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Zegt hij niet: This sound is what I did before?

nu ga je echt denken: wtf

A-a-a-and your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!

So now it doesn't matter
As the clock winds down
With the tic and the toc
Because they love the sound
But people 'round your area
Say you sell out
Because you sell a million copies
And your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!

Somewhere beyond these unforgettable days
We can find it in ourselves to live our lives again
You're misplaced in time, authoring your tragedy
But your dreams and lies
Never fill the void in me
(Your dreams and lies never fill the void in me)

Chaser [x2]

Running from the cops
I couldn't be stopped
'Cause i was jumping big gates that connected the blocks
Now before making records
The hood was my savior
But now I'm making tunes that make you jam wit ya neighbor...

So now it doesn't matter
As the clock winds down
With the tic and the toc
Because they love the sound
But people 'round your area
Say you sell out
Because you sell a million copies
And your tour goes BAAAAOOWW!


jaja Crypsis - Chaser

Shine
There’s no way we can shine
If all of us aren’t blind
I feel love like it’s a waste of time
Cause I’m walking away
Not knowing who will shine
And leave it all behind
There’s nothing that can ease the pain
Cause we’re walking away

There’s nothing I can feel
No way I can stay (stay...)
There’s nothing that can ease the pain!


natuurlijk The Pitcher ft. DV8 - Shine

With your permanent crisis in your pants

Pussy pussy
Pew pew
White white asshole eating
No talking
Indo indo hawking hawking
Bird dick dick
Sucking 50-cent
Juice drinking bitch bitch
Get out of my face face face
With yo ass ass still h-hanging hanging out!

Fuck up, who do you think your talking to,
Cuz ain't nobody talking to you wit-with your fucked up hair cut
Three-ree fo-fo-four five times wet
No job having
Little dick motherfucker
With your permanent crisis in your pants

The Masochist - LDMF (Wildstylez remix)

Pussy pussy
Pew pew
White white asshole eating
No talking
Indo indo hawking hawking
Bird dick dick
Sucking 50-cent
Juice drinking bitch bitch
Get out of my face face face
With yo ass ass still h-hanging hanging out!

Fuck up, who do you think your talking to,
Cuz ain't nobody talking to you wit-with your fucked up hair cut
Three-ree fo-fo-four five times wet
No job having
Little dick motherfucker
With your permanent crisis in your pants

The Masochist - LDMF (Wildstylez remix)

Who raps to the crack of dawn?
Fake his own death and come back to murder you

You hate me or you love me, trust me! [3x]
We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me!

Yo, INS the Rebel, your highness
With 7L and Esoteric, speaking real words
Inspectah Deck! (Yo, yo!)

Yo, I touch the mic like a savage
The Esoteradactyl's rap style's beyond average
To say the least, I'm slaying beasts with the right plan
I'll take your hype man and beat him with the mic stand
You're like, 'Damn! I better get a resource'
I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force
You're talking to a fugitive who'll serve your crew
Fake his own death and come back to murder you

Who raps to the crack of dawn?
Who's the droid who destroyed numerous humanoids like atom bombs?
You're nothing but a tag-along, that I be ragging on
7L's on the cut, while Joe is tapping on
The 3000, me I'm just lounging
Waiting for a sucker MC to start pounding

Who raps to the crack of dawn?

You hate me or you love me, trust me! [3x]
We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me!
Inspectah Deck! (Yo, yo!)

Who raps to the crack of dawn?
You hate me or you love me, trust me!
We can make the scene turn ugly, trust me!

Inspectah Deck! (Yo, yo!)

Deze mag wat mij betreft ook niet ontbreken

The life that we live
The people that we meet
The planes that we're on
The countries we see
The crowds that we rock
The courage we’ve shown
The music that we make
The stage is our home!

Titanic and Seismic
We're at it again
No stone is unturned
No mind is unbend
Hard hitting, ass kicking
Going straight to the top
We have accepted the task
To make you dance till you drop

All the stages we play on
And the decks that we wreck
Then the crowd will leave shocked
And we'll be on to the next
It's nothing special to us
But something that we do best
So get the fuck out the way
Or you'll get crushed like the rest

And shepherds we shall be
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee
Power hath descended from Thy hand
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti

Kippevel

die vocals zijn daar zo lelijk in verwerkt, in de film zelf is het veel mooier (the boondock saints)

Oh, zegt ze DAT. Ik verstond er echt 5% van voordat ik deze tekst zag .