Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Release Date: October 22, 1996
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again (1996, Unreleased)
Title: INTRO
Ow,
right now, live and direct
From the Velvet Room on the corner of Pico and Wilcox
The House of Pain (ha ha ha), live at the Coconut Lounge
One night only, 8 p.m., tips are welcome (ha ha ha)
Tip the waitresses fellas, they work hard for a livin'
Now as we bring to the stage, let's have a real warm Coconut Lounge welcome for:
Divine Styler, Cockni O'Dire, Everlast, Danny Boy, DJ Lethal, The House of Pain
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: THE HAVE NOTS
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4
Uplift your soul
Get your house in order
MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water
I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku
Who you gonna lie to
Before I crucify you
Hammer to the nails
My face impailen'
My acid flashbacks got everything trailin'
I'm sailen blind on the open sea
Like an overload of Coatahacian refugees
And I'm on my knees
My face on the rug
One more frustration for my salvation
My jinns buggin up
Got me fuckin' up
Callin' my flesh
But my sole wouldn't mesh
CHORUS
So lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the have's
'Cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot
So lick a shot when I heat up the spot
I'm taking from the have's
'Cause to be the have nots
Lick a shot when I heat up the spot
Boy, where you gonna run when the gun
get hot
Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4
I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me
I thought I was lost but thank god you found me
I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide
Lord I tried...Lord I tried
To make the best of what I got
I keep on takin' my shots
From the critics and the media
That's what it be to ya
But you can stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm goin for mine
I rock it all the time
HERE COME THE PAIN
CHORUS
Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats
I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats
Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill
Drunk on strawberry hill the episode be re-runnin'
Over and over, and three times a lady
She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady
But, you and me be hush hush
The word be mush
If you take the low pro
I'll still give you some
'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills
Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails
Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Vietkong
I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish
I'll grant your every wish
CHORUS
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: FED UP
Lord
have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If I was Rin Tin Tin Id rip the skin off of Lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Dont set it off kid and get me started
Cause youre highly regarded when youre dearly departed
But mommas still crying asking God why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You cant fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to Bryant Gumble Im a live for today
And God bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if I said it somebodys getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everythings copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And minell still be the intellect that plays ya
Cause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparent
You can play the child kid Ill play the parent
Cause Im a be responsible for your schooling
But I wont change your diapers or do your car pooling
CHORUS
Get up
Ill break ya down a little something
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Get up Ill break ya down a little something
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Lord
have some mercy on my soul
Whoa whoa
Now why
everybody making shit thats unreal
Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about how its supposed to feel
Kids be going out for the record deal
So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
Or Im a make like the van and drop bomb on your gat
But dont snap cause this aint HBO
Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough
While you say that though you trying to gain that ho
Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
I dont need MTV to make no bucks
I rock styles that make you say Ah who dat waz?
Who that was is the many boy I was sending all star players straight
back to the showers
Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
I master dub plates like my names Herb Powers
I getcha open like hunting season
I make papers dont front on the reason
Cause Im seizing up every day
You say carpe diem I call em like I see em
CHORUS
(x3)
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: WHAT'S THAT SMELL?
I say stop, hey, what's that sound
Everybody look what's goin' down
I'm everlastin', forever on a roll
I'm rockin' to the boat, steamin' grey matter tone
I ain't sayin' I'm God, but you can graft this
Chances are if I'm a star I'd be Johnny Mathis
On some smooth shit, I'd be gamin' all the honeys
Hittin' Hugh Hefner with his Playboy bunnies
Check the Sunday funnies, I be readin' Doonesbury
See me after dark, love, shit be gettin' scary
I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom
Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start strokin' your palm
Work my way up your arm, start kissin' your ear
Maybe lickin' your lips, then pullin' your hair
Yeah, I'll freak the back spasm, then give the orgasm
And if my legs cramp, girl, I'll lick that stank
I got it sewn love, so you ain't got no worries
Hold up, wait a second, my vision's
gettin' blury
CHORUS (2X)
Stop, hey, what's that smell
Someone laced dust all up in my L
Bitches start sweatin' once the pockets swell
Let's take it back fourteen billion
cells
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN feat. Sadat X
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: HEART FULL OF SORROW
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution
They play their caps backwards still saying wack words
No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
Raising the question of who gave you a contract
They should be fired youre officially
retired
I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools
Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour
But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour
Back in 89 PE fought the power and in
86 Big Daddy Kane was raw
And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium
You never played a venue local college or a stadium
A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession
To earn this is a blessing
This skills have me guessing learn cause Im testing
Follow this down no question
No doubt check it out
You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
Built on lies dont apologize
Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
And theyll all take a piece just like the Berlin wall
And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
And what they call a knick-knack is
really your career
CHORUS
You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they dont like the demo make a new
one tomorrow
When its time to rise Ill open the archives
When you be in dreams you got 85s
Chrome down with the leather package
You got a home of your own
Youre holding acres
I got it made
Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers
Playing both coasts closed and European festivals
Crowd scream decibels x2
In your ear you wanna make rapping
your career
From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota
I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
We keep the shit right we dont be starting no fights
And he wont hold out my dough cause Im a put out his lights
And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
We show love they show it back all problems solved
You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump
But I aint quitting till Im shitting
on Donald Trump
So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
When you socialize with other MCs
And boast your rhymes to company enemies
And in any cases that feel is what you want
???
