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14.01.2004 17:00
Raksts
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Ataudzē kaulus pēc uzvaras kalambola mačā Grupa: Biedri Pievienojās: 01.11.03 Kur: Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane |
Lūk, nonācu pie secinājuma, ka šādi pretty, pretty teksti ir jāieposto šerit... Visiem... Es atļaušos sākt. Šis pavediens ir īzmantojams arī diskusijām par konkrētām dziesmām, nevis izpildītājiem vai stiliem, vai mūzku kā tādu - tam domāts pavediens Muzons.
Izpildītāji: Pixies Albums: Doolitle Dziesma: Hey Hey Been trying to meet you But must be a devil between us Or whores in my head Whores at my door Whore in my bed But hey Where Have you Been If you go, I will sureley die We're chained Uh Said the man to the lady Uh said the lady to the man she adored And the whores like a choir Go uh all night And Mary, ain't you tired of this Uh Is The Sound That the mother makes, when the baby breaks We're chained |
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02.06.2004 09:18
Raksts
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Sarkanais Barons Grupa: Modi Pievienojās: 24.07.03 Veterāns aktīvajā dienestā |
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Eminem White America America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so we're told... I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many mother````in' people who feel like me who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a ````in' army marchin' in back of me So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin' but problems and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now I'm dumping it on... White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that but I could rap, so ```` school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the ````in' studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a ```` I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like ```` it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? Verse 3 See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of ````, till I created so much mother````in' turbulence straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope) All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a ````, or say ```` shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother ````in' spokesman now for... So to the parents of America I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress And ```` on the lawns of the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy ```` you Ms. Cheney! ```` you Tipper Gore! ```` you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, ```` you! |
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