Number of posts : 12942 Age : 29 Location : In A Nest Of Pirates Favorite WT song : Jane Doe Bless :
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Subject: Re: Song = Mood Sun Sep 19, 2010 5:02 pm
So you wanna play games with my head But you make me fall apart and wish that I was dead I just can't believe I fell for such a blackened heart You played me for a fool and used me from the start Fuck it all Fuck it all I just want to know the truth but the words from your mouth They just cloud-all the negativity forces me down Into silence but still I can dream
I wanna know I wanna know
If I tear you open wide Take a look inside Are you pretty Can I get inside your mind See what I can find Are you pretty So just take off that disguise Everyone knows that you're only Pretty on the outside
Now I fucking hate you with all of my heart So just disappear and never will I fear for my life I just want to be alone and never no never Will I be unhappy and low
I wanna know I wanna know
If I tear you open wide Take a look inside Are you pretty Can I get inside your mind See what I can find Are you pretty So just take off that disguise Everyone knows that you're only Pretty on the outside
So you wanna play games with my head But you make me fall apart and wish that I was dead I can't believe I fell for such a blackened heart You played me for a fool and used me from the start
I just wanna know the truth, but the words from your mouth All your negativity, you keep forcing me down Into silence I can dream Into silence I can dream
If I tear you open wide Take a look inside Are you pretty Can I get inside your mind See what I can find Are you pretty So just take off that disguise Everyone knows that you're only Pretty on the outside
Bullet For My Valentine - Pretty On the Outside
BigBossWTF Ice Queen
Number of posts : 4931 Age : 35 Location : USA (California) Favorite WT song : All I Need
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Subject: Re: Song = Mood Sun Oct 03, 2010 4:12 am
When Two Are One - Atreyu
"BANG! Explosions in my head that just won't quit A train has crashed into the wall around my heart and left the old me dead Obliterated
STOP! My breathing in the night when you're not there The silence ringing through my ears and all I want to do is hear your voice But you're not there
Drawn Together Painter's brush stroke Sleight of hand We won't go up in smoke Fates colliding Love undying
Like the rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To simplify I'll stand by your side Close my eyes Hope will never die
Like the rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To simplify I'll stand by your side Close my eyes Hope will never die
GO! And take away the pain of being me Soothe my soul caress my heart and end my fear all my bad memories Eradicated
RING! Like gunshots heard against a silent night My love is louder than these words They're stronger than the rest, unstoppable
Drawn together Painter's brush stroke Slight of hand We won't go up in smoke Fates colliding Love undying
Like the rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To simplify I'll stand by your side Close my eyes Hope will never die (Never die)
Like the rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To simplify I'll stand by your side Close my eyes Hope will never die
Will never die
Drawn together Painter's brush stroke Slight of hand We won't go up in smoke Fates colliding Love undying
Like the Rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To Simplify I'll stand by your side Close my eyes Hope will never die (Never die)
Like the Rising tide Beating hearts grow but never die To Simplify I'll stand by your side Close my eyes Hope will never die
Will never die (Never die)
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
BigBossWTF Ice Queen
Number of posts : 4931 Age : 35 Location : USA (California) Favorite WT song : All I Need
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Subject: Re: Song = Mood Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:21 am
I just found this one resently and I think it's the shit!