You want to make money money and take every honey
Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career
Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
Now your ass outta here the rap game
goes on
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: EARTHQUAKE
(Yes yes ya'll)
(Cause I'm so fly)
(Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye)
I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws
All you wannabe hard rocks just pause
It's the MC host
Space ghost from the coast
With piggish white skin
Kid, where you been
I got a blue eye
But my tight lenght devil
I freak harmonies
Like my brother is Nevel
And I can rock
Through your style
Eatin cold hardy stew
So whachya wanna do
I'm comin real soon
To a theatre near you
So why dont you cratique me
While I'm love on stage
Cause I'm gonna break my
Rusty cage, my rusty cage
Watch the way I freak it
When I bust my gage
Cause all that loud gun talk
Dont mean squat
If my tool gets hot
I'm a burst your knot
And give it all I got
Up in your wisdom slot
And cold and rains
couldnt stop her
From callin me poppa
Big daady draw dropper
Mr.Heart breaker
She leaves Mary Poppins
And comes home Seka
CHORUS
Yes yes ya'll
Cause I'm so fly (so fly)
Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye
Yes yes ya'll
Cause we dont fake (dont fake)
And he's down to come to feel your
earthquake
Socalize a little somethin'
And you sweatin my style
Challenge my world
You wanna shell my mix
You wanna sit with my flesh
And reconize the tesh
Ya never seen this niggers best
A marage, a nest
I hit your head with styles that are liquid
You drip this
Sweat this
Perspired is desired, this wetness
You get from Divine style
Spark this girl, chill
I see you got the love, the lust
So why dont you live my cosmos exodus
To my precous
I'm a undress my message
Into my wisdom body
To my wisdom method
You need a star for your cresent
I got a diablo brass
For your atmosphere
My (a) dope mathamatics
Are soak like Insin-sincere
Uh, baby
For my apparatus
I do justice to your physical
Annoint your aider
never spendin your nobler
A hard slyle at stages
While the guard be sparkin that indo seed
The Earth pieces be increasin
That need to be pleased
I represent the illest villans
And the worst of bad breeze
Ah baby,
If you wanna next my vision
You better come with subject of vision
I keep it real live
Keep it real straight
To the Earthly
Feel this style Earthquake
CHORUS (X2)
My love's stronger than pride
My loves thicker than blood
My killer swarm's in effect
Nobodys livin off hud
If you miss with his gun
I'll run a patriot gig
I'll have you flippin your wing
I'll put the clip in my sink
And cock the hammer back
Click Clack
Put a hole in your back
The size of a plum
You can come git some
But my attitude shitty
Like G Gordon Litty
Take pity on a child
Thats been raised in the city
Chill- From East to West
To maintain my rep
So many times
To assume my flow
I go mono, stereo
Or solo
You never know
Choose a flow
And I'll throw the phattest atom
I'm so hot, and so law
And so far from the plan
I reflectulate the ladies
That be scannin
My composition decirclar
Hurtin the madd opposition
CHORUS (X2)
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: SHUT THE DOOR
Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static
With toys in my attic, styles automatic
I love'em Asiatic, Japanese and Puerto Rican
Every time I start speakin', I wind up freakin'
Some little fleusy naked in my jacuzzi
If ya think I'm not choosy than the joke's on you
You want the 411, baby here's my style
I like'em young but I'm no freakin' pedophile
I'm known to set it wild, young girls get creamy
Swing'em through the morn and the Ev will get steamy
You can't see me, I play the set low
Scrapin' on the bottom, smokin' L's if I got'em
And I ain't too proud to beg for your leg
Let me push up in the thighs, I'll fertilize your egg
Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure
Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser
While the children of the lesser, go out and play the hard rock role
Girl, I stay rock hard
CHORUS (2X)
