukt av foreldrene. Å lese dette gir meg frysninger fra innerst til ytterst, og jeg fatter ikke at noen vil gjøre dette mot ungene sine. Spesielt linjen "please mommy see" gjør inntrykk på meg.

 

 

Now she bites the words

"Never"

She kicks the ground

"Never"

Swallows her tears

"Never will I go back"

She hits the walls

"Leave me!"

Scratches herself

"Leave me!"

Begs to all Gods

"Rip me from this sick flesh!"

 

"I will always be there"

"No!"

She holds her ears

"You know that I love you"

Pretends that she doesn't hear

"We're in this together"

"We share the same skin"

Panic in his voice now

"Free us from sin"

 

"Tell me that you love me"

This is the end

"I know that you do"

Of her way

Never ever again

Follow me down

 

"God forgive this hunger"

"Please mommy see"

"Never tell a soul"

"Is it me?"

A child will love its parents

Will follow them down

 

 

Pain of Salvation - Rope Ends

 

Denne handler om å være så deprimert at selvmord virker å være eneste utvei. Jeg kan praktisk talt se for meg den stakkars jenta låta handler om. Sårt, vondt og flott skrevet.

 

 

She is still young...

 

Another day of emptiness

This life is wearing her down

The room around her is a mess

Her children safe with her mom

 

She is still young but feeling old

Two children with different fathers

She sits on the bathroom floor alone

The shower chain broke

Her neck hurts

 

Then another night of emptiness to wear her down

Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown

Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes

Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties

 

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes

But life holds her hand, refusing to let go

Leaving her breathing on the floor

 

They're still asleep don't hear her cry

And she's still obsessed with rope ends

This time she picks a stronger tie

With Winnie the Pooh and friends

 

She is still young but feeling old

A child dying to be a mother

Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone

All pressure is falling from her

 

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness

Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test

 

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes

And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall

Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all

But life holds her hands, refusing to let go

Leaving her breathing on the floor

 

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness

Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress

 

Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies

Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile

"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind

Still in this life

Still in this troubled mind

The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall

Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor

Hitting her head - a broken china soul

Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all

 

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind

Broken she lies undead and unblind

Beautiful life

Beautiful crying young eyes

Blackened and bruised, learning how to see

Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory

Hours they pass this broken china soul

Red stains on porcelain

And she's not there at all...

 

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Da burde du sjekke ut Motörhead - Don't Let Daddy Kiss Me

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Motörhead - Don't Let Daddy Kiss Me

 

Samme tema som "In the Flesh", litt annen fortellerstil. Det funker. Aldri hørt låta, men leter..

 

 

Little girl sleeping in dreams of peace

Mommy been gone a long time

Daddy comes home and she still sleeps

Waiting for the world worst crime

And he comes up the stairs like he always does

 

And he never turns on the light

And she's wide awake, scared to death

She smells his lust and she smells his sweat

Curled in a ball she holds her breath

 

Praying to a God that she's never met

Don't let Daddy kiss me, don't let Daddy kiss me

Goodnight

 

Little girl lies by her Daddy's side

And she listens to him breathe

She knows there's something awful wrong

That she's far too young to see

 

And she knows she can't tell anyone

She's too full of guilt and shame

And if she tells she'll be all alone

They'd steal her Daddy and they'd steal her home

 

And it's not so bad when Daddy leaves her alone

Praying to her God with his heart of stone

Don't let Daddy kiss me, don't let Daddy kiss me

Goodnight

 

Why, tell me why,

The worst crime, in the world

 

And so Daddy lies by his daughter's side

And he sleeps deep and well

No nightmares come to him tonight

Though his daughter lives in hell

 

For his seed is sown where it should not be

But the beast in his mind don't care

And the only sound are tears that fell

Little girl turns her face to the wall

 

She knows that no-one hears her call

But it seems that God hears nothing at all

Don't let Daddy kiss me, don't let Daddy kiss me

Goodnight

 

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Rainbow - Stargazer

Jeg vil våge å si at dette er blant de største mesterverk innen rock noensinne, og det beste Ritchie Blackmore har prestert. Ronnie James Dio har vel skrevet teksten her, tror jeg. Så han må vel få æren her. For en genial tekst, og musikken og Dio's vokal bare fremhever følelsene til personene i teksten så veldig godt.

 

Teksten som jeg poster er gjort om til å være dikt, og gjentakelser og "Oh!"'er er tatt bort.

 

 

High noon, I'd sell my soul for water

Nine years worth of breakin' my back

There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard

See how he glides, why he's lighter than air?

Oh, I see his face!

 

Where is your star?

Is it far?

When do we leave?

I believe,

yes, I believe!

 

In the heat and the rain

With the whips and chains

To see him fly

So many die!

We built a tower of stone

With our flesh and bone

Just to see him fly

But don't know why!

Now where do we go?

 

Hot wind, moving fast across the desert

We feel that our time has arrived

The world spins, while we put his dream together

A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky!

Oh, I see his face!

 

Where is your star?

Is it far?

When do we leave?

Hey, I believe,

I believe!

 

In the heat and the rain

With the whips and chains

Just to see him fly

Too many die!

We built a tower of stone

With our flesh and bone

To see him fly

But we don't know why!

Now where do we go?

 

All eyes see the figure of the wizard

As he climbs to the top of the world

No sound, as he falls instead of rising!

Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand

Oh, I see his face!

 

Where was your star?

Was it far,

was it far?

When did we leave?

We believed,

we believed,

we believed!

 

In heat and rain

With the whips and chains

To see him fly

So many died!

We built a tower of stone

With our flesh and bone

To see him fly!

 

But why,

In all the rain

With all the chains,

Did so many die

Just to see him fly?

 

Look at my flesh and bone

Now look at the tower of stone!

I see your rainbow rising

Look there, on the horizon!

And I'm coming home,

I'm coming home,

I'm coming home!

 

Time is standing still

You, give back my will!

Going home!

I'm going home!

 

My eyes are bleeding!

And my heart is lead ahead!

But it's not home!

 

Take me back

You, give me back my will

 

Going home!

I'm going home!

 

My eyes are bleeding!

And my heart is lead ahead

But it's not home!

But it's not home!

 

Take me back, take me back

Back to my home!

 

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Klovner I Kamp - Nattens Sønner

Dette er en av de sterkeste tekstene jeg har hørt noen gang. Jeg har aldri likt hip-hop, men denne låten traff meg rett i hjerteroten. Teksten er et rent mesterverk. Dette er blant favorittene mine i norsk musikk- og litteraturhistorie. Mørkere, mer brutal og skumlere tekst skal man lete lenge etter.

 

Klikk for å se/fjerne innholdet nedenfor
I Oslo bys kulisser kan du skimte nattens sønner

De var en familie på fire, en mor, en datter og to sønner.

Den eldste solgte bønner, rocka speed og eide gunner.

Riktignok var den plombert men hadde likevel effekt,

den ga respekt, skapte skrekk og jagde hverdagshelter vekk.

Han begynte i det små, så ble han frekkere og frekkere.

Det vakke lenger penger nok i hekkere.

Så la han en plan med en kumpan og sammen stjal de en Merce.

De kræsja inn i en databutikk og stakk av med stashet.

Et brekk ble fort til flere, ville ha mere, gutten mista tellinga.

Hvem vet hva som drev ham, var det spenna eller spenninga?

Hans venner var harde, hans fiender var snuten.

Ja, gutten var brått blitt voksen, familien greiden seg uten.

Han fikk seg fet leilighet.

Å pule damer ble rutine, de tynne med silikon og masse brunkrem i trynet,

som vil ha klær.

Men han ga også damene sine - bank, uten å fortrekke en mine.

For han var kald og hjerteløs, aldri nervøs, hard mot de harde,

seriøst samvittighetsløs.

Han brukte bol for å bli svær, tok sol og pleide seg selv.

Han brukte avbitertang - når han krevde inn gjeld.

Han sto hvis noen slo'n, han regjerte fra tronen,

for han var kongen i miljøet og fornøyd med situasjonen.

Men det var noe i drømmene hans om natta som plaga'n -

det var en tolv år gammel spinkel bleik og blodig gutt som jaga'n.

 

Pass deg nå. Veit du bare ville være rå. Du ville leve uten grenser,

men det er en ting du ikke enser,

samme hva du måtte tro så fikk det store konsekvenser.

Pass deg nå, pass deg nå.

 

Hun hadde mange drømmer, fikk den mannen hun elsket, to sønner og en datter,

i mange år var huset fylt med av latter. Kl.

5 etter arbeidet når mannen kom hjem, la han hendene

rundt kona si og ga hun en klem. Sånn holdt det frem, men en dag hoppa mannen over

kosen. Han stinka billig parfyme, og lukta ugler i mosen. Så la han kortene på bordet

og forklarte situasjonen. Han hadde møtt en annen dame og ville skilles fra konen.

- hun ble sønderknust, ødelagt, desp og forbanna, men hun kjempa som en gal, for å få

retten til barna. Ville holde dem samla, og gi ungene kjærlighet, gi dem trygghet når

de vokste opp og lære dem om ærlighet. Det ble en tøff tid med regninger og mat som

skulle kjøpes, hun jobba ekstra på kveldene for å få endene til å møtes. Og ungene de

vokste opp, og måtte ta til takke med, at mora aldri var der når de trengte en å

snakke med. Hun skjønte det og rømte inn i skuffelse og bitterhet, nå drakk hun - for

å gjemme vekk sin dårlige samvittighet. Skremme vekk fornemmelsen av sakte å kveles

i en tanke om at alt hun hadde ofret var forgjeves.

 

Pass deg nå. Ingen er der til å passe på. Før du visste ordet av det, sa det søte

livet ha det, det å reise seg er tøft når den du elsker går i fra deg.

Pass deg nå, pass deg nå.

 

Det er en evig søken fra den dagen man fødes.

Jeg har eldre søsken sjæl så jeg veit hvordan det føles.

For tidlig skal du krøkes om du god bror skal bli.

Så før lillebror i storien vi forteller fylte ti var han sikker i sitt svar,

han ville bli som broren var, stor og hard,

der fant han trøsten i sin mangel av en far,

men med dårlig karakterer fikk han masse stress fra moren,

så han gjorde som broren, og ga F i hele skolen.

Dette skjedde på den tiden da 501 var populært,

han brøt seg inn i en sjappe og solgte det han hadde stjælt.

Ville fortelle sin bror, han var så stolt og ville skryte,

men broren lo bare rått av ham og kaldte han en pyse.

"Jeg skal nok bevise, at jeg kan tørre, at jeg duger"

Men broren sa; "Du tør ikke en dritt, du bare juger".

Jeg lover deg en storebror som håner deg er værre enn du aner,

så nå lå han på sitt rom og lagde planer.

Snøen kom den natten gutten tok affære, han sneik seg ut på balkongen,

og klatra fort ned fra fjerde. Hva hadde han i gjære?

Han gikk bort til en kjerre, fikk opp låsen, kobla motorn, og fikk start på

den desverre. Hundre og tjue, hundre og tredve, plutslig gåre alt for fort.

Så kommer et smell, det eksploderer i sort. Snøen faller og faller som for

å si at alt er slutt. I vraket ligger liket av en 12 år gammel gutt.

 

Hvil deg nå, du var den som ingen passet på. Du ville alle skulle se deg,

men nå hviler du i fred, Jeg vet at englene skal passe på så ingenting

skal skje deg. Hvil deg nå, hvil deg nå.

