Enjoying Lyrics Thread Every Day

[swag]

Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money
But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous
I feel great! so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I'll stay alive
So I walk up the street whistlin this
Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss
A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But without no money it's still a wish
Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
To now test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full

[necso]

1. "Relative Ways":

It's hard to imagine
It's so hard to perceive
To find an expression for what it all means
All panic and struggle, all death and decay
Are coming together in relative ways

This electric guitar hanging to my knees
A couple verses, I can barely breathe
But it's all right, it's okay
It's coming together in relative ways

It's started to happen,
It's started to change
With the movement upon us
Hope we make it okay
If it takes a life or a couple of days
It's coming together in relative ways

This electric guitar hanging to my knees
A couple of verses I can barely breathe
But it's all right, it's okay
It's coming together in relative ways

It's okay
I'm a saint
I forgave your mistakes

...

And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead -- lyrics from their site.

Somewhat different than my library copy.

[ghostsofgiants]

2. "Superbowl Patriot XXXVI"

Superbowl patriots cheer half-time propaganda,
Fake titties, tooting trumpets. "FREEDOM" is in lights,
And is shitting itself out of Post-Hippy "Call me Sir" Paul McCartney's multi-millionaire fucking mouth.
Machine guns raised. Kegs secure. Beers held high!
The (Presidential) Liar is in the house!
Bono's in the house!
We're DOOMED!
FUCKING DOOMED!
FUCKING DOOMED!
FUCKING DOOMED!
FUCKING DOOMED!
FUCKING DOOMED!
FUCKING DOOMED!

[TroubleMan]

3. Mos Def in "Thieves In The Night"

Yo, I'm sure that everybody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted in your usury
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-betweens
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors own the masters to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed and staged - it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the cameras survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fam' recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all