So if I get mine, you'll get yours
And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers
We can take it to the wild side
behind closed doors
Ah baby, can't you feel it, deep down inside ya
I can't hide the fact I wanna ride ya
Body up and down and then back and forth
Kind of like Aaliyah, girl, I wanna see ya
Oh, you look good, honey bun, I can't fake it
And word is bond I just got to get you naked
And once you're naked I'm a lick your skin
Then touch you in spots that ain't nobody else been
I'll kiss you down there when you're bare
And I swear that I'll do it right
I'll make it last all night
But don't put up a fight
'Cause I ain't Macho Man Randy
I'm not a Savage, I just want some candy
And it's, fine and dandy if you need some time
But let me know whatcha think and, sugar, ease my mind
Let me know where I stand, come take my hand
Give me a hug, then lay me down on
the rug
CHORUS
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: PASS THE JINN
[Cockni
O'Dire]
Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'
I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken
I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins
Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'
Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'
My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal
I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet
Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted
From the phat back of blade, I must consume
'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom
So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew
Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you
[Divine
Styler]
[Cockni
O'Dire]
I bow my head to the east five times a day
I put my face in the dirt every time I pray
To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's
Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover
I'm steady rollin' with my head fucked up
'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts
And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest
The black 850 representin' my status
Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill
My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still
[Divine
Styler]
[Cockni
O'Dire]
I said take me from your House of Pain
See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane
So put down your juice, pass your jinn
Push up on a skin, I begin to win
There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been
If I pass my jinn I begin to win
I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn
Push up on a skin I begin to win
There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been
If I pass my jinn I begin to win
[Divine
Styler]
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: NO DOUBT - HOUSE OF PAIN
CHORUS
No doubt, hold tight
To the break of dawn, to the break of light
No doubt, hold tight
To the break of dawn, to the break of
light
[Everlast]
I say yes yes y'all, to the right beat
Get up everybody's 'bout to leap their feet
Get down everybody's 'bout to loose their seat
I be huntin' down crews like Pacino in Heat
Putting psychology in your biology, no scientology dianetic anaesthetic
You took bad advice, kid i'm mad precise
When it's time to get nice, i heat it
up like spice
CHORUS
[Everlast]
Come on, let's be real, you only think you can deal
That's why i'm holdin' the steal, i rock shit to make you feel like
Damn that looks easy, maybe i can do it
So you take a fat beat and put your wack rhymes to it
And God only knows what can make you persue it
For those who can't dance and clap
your hands to it
CHORUS
[Everlast]
You tell me you're the baddest and you get the most cream
But tell me what's the status of your self-esteem
Your frontin' on your jewels and your benz and your lex
All the bodies that you caught and all the females you sex
Yes yes y'all, true indeed, the sight of the world keeps me high on weed
Makes my eyeballs bleed but i must proceed
Yo that chick 's good lookin' but she's hooked on speed
Buy your first-row ticket, watch the vultures feed
Get your culture free from the lust
and greed.
CHORUS
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: CHOOSE YOUR POISON
CHORUS
I said hey now
C'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and your walkin tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chosen
Drink it old school style in your
b-boy pose
I get off mad flows like a pack of eskimos
On a dog sled in a blizzard
'Cause I'm the Wizard of Ahh [Oz]
Shit I'm bout to wreck your set
And you steppin' to me
Is just an empty threat
Somethin' I can't sweat
Kid you never see me worry
I never been caught 'cause my hands ain't been dirty
Five years from thirty
Come check the age
If you can't rhyme simply turn the page
And I'll engage in this gift that's kicked swiftly
Stickin' to the groupie I'm out like some Jiffy
Peanut Butter
You know my style's butter
'Cause every work I utter
Rocks the sky from the gutter
I'll make ya shutter
When I rock your soul
I do things the way I like 'cause this mic is controlled
And if ya get bold
Well then ya get Vic
'Cause your knowledge is a trip
Kid, it's making me sick
CHORUS (X2)
I'm Danny Boy with the hardcore style
I'm punchin suckers in the mouth like a root canal
Ya get me started then I'm hard to stop
I got forty five calibers ready to pop
And when I pop off
Ya drop off
Ya get blown out the frame
'Cause the more shit change
The more shit stay the same
And I got no respect for your area
From Brooklyn to Dublin
I keep your ass Fumblin
'Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta
Brooklyn heartbreaker
House of Pain pimp money maker
CHORUS (X2) [Insert
beer opening and pouring]
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again (1996, Unreleased)
Title: CHOOSE YOUR POISON (Remix)
Like
this, ha ha , Cockni O'Dire, Everlast, Killa Rhyme Klik,
Check it out, make your shit sick
I got
rhymes finesse, I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins
I got ryhmes kid, your crew ain't got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby, get your ears boxed
I'll kill y'all just like I was small box
I kill your livestock like I was anthrax
Cut off your head like a chicken with the head axe
Take some Zanax, get on the Prozac, get off the bozac
My anti-depresent, is the star in the present
Style that I'm stressin', I got more blessin'
By the Lord, he blessed me, 'cause I'm a sinner
And when I was in Jersey, J's mom had me over for dinner
She cooked me wontons and courried lamb
And when I ate it all up I said, "thank you m'am"
So next on the mic is Cockni O'Dire here's a fuckin' phat dread
So, yo, come fire
[Cockni
O'Dire - cut]
Word
up, Killa Rhyme Klik baby, what be goin' on
Word up, Killa Rhyme Klik baby, what be goin' on
I be puffin' on a cigerette, sippin' on the Light
I'm rockin' on this mic and I'm about to get nice
Cockni O'Dire and my man [fades out]
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: X-FILES
Well if Jesus is your Lord
Then praise your God
If Islams your thing Allah U Akbar
And if you represent the six pointed star
Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom
I put grooves in the mix
I make moves like the Knicks
And take ya straight up the lane
I block out the frame
And then I freeze it
Believe it
You need it like Heron
Before you get ya fight on
Kid, get your stare on
Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta
I drop the boom bata like Jake Lamatta
I can single you out
And isolate ya like Mono
Im undefeated like Rocky Marciano
Hit ya right below the belt
Now ya singing saprano
Talk what ya talk still you dont know
what I know
CHORUS
Some fiend for ass
Some fiend for cash
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math
Some stick to the road
Some stray from the path
Some do the knowledge
Some do the math
Now East Coast
Westcoast
Money, whats the beef
Its goin down rough like swallowin teeth
I say word to Dim Lizzy
Kid I gets busy
And Ill knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall
Cause on a daily basis
I rock like Oasis
Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child
I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's
Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell
Check the transmission
Hear the transition
Observe the technition
INFI(?) Nightvision
Ya hot like reels
I lace my drug deals
As you scheme to check feels
On chicks in high heels
Its all bright and sunny
When ya holdin' big money
Buy my Sonics got Youth
Plus my Muds got Honey
I can be the King of Grunge if I blows my sponge away
Heres a little black spot on a sunny day
But y'all dont care if my souls up there
So come on and feel the sting from
the true Pain King!
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN feat. Guru
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: FED UP (Remix)
I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But theyre all playin' roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
My names Everlast Im hard to kill like roaches
The dough that youre making has got you fronting and faking
Your hearts been shook your brains cooked like bacon
Cant believe youre not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet
And now its my turn kid watch me churn
Theres only so many spots theyre had
to earn
Pack it up pack it in
So let me begin
Dont make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin
Youre left in suspense
From the aura of my presence
Trying to get props under false pretense
You wanna say something but youre not sure
If Im a dis ya 'cause youre not pure
Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda
If you had game you still couldnt get over
I know your crews gotta be crazy weak
'Cause I can judge them by the company they keep
Way deep is how I get into this rap thing
While youre napping I got your chicks titties flappin'
Shes asking for me to hit her off lovely
Im a slay all you punks like as if I was the man
When you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some classes
All you curve pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in 89 I dropped too much acid
Back from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
Im asking how many days have you
fasted
CHORUS
Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin'
Im fed up its time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
Im fed up its time to go head huntin'
Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin'
Im fed up its time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
Im fed up its time to go head huntin'
Hey whats that sound dont turn around
To your back I got the grey ground
Hard for you chumps that act odd
The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard
But lets suppose you really had a burner
You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder Im a just kill your ego
'Cause we know that you aint really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you dont know me Jack
Eeny, meeny, miney, moe...