Locked Up Freestyle - Immortal Technique
"Yo,You're not as cold as me, motherfucker stop pretending I'll murder you in front of your crib like John Lennon Rip the tendons out of your muscle to cut the tension I'm beyond your comprehension like related subatomic particles and fifth dimensions Suspension in your breathing is what I'm leaving until a legion Of demons whisper the meaning of life in your ear Right before they make your motherfucking life disappear But just because you hear the multi-syllabic grammatical Don't compare me to rappers that are on sabbatical Because I never did business in little fucking Italy I play checkers on triple-decker tour buses in Tripoli The way that you typically bicker with me inexpicably Is a mystery that pisses me off ridiculously Because I'm lyrically beyond your level scientifically Specifically spitting out the spic in me prolifically I'm the majority of America futuristically After I die, fuck my music, you'll feel me spiritually Darker than Sicily ripping above the averages You hold no weight, like bitches after miscarriages And your labour produces no kids like gay marriages I'm disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight That's why your faggot ass will never make it into the light I'll crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic And now you know what I'm like I'll Suge Knight the industry, I feel like the spirit of Nat Turner got into me You're infinitely hopeless, you sound like shit when you spit live Like Jennifer Lopez, I'll massacre a rich rapper And all his broke friends, and go to Club Cheetah Rocking some blood-soaked Tims, party crashing, animal-fucking model bitches Leaving their stick-figure anorexic pussy in stitches My verbal blitzes have outshined your offence You're watered down nonsense, and I'm two-hundred proof Choking the local youth in this home-made vocal booth You're a fucking incomponent killer like Ray Carruth And I'm Technique, the rawest nigga ever produced I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice So burn your fucking rhyme book Stay warm, and put it to good use I'm about to drop like frozen airplane-shit through your roof And I'm sick of fake hustlas telling lies to the youth You never robbed Dominicans, and you couldn't sling rocks if you was Palestenian You broke motherfucker, you cats don't burn rubber You niggaz can't even get a fucking cab like Danny Glover You ain't hardcore, I'll smack the shit out of your mother You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you laid out in the street Signed yours truly, the motherfucking Immortal Technique"
BigBossWTF Ice Queen
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Subject: Re: Song = Mood Thu Nov 04, 2010 3:24 pm
Street Hustle - Immortal Technique
"Intro:
I see alot motha fuckas talk about gettin money Ha! all my life I've seen niggas talk rich and cry broke I know some of you niggas is starving you know the industry fucked up right now record sales in the toilet executives scared to lose thier jobs
Verse1:
You can never hide the truth from Immortal technique niggas is happy to sell a hundred thousand in the first week and retailers is right there watching you moving extortion Co-op a dollary unit the record industry wants a messiah to come again so they rape for his masters and his publishing how the fuck niggas sell a half a million cd's but cant sell out S.O.B.'s While they pay out to play and i never thought i see the day (never) when sound scanners are stronger than a disc record and rappers dont get creative and just send a mix message so fuck an emcee batlle the golden era is gone I treat you niggas like fifty I won't even respond put your moms in the rape room and she can bitch like im Saddam Rush a show and stomp you out during one of your songs and im not a hypocrit because im aggressive and violent I would be a hypocrit if I was peaceful and silent and I let em get away with the shit that they say but i treat em like clear channel makin em pay for talking wreckless Fuck the charm on your necklace because who you down with dont mean shit when you surrounded and who you goin to get when you four pounded you not a boss pussy you not even a die low you live in a fucking fantasy smoking hydro I meal real niggas, divide dough so lie low and talk to me about disrespected because even fat beats rejected my record and now majors wanna sign me again call the niggas i use to know try to find me again I guess Eighty thousand sold will do that you fucking new jack and i dont need to wear jewelry to prove that cuz three apartments a house and fifty acres will do that
Bridge:
Hardcore, underground, hustlin the streets if you ain't ready to hustle, nigga you don't eat and if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldnt speak because motha fuckas die for this shit every week
Hardcore, underground, hustlin the streets if you ain't ready to hustle, nigga you don't eat and if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldnt speak because motha fuckas die for this shit every week
Verse 2:
I never be as famous as other rappers in the game is because i represent what up against the grain is never trust no body minor or major cuz a persons real religion is their behavior I can stare into your soul when i look in your eyes 4th branch of the government still telling lies Fox news and then New York post is a joke nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk and send someone after me if u dont like me you'll be the next nigga to take a bullet for whitey like the latinos and blacks in Iraq who come strapped in a wheel chair when they come back mothafuck that im peