so! da der Raum, "liedtexte", ja bis jetzt auf brutalste Art, für spamspamspam missbraucht wurde, jetz ein Extrathema für eure Lieblingsliedtexte, bittschön:
Recht hat er!
ach ja, lasst bitte die anderen themen damit zufrieden. so ne scheiße wird sowieso nur überflogen!
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schöne grüße an den herrn paazzzaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
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mfg
da maddin
Re: lyrics
So, damit das Toppic auch mal genutzt wird und um den ungläubigen Maddin zu überzeugen, hier der Text von Twist, ja es gibt wirklich einen:
Korn: "Twist"
You're not the right one dumb damn rapper Not the right goddamn Who are you to rap shit take off And who says you're right On top you think you're bomb artista But you're bent out of ooo right Suck my dick But don't you think you're ooo right Sometimes things make me ooo ooo it makes me mad And when it happens fuck it Rugged in my mind in hint of bite Why does it exist in you Right, shit, why hit in yet another day Woo hoo right It's not woo hoo right But you're wrong
Twist Twist Twist Twist
Put me in right now make me mad Prove that you're right Somehow you're not right, huh But that don't make me mad Righ now you're beggin for a little brew All night Yeah, it's so simple I had some Red Dog You hand over it
Twist Twist Twist
Let's get this Party startet, i'm sick of hating you
Re: lyrics
dann wll ich auchma.
Jurassic 5 "Jayou "
Press the panic button God
We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou R-A-double-S, I-C, we're in the place to be, it don't stop We got the rhythm that makes your fingers snap, crackle, pop pop, fizz fizz We're known to give a show plus handle our biz-ness Stress, we'll destroy We're known to make noise as the original b-boys in the flesh, greater to the depth Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes
I feel the vibe I feel the vibe too Cause it's the butter from the crew CAUSE WE ORIGINAL, WHO Wanna tussle? Flex for the muscle? WHILE WE KICK THE STYLE THAT BUSTS YOUR BLOOD VESSLES With the rhythm The ninety-six stylism PICK UP A PILL AND FEEL EM KILL EM WITH YOUR VOCALISM
Yeah, I shoot the gift puffin another cold spliff Fools are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith Malginant metaphors and ganja stay herbs We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds LIKE YOU I'm hear to end the conspiracy, fearlessly So you can really see the real MC's AT HAND I'm tuna fish on the stickshift The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip
And for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24-karat Plus, the way you're livin get your undewater baptism Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw Put a bullet in the head of four in Mount Rushmore
Yeah, release the beast from within, baptise gins Keep company with friends that repel sin I'm out to win ain't no pretendin, fuck the first amendment My speech was free, the day that my soul descended
Earthbound, we might sound various Some niggaz can rhyme, but they got no character So we preparin you for war, don't give up the fight You need to stand up for your rights
And grab a mic and get loose, produce the juice that keeps the head on collosion with the New World Order opposition Competition, none, there's only one in the universe that knows the final outcome
We got incarcerated minds, men women and enzymes Vibin off the rhymes sent from the di-vine ESSENCE PRESENCE EFFERVESENCE, not to be contested Some miss the message, GO AHEAD AND BLESS THIS
So don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit We on some underground certified Wild Style shit
We be the crew, guess who, and it'll be The Jayou, ninety-five A.D.
Be be causin ramifications, physicians sendin brothers on grammar vacations, if they don't listen Competition, bustin shots on people basin But we can delete constipation
Jurassic, 5, MC's And we got the cure for this rap disease So come on everybody let's all get down
So, nu kommt auch mal next von mir. Und da hier alle Songtextaufschreiberja ANti-system sind(außer Ron ) kommt auch was von meiner Lieblings-anti-system-Gruppe REFUSED.
THE NEW NOISE
Can I scream? Damn
Whoo
We lack the motion to move to the new beat. We lack the motion to move to the new beat.
It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it. If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads. If we can adjust that $1000 smile and behold the creation of man. Great words won't cover ugly actions and good frames won't save bad paintings.
Whoo
We lack the motion to move to the new beat. We lack the motion to move to the new beat. Damn
When the day is over the doors are locked on us. Cause money buys the access and we can't pay the cost. And how can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice? We need new noise , new art for the real people.
We dance to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves. Were not leading
We dance to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves. We're not leading.
Yeah.
2x We dance to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves. We dance to all the wrong songs and we enjoy all the wrong moves.
Were not leading The new beat, The new beat, The new beat, The new beat....
Wie kann man hier nur immer so lange Texte reinsetzen, die eh keiner liest??