Favoriete Hardstyle tekst

The leaders of the world community have ordered the destruction of all weapons known to man
Creating any kind of weapon is considered an act of war, and will be severely punished by Earth's law
In secret, a group of brilliant criminal minds have designed a microscopic bionic insect: Zanza!
Upon puncture, a chemical is released that infiltrates the human brain, leaving no trace
All the scientists involved in this project with the codename "Zanza" have died mysteriously
It's clear that in a few years time the entire Earth population will be infected by this unknown bug
And whoever controls Zanza, will control your mind

Digital Punk & MC Jeff - Warriors Redemption

We are warriors forever
Redemption!

Redemption, come on!

The moon lights up the midnight sky
Through the darkness we shall ride
We are warriors forever
We shall sacrifice the night

One for all and all for one
The future time has come
Faces filled with torment
Our hearts beating like a drum

All the world will hear us
Our voices can’t be bound
All the world will fear us
Redemption in the power of sound!

Redemption!

Come on!

One for all and all for one
Our hearts beating like a drum
All the world will hear us
We are warriors forever
Redemption!

Kinderlijke vocals zul je bedoelen. Veel kinderen zullen dit nummer niet vet vinden maar hij is vet.

This one is for the fanatics
The ones that make the party
You know who you are
Always in the front, never, never back down
The kings who rule the night
Grudies of the crown

doe mij diezelfde in je signature maar ;-)

STRAIGHT FROM THE UNDERGROUND...!!!

WILDE GULLIE BASS?? JAAAA

KISS THE SOUND THAT POUNDS YOUR SENSESSSSS bam bam bam bam!

Wat?

We've got the headknock shit that makes ya break ya neck,
when we're in this head, we wreck the discotheque,
throw your hands up in the air, dont ever disrespect.
haaaa, we got you Under Attack!

The only way I feel like a God
Is to sniff the coke in my pocket
That makes me fly like a rocket

Hahahaha deze hoor ik net voor het eerst, geniaal Vooral dat stemmetje erbij...

I guess we all believe and pray in a different way.
I know he has many names.
I'm sure the darling dollars face the same.
All comes out one day.

And all afraid that day might not be so far away.
If we wanna live here and stay.
Begging that Gaia washes away.
She's got rules we must obey.

Alpha² & Wildstylez - Atrocious

On this trip I will invade your imagination
And evict your fantasies
Set them out into the street
I will take the unspeakable, set it to music, and make it dance
For your pleasure

Wtf. Grudies? Zelfs als dat iets is, kan ik me niet voorstellen dat dat de tekst is Is 't niet gewoon 'You deserve the crown'? Lijkt me iig wat logischer

I gotta let you know
What I'm all about
I'm addicted to this music
And I've got no doubt
I like the deep, hard, rough, tough underground
So shut your mouth
I make the rules here now
[4x]

I make the rules here now

This is serious
This is what makes me
This is who I am

Some people don't understand us, you know
This way of living, this music
Always pointing their fingers
Like if we are different than everybody else
But I gotta tell you this
You really gotta be in it to understand it what it's like
To feel how I feel it
This is no game you know
This is serious
This is what makes me
This is who I am

I gotta let you know
What I'm all about
I'm addicted to this music
And I've got no doubt
I like the deep, hard, rough, tough underground
So shut your mouth
I make the rules here now

This is what makes me
Yeah, this is who I am

this, this, one, one, is for for the fanatics!!!

Fuck fuck fuck the noise fuck fuck fuck the noisecontrollers


laaaalalalala het zijn de noisecontrollers, die fusions homo's


Ff verbeterd

+2

I remember the day I first heard electronic music
I knew back then this illegal computer sound was gonna be my call
My heart got hooked on 4 by 4 beats
When house took his journey with Jack Chicago and Acid House

Now my heart is hooked forever
It's in my soul, in my veins
On my mind 24/7
I don't care if it's french-tek, hardstyle, hardcore, old school or jump

I don't understand people who are satisfied with ordinary pop music
They just listen to whatever radio stations decide they should like
Followed by an overkill of ring tone commercials meant for kids
And my god, they like it!

Some people even think that house clubs are for weirdos only!
Maybe they're right, maybe we are weird
Maybe this music is weird and maybe the clubs are overrated
But we're in this together, we're in this for the love of beats,
for the love of loops

If you're in the scene, being a DJ seems like a natural path to follow
Ha, and back in the days DJ's were weird people who liked music in a weird way
Back then you would have to be a nerd to become a DJ

Nowadays everybody wants to be a DJ
Nowadays everybody wants to be that nerd

It sickens me, I hate those smart asses who think that DJ is an easy way to get laid
Well... get a life!
If you're not in it for the love of the music, would you please fuck off!

Coone - Wordz From The Gang (D-Block & S-Te-Fan Mix)

Dat is het inderdaad. Kon nooit echt horen wat die nou zong op dat stuk.

ard like haystacks cow-hold
Callin me a sucker boy you're pushin a broom
If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place

BAMBAMBAM

lol
Daar denk ik niet bij na hoor;)
Gewoon een dikke plaat met vette tekst

We've got the headknock shit that makes ya break ya neck,
when we're in this head, we wreck the discotheque,
throw your hands up in the air, dont ever disrespect.
haaaa, we got you [b]Under Attack
&
You want some shit for your brain?
How much can you take?
You want some weed or speed or cocaine?
I don't care motherfucker
Want ik wil dikke bleek!
&
My son is a sad boy
He wasn’t always
We made him that way
His parents made him that way

Prepare for serious conflicting sounds..
Manufacturing distorted noise.. de-ci-bel.

Mister Cook (Yes?)
You have a son named Robert
Robert Cook, age seventeen (Yes)
I`m sorry, Mister Cook
You better come down
To the station house
Your son is dead (Dead? How?)
He died of an overdose-overdose-overdose (oh, God)

Overdose-overdose-overdose-overdose...

Yeah, Sir, do you have any drums in your house?