Waiting For Bud

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Steady B Loop Dub

Music from Jamaica, all the love that I've found Pull over, there's a reason why my soul's unsound.

Raleigh Soliloquy pt.I

We've got you in this fuckin' movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at once with a filtering system of God. We're the psyco-semantic police, you can't even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it? We're pure intellegence, your not. Your biological product of a comological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck you. I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who you are? Your fuckin' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're a fuckin' programer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go straight to hell, she won't pass go, she'll never fuckin' win. She's the cunt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a shit. As long as she sucks me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie. I capured that mother fucker, and she's my cassette. I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin' dollars. If she can't do it I'll try ten. If she can't do that, I'll try five, but that's it. If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.

Pool Shark (orig)

Lying in my plastic bed, thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me. My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight, it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe. Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war.

Steppin' Razor

If you wanna live, treat me good. If you wanna live, I beg ya, treat me good. I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. If you are a bully, treat me good. If you are a bully, a bully, I beg you treat me good. I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sides I'm dangerous, so dangerous. I'm like a steppin' razor, don't ya watch my sided I'm dangerous, so dangerous.

Greatest Hits

Wake up in the in the mornin' and it's hard to live. Hard to live, yes it's hard to live And it will be a long time before that shit starts to give. And every single day it's getting harder to live. But I would be up for being down with a ho. Lord knows that i got mic control, do you got mic control? Ya no dis this stylee when ours is original. This man, makin' money how I know, won't be no man of me. In my bed I watch TV. I'm drunk by noon, but that's OK. I'll be President some day. Light my ciggarette, and I think, Bert Senzanka made me drink. Load the box and I'll pump that shit. Got my greatest hits Got my greatest hits Is this band making money? I don't know. It's the writing on the wall. All my friends drink alcahol. I'm too drunk to light the bong. I'm too stoned to write this song. Light my cigarette, and I think, Bert Susanka made me drink. Load the box and I'll pump that shit.

Free Loop Dub

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Q-Ball

(Q-Ball) ...and I'm through, gonna fuck with you, then I say what the fuck with you? And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. (Too short) comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin' muthafuckin' Q-Ball and my nigga Brad, with the funky reggae style, check it out. Bad ass, comin' once again, I'ma shock ya, Don't try to step, cuz I'm the rocka. Listen I'm the nigga, bad ass on the cut. Don't try to step, I'll shoot your ass, I'll go nuts. Steppin' is his strength, Q-Ball got somthin' to say, he's up next, white chowder don't play (Q-Ball) I come too dope, I'm kickin' the cash. Because I clash, I gash. The buck-shots hit your ass when you duck. Nigga rains be supream...

Saw Red

(Gwen) Every day I love him a little bit more, a litle bit more, a little bit more. Every day I love him just a little bit more, and he loves me the same. (Brad) Every day I love her a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more, Every day I love her just a little bit more, and she loves me the same. (both) Baby if ya wanna get on, baby if ya wanna get off. It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red. I saw red. One more secret lover that I shot dead. (Brad) Every day I wake up, just a little bit more, feelin' like a dog in the yard because it's just how we are. (Gwen) And every day I wonder if it's over, when I wake up I realize no it isn't, and break down the war. (Brad) You say it's black but I just can't believe you. (Gwen) And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to decieve you. (Brad) And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low, and I'll be waithing in the middle, but I just lack control. (both) Baby if ya wanna get low, baby if ya wanna get high. It makes no sence at all, I saw red. I saw red. One more secret lover that I shot dead. (Brad) Girls don't go crazy, girls don't go crazy, oh girls don't crazy when the men use you. (Gwen) Women hold your men tight, if it makes you feel alright, It's your own life.

Work That We Do

Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you, that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you. I've got fourteen miles to go, I've got rythem comin' sence I've got the sto. But I won't wanna come around our love. So why? If you are rich, I'm gonna ?????? young darlin. I'ma find you. And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today. So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed. Real love's somthing that I still hope people make there own places to go. And now in '94 were gonna lie some more. In 1994 were going to die some more. It it ever going to be the last show? It's going to be the last drive, boss to proud to make the cars that we drive. The women don't mind, I've got ample time, they don't wonder why that they do. That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do.

Lincoln Highway Dub

I got a hundred and nintey-six different kinds of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another used on the Lincoln Highway.

Pool Shark (acoustic)

Lying in my plastic bed, thinking how thinking how things wern't so cool me. My baby likes to shoot pool, I like lying naked in my bedroom, tying off that dinosaur tonight, it used to be so cool. Now I got that needle, I can bleed, but I can't breathe. Take it away, but I want more and more. One day I'm gonna loose the war.

Cisco Kid

(Raleigh) That's chapter 1, would you like to have chapter 2? You better you son of a bitch, I know the way. (Movie) Here's adventure, here's romance, here's the famous Robbin Hood of the old west. Cisco, the sherif, he's getting closer! Make way Poncho, vominous. The Cisco Kid. (Brad) Way, way, way back days, the year, 1983. had to get a job, had to make some mon-ne-ne. Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes reality. Never thinking that I would live to see the day I rocked my own CD. We used to do the dance we called wobie-wobie. Now S.T.P. 1993, so Hollywood get out my way. My mom's words seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray." She most have gone with the boss D.J. Right? (Don't be too sure of that fat one. Fat one?) Next thing you know, skinny coming with the 9mm. 'Cuz he who has the money has the authority, and respect to the man with the oz. (I'm pritty handy with a six gun myself) The 808 kit is on my hitlist, and this beat's cooking like a ??????. It wasn't hard to do, it so easy. Because to me loops come naturaly. Mom's words seem like yesterday. (COUGH) (What's your name? Cisco Kid. Si. Poncho's name is, Poncho.) And now in '94 we got an S.T.P., a half pack of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea. A fifteen pack of Old Milwaukee. A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I ain't got no mon-ne-ne-ne. The 808 is within my reach, sublime beats are comin' straight to rock you. If you think he didn't get what he deserved, call 808 kit to get served. (movie) There's always some hombre that resist swapin' lead, just to see if their faster with the six gun than Cisco is. They'll only find out Cisco is faster. Well that don't stop 'em from tryin' Poncho, like Slade here, he fancys himself as fast on the draw as a quart-horse takin' after a stay. What's the matter? Can't the Cisco Kid talk for himself? Is that how you got your reputation Cisco, By havin' your partner build you up? I make no claim to a reputation senior, and no one has to talk for me. The "Cisco Kid," hehe, the kid part fits you from the way you act. I've meet with your kind before. You a folish hombre if you think he will not fight you. Your making big talk for an hombre who will not fight. You are wrong Slade, I'll fight you any place, any time. If there is a good reason. Well here's a fist full of reasons! Now you two quit that. Just as soon as I finish off this Cisco Kid. You are the one that is you faggot. Is that a good punch? Alright you two, that's enough, let him alone Cisco. I won't forget this Cisco, I'll take this up with you another time. Any time homber, I'd be glad to accomidate you. I'll make it soon Cisco. Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot. You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreem Court, you are not the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on repeate mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin' thing that you took away from them you mother fucker. Security Guard: Raleigh. Raleigh: Yes. Guard: This is the deal. Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal? Guard: You either cool it down right now... Raleigh: Or your gonna fuckin die! Guard: ...your outta here. Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little kid? Eh? Guard: Your gonna go to the psyke ward. Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go. Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of this room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last oppertunity. Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go. Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth. Raleigh: Alright. Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going to the spyke ward. Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. Your cutting into my commercial. Guard: You understand? Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy. Guard: Your the craziest son of a bitch I ever... Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American! Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh. Raleigh: Good, Shut Up! [background laughter] Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyke ward. Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback. Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's the rules Raleigh. Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! That's what I gonna do. Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. Raleigh: Well you've come in aginst...this is my room. Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room. Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions do. Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die! Guard: Go for it. Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm gonna take your arm off. Guard: Come on. Come on! Raleigh: I ain't commin, you come. Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. Raleigh: Try it. Guard: Your gone dude. Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the cops. Guard: You got witnesses right now? Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops on you, you cocksucker, right now. Guard: Good. Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this. Guard: Good. Come on. … Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to 1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank, for making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get 'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.

STP

All that I need, look at all the love we've found. I won't run and pull the one jack move they love her for the kingston sound. Flava-Flave and I-C-E once said somthing that made me want to burn my liquer store down to the ground. But I just can't leave the pad, cuz I'll surely wind up dead, cuz i know there out there out there waiting and watching for me. Still I got my yellow cat and my wooden baseball bat and my shiny silver gat and if my homey my back then I got All that I need, look at all the love we've found. I won't run and pull the one jack move they love her for the kingston sound. I won't slip, and I won't trip. Send Matt Vargas to regrip. While I'm wrenchin' on my ride, in that secret pad where we hide, there's always lots fun stuff to do, like relax and design a brand new tatoo. Play with my cross-word puzzle book, I'm even learning how to cook. Have you seen that whore betty? Someone said she stole my pritty And if she made off with my last clean ring, I'm gonna kill that fuckinest bitch So what? Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my secret pad, cuz I know your taklin' about me baby, it's hard to live. Cause I, don't want no money, but no money down My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale spot in town I guess. Take it nice and easy. Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me. All that I need, look at all the love we've found. I won't run and pull the one jack move they love her for the kingston sound. Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet, only for one night with no repeat. Baby you wanna leave and never go. But the taste of honey is worse than none at all.

Boss D.J.

There's a steel train comin' through, I would take it if I could. And I would not lie to you because Sunday morning soon will come when things would be much easier to say upon the microphone like a boss DJ when I would work upon the sea like it was dry land. The boss DJ ain't nothin' but a man. No trouble no fuss, .. I know why. It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice. It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice. When I spendn' all of my time, but it's just stones and sticks. 'Cause on the microphone is where I go to get my fix. Just let the lovin' take ahold, 'cause it will if you let it. I'm funky, not a junky, but I know where to get it. (Chorus) Oo-we girl, oo-we girl There really ain't no time to waist, really ain't no time to hate. Ain't got no time to waist, time to hate. Really ain't time to make the time go away. So mister DJ, don't the music, I wanna know, Are you feelin' the same way too? I wanna rock with you girl, oo-girl. Don't stop. (Chorus)

I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub

(these lyrics are kinda fucked up...this track is a pain in da ass...and I'm sure I'm missing a few words...or have some fucked up...oh well, bite me) see I chose this profession, so there for I earn beer. and I'm not lying one fucking bit either we're magicians what kinda mucic you'll play? the kind that.....I dunno ask and you shall will see regae!! regae? oh! regae! I'm not tuned into regae why not? oh well cuz I don't like it, thatz why oh, accualy we play, you know bon jovi? no I like jazz and blues, I'm not tuned into rap, I realy don't like the rap I like oldies, some rock, I even like a little mexican music don't understand what the shit is saying, but itz good when you're fucked up now that indian music, now thatz something to trip off of! because itz like every song is the same you must be triping pretty hard! uh huh! I bet you trip hard! oh, hez got it going on yeah yeah every day I say hello to you you should get a real one man, that shitz a fucking problem I never said I thought you were stupid I don't even have 20 cents I have I had a 20 cent dollar I'd give it to ya this guyz got 20 cents I bet you my wallet's inside yeah right, come on yeah come on you got some cash we know ya got money acculy I think I do give him the fucking quarter regae? oh regae!! come on down, come on down when I heard the verdict I wuz...........????? I gave him all my money I know, I have another friend, they beat the shit out of him for no reason the mother fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk in public hez in a mental hospital...and that thing doesn't realy work you should get a real one man, that thingz fucking problem whoz this guy? thatz opie opie opiez our fucking mascot he's our master master of what? master of the mother fucker here ya are have one he usually doesn't speak like every two weeks he only speaks about once every two weeks

Falling Idols

No words

All you Need

Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road. Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window. It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it. And back out on the road is where we like to be seated. We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got to put that shit together in a creative style. We put that shit together in a creative style. Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid, there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May. Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say, No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame. I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance. Society's got to me. That's all you need! Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door. Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window. It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it. I know how females like to be treated. A license for me and the stars up above, And on the interstate I fell love, love, love. And If I never realize then that's how it has to be, And all DJs out there got to give me money. Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane. Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain. Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say, Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame. I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance. Society's got to me. That's all you need! Yea. I can ???, but I won't see, Because no one can tell you, you've got to be afraid. We got to go back on the highway, live behind the wheel. I want it real!

Freeway Time In LA County Jail

On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man. And outside my cell deputies creep And in this cell all I do is sleep and dream, that I'm free. And I'm back on the reef, where I throw my net out into the sea, All the fine hinas come swimming to me. They hold me and they promise me things, And when the tides high I cry like a little baby. Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning. Don't want no puppy loving. Hungry babe, a new stylee. Hungry babe, a new stylee. And a angry dog is a hungry dog. And a hungry god is a angry god. I feel like rocking, I wanna with you! I'm alive gotta contact home. Gotta contact my baby girl. But I wood never could get up. Why does it have to be so damn tough? With my ettays and the SAs, yes their steady on the floor. I'll be damned if a man with a shake in his hand will make me feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man. And I know, that I'm there someday. I'm back on the reef, where I throw my net out into the sea, All the fine hinas come swimming to me. Hold babe promise me. With no protection on my erection I won't get no VD. Don't give me no right kind a love no Sunday morning. Don't want no puppy loving. Gwarn. Hold me babe, got a new stylee. And a angry dog's a hungry dog. He's a naked man is a naked man. And a wicked dog is a hungry dog. I feel like rocking, I wanna with you!

Mary

Baby one breath away. I'll find the words to say. I'll sit and light the bong. I'll hold my hit in real long. I don't know if I can go up inside of you tonight. Oh Mary baby please don't fuss and fight. You've heard the line before. Mary baby please don't think I'm a bore. If you come home to me turn off the lights, and lock up the doors, and start getting busy. I don't know if I can go so far up inside you tonight. Oh Mary baby I could do it right. When we got to the pad, Mary baby started calling me her dad. Yes, she gave me head. We could not find a damn bed! Fifteen years old plus one, hotter than a microwave oven. Oh Mary baby, daddy is coming home.

Raleigh Solioquy Pt.III

You guys don't know what love is. You don't know what love is. Until you've learned the meaning of the blues. Until you had a love you had to lose. You don't know what love is. Let's see. What's happining? The sacks are filling up again here yea. Well we can stop that thing ya know any fuckin' time we want, let's do it.