I Oslo bys kulisser kan du skimte nattens sønner

 

 

 

Jokke - Narkoman

Enda en norsk tekst. Denne gang av kongen av norsk rock. Jokke sine tekster har alltid passet til meg og mitt liv. Jeg kjenner meg igjen i mange av tekstene hans, men ikke nok med det. Han har en enorm selvironi i tekstene sine, og håner samfunnet på en genial måte. Han synger ut om alle sin tanker og observasjoner på en måte som ingen andre får til. Jeg synes tekstene hans burde ha en plass i norskpensumet i skolen, for en større undergrunnspoet skal man lete lenge etter. Til tross for at jeg liker alle tekstene hans, vil jeg trekke frem Narkoman som en favoritt. Denne var blant de siste han skrev før han gikk bort. Det kommer tydelig frem at han ikke har mange levedager igjen. Det er utrolig sterkt at han greier å synge om seg selv på den måten. Sangen skal visstnok være skrevet og innspilt i heroinrus. Dette er rått, ekte, hjerteskjærende og brutalt! Rett og slett fantastisk!

 

Klikk for å se/fjerne innholdet nedenfor
Du har venta mange timer nå, de timene var lange.

Du har vassa rundt i byen med en stadig fjernere gange.

Du prøver å huske åssen det var før i tida,

men hver eneste muskel minner deg på livet ditt nå.

Du kikker bort på klokka, du sjekker dine penger.

Skal du ringe å få kjeft, og kanskje vente enda lenger.

Du forbanner din connection, som aldri kommer når han skal.

Han er frisk og du er sjuk, og han har mye, mye bedre tid en deg.

 

Men nå er befrielsen like rundt hjørnet,

du ser'n nedi gata, løper'n i møte.

Penger skifter hender, og du finner deg en dass.

Du svetter og du skjelver, plutselig er alt på plass.

 

Når huekjøret gir seg og magan slapper av;

det ække no'n orgasme, men det føles jævla bra.

Nok en gang berga, redda i den siste liten.

Du tar deg en pølse, begynner å få dårlig tid igjen.

En nattings og en mornings, det er alt du trenger nå.

Er det noen du kan bøffe, er du sprek nok til å knekke.

Du trenger en åpning, et lite lån, et lite ran.

Ha'kke lov til å sjangle, din jævla narkoman.

 

Men nå er befrielsen like rundt hjørnet,

du ser'n nedi gata, løper'n i møte.

Penger skifter hender, og du finner deg en dass.

Du svetter og du skjelver, plutselig er alt på plass.

 

Men nå er befrielsen like rundt hjørnet,

du ser'n nedi gata, løper'n i møte.

Penger skifter hender, og du finner deg en dass.

Du svetter og du skjelver, plutselig er alt på plass.

 

Nok en spiker, nok en dag. Begynner å tenke på å kutte

dine pulsårer. Det er jo mye enklere enn å slutte.

Husker du dengang du lo og fnøis av det dem sa.

Tenk deg som dem ler nå, din jævla narkoman.

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Mange bra tekster her!

 

Sjekk ut Immortal Technique med Dance With the Devil. Den fikk ihvertfall meg til å sitte igjen med hakeslepp første gangen jeg hørte den.

 

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Dance With The Devil"

 

[Verse 1]

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William

His primary concern, was making a million

Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams

A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend

She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober

Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

He started hanging out selling bags in the projects

Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

He was fascinated by material objects

But he understood money never bought respect

He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal

But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal

So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

You see me and niggaz like this have never been equal

I don't project my insurecurity's at other people

He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

A feeble-minded young man with infinite potetial

The product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental

Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

 

[Hook]

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

You propably only did a month for minor offences

Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance

But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block

But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

 

[Verse 2]

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do

He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

Starting fights over little shit, up on the block

Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

Working overtime for making money for the crack spot

Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

Tired of the block niggaz treating him the same

He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

But when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love

They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs

Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood

Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club

But only a real thug can stab someone till they die

Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

And they wanted to test him, before business started

Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

So now he had a choice between going back to his life

Or making money with made men, up in the cife

His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be

And so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3]

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

Untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone

Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

And so they quietly got out the car and followed her

Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

So Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair

And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed

So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently

And then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned

When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos

One of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two

They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead

And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

 

[sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]

I'm falling and I can't turn back

I'm falling and I can't turn back

 

[Verse 4]

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice

And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder

Cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

His corruption had succesfully changed his fate

And he remembered how his mom used to come home late

Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there

And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

Cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to

And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

Infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe

He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked

White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted

You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted

And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top

There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

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