I put seeds in your mental and I watch 'em grow
Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
'Cause I know you and this is how we go
Somalaku to the Muslim
Shalom to the Hebrew
Greed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheeming on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life Im my only friend
Theres a killer on the road money its the end
And you might think that Im a dummy
But while youre out at the spot Im home chilling with your honey
I kicks flavor
Like Steven King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead youre best to follow
Or youll be left along the road in the dust
And me and you wont have too much to discuss
Trust me I be the gifted unlimited
Too many of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid
You aint did the bid you aint never pulled the trigger
You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor
I get raw Im quickdraw the outlaw I dealt yall
Ready to fuck with me so boy you better stop
'Cause Im a beat your ass like your pops
...Get the real estate money and then
the props
CHORUS
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: KILLA RHYME KLIK
CHORUS
Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live
Heads treat my lovely on the 1-2-5
I might socialize if I dip and dive
'Cause it's the daily routine on
which I thrive
I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions
I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions
I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars
I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars
I got family, I got foes, I got an ally
It's the E man, you got priests and a rabbi
I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin'
I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat
You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice
You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice
It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit
Lucy's holdin' product, that's why
you can't afford it
CHORUS
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Title: WHILE I'M HERE
Cockni O'Dire and my man, Divine
Danny Boy, you my brother till the end of time
The big boss Ross, for engineerin' the track
My man Bilal Bashir, for his backyard shack
My man Sadat X, for a pocket full of stress
And my man Diamond, for when he kicks it out west
For my man J. Disco, and fly tie, too
My man Frank Barr, for the phat tattoo
My peoples King Emms and Mike Nadone
Killa Rhyme Klik, the kings of the microphone
My man DJ Lee, 'cause his beats are so stank
And these are just a few people that I wish to thank
My man Lucky Locked Up, and Avinar
My man Albee, just for chasin' squals
CHORUS
I got a whole lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I still got a lotta love to give
I got a whole lotta love to give
My girl T-Love, for the hook up and vibe
And Dilated Peoples be down with the Tribe
A yes yes y'all, I "Lowball" with Peter Greene
Killa Rhyme Klik be wreckin' the
scene
CHORUS
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again (1996, Unreleased)
Title: SAME OL' GAME
I'll
get your dome piece open just like a New York Deli
I'm mad cool like Art Fonzarelli, you seen him on the telly with Ralph The Mouth
I rock the East, West, North and South
Without a doubt I've been known to turn the party out
You want clout let me show you what it's all about
'Cause I can give it up more than Modanna
You want the plea it's 'not guilty' your honor
'Cause I can rock it all kinds of live ways like my man Dennis Miller does it on
Friday's
I get closer than the Nine Inch Nails 'cause I'm the opposite of the definition
of stale
I'm fresher than the lettuce in your produce section
If you come to get us you better bring protection
I can rock a Texan, I can rock an Asian, I can rock the spectrum from Black to
Caucasian
CHORUS
(X5)
It's just the same ole same ole blazey blah
Sippin' on a forty and puffin' la
I've
got the sound byte that'll get you uptight
You wanna diss then there might be a fist fight
I measure '10' on the Richter scale
So call me Moby Dick and watch the great white whale
You can play to Ishmale but you're doomed to fail
And if you didn't know you better read the tale
'Cause I get mail everytime I play, and I can take it uptown J. Disco's way
And I can take it back down through the depths of hell
And blow up the spot like an artillery shell
'Cause I been all the way to the grave and back
And mad crews are comin' out soundin' crazy whack
CHORUS
(X5)
I'm
sicker than aid sores with band aids
If my eyes are bloodshot I just put on my shades
I never got good grades 'cause I was actin' the fool
Duckin' out my school, hidin' smokin' the woo
And I never knew the plague until it claimed my cousin
I acted like he wasn't, but junkies come a dime a dozen
I seen the needle and the damage done, a syringe in the vein is like a loaded
gun
In your mouth blowin' out the backside of your mental
The only records they can verify are your dental
The instrumental is my forum, and when I rock the mic I do it with poise and
decorum
CHORUS
(X5)
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again (1996, Unreleased)
Title: THIRD STONE FROM THE SUN
Yeah,
and ya don't stop (word up) X3
Here
come the pecka-wood mic wrecka
I'm sweet like necta, MC Selecta, come again
Heed the style I'm bustin', you think I'm droppin' acid
Only Super Cool does it, feel it rushin' through your blood and cerebellum
Any man that defies odds be swellin', so watcha sellin', kid I bust your melon
Then I spit out the seeds, I got dirty deeds that are done dirt cheap
I'm 'bout to creep don't sleep, I'm late like the circus but the bullets run
deep
And talk is cheap, kid it's time to make a move
It's time to make capitol gains with my brains
The song remains the same as it ever was, you can see my crews fallin'
But it never does, I'm white chocolate, Clockwork Apocalypse
Inter-demensional like Prince be sensual, my interplanetary subgalactic
Tactics got you wearin' vests like copolactic
My verbal order is to rock your sons and daughters
And I'll tell more lies than priest and rabbis
And all the allies put together in a cipher
My skins my cell on parole for life
CHORUS
Doing time on the third stone from the sun
Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun
I'm dealin' with the pressures son, life ain't fun
Doing time on the third stone from the sun
Yeah, and you don't stop
I'll be
gettin' down and dirty by 2030
Sippin' off my fourty cut deep in your shorty
Lordy, glory hallelujah, like a big Samoan
My sigs goin' booya, do wha, ditty
Like a bitty, I'm blowin' up the spot like Oklahoma City
With mic terrorism, and no plagiarism
Blood shot vision 'cause I smoke major ism
If you got sob stories, kid, don't tell me 'bout them
'Cause them tin boots you wearin' I'm gonna lift you out of'em
With two shots to your lid, I ain't playin' kid
I know the games you runnin' and all the things you did
And you'll say, "holy cow" when my gun go blaugh
Click bang watch me do my thang
With my elements in order my ash feuds eternal
And all you duck MC's smellin' just like the Colonel
You're all fried chicken with your backside lickin'
Play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin'
Out your eye socket, and if I wanna cock it
I play a melody and pull it out my pocket, pull it out my pocket, pull it out my
pocket
Yeah, I play a melody and pull it out my pocket
CHORUS
Time
keeps on slippin' (slippin', slippin')
(Time, time, time and time again)
Into the future
(Time, time, time and time again)
Yeah, and you don't stop (hey)
Yeah, and you don't stop (word up)
Artist: HOUSE OF PAIN
Album: The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again (1996, Unreleased)
Title: WOMB TO THE TOMB
From
the womb to the tomb
Birth to dust
From the Earth to the Moon
The women I trust
From the sea to the sky
I see reflection
From the brain to the eye
Another soul less gone
From
the Keltic Tribes in the Highland Plains
I'll hit ou with the quickness like bad brains
I ain't blowin' no spike, no queers no dikes
Just a pale faced cracker in the high top nights
Done bustin mics, we smoke cannibus
And if it's God's night off in cig I trust
You don't think I'll bust, you don't know my style
I got kids that'll hit ya on the low profile
I been from 248 to East New York
My Earth don't wear swine
I don't eat pork off no rusty fork or no silver spoon
Put down the silver platter kid come check the data
My crews chalk full of free information
It's G Hide, and that can be the destination
Glory be to God, one more prostation the rootin' foundation of civilization
CHORUS
[Divine
Styler]
CHORUS
[Cockni
O'Dire]
If college is the essence of every man
Link him up with the system so they understand
No matter who you be, set culture free
'Cause it's the final hour, time to refine your power
We're all equal, living man is God, you can't destroy what I built
'Cause I'm born to be killed
That's my cipher, my atom is a spear in a square
'Cause I'm here and I'm there from the sea to the air
CHORUS
(X2)
[Fading
out...]
All praises due to Allah, the most gracious
The most merciful, the master of the day of judgment
Keep us all well, Killa Rhyme Klik, that's right
Divine Styler, Cockni O'Dire, DJ Lethal, Everlast, J. Disco, Danny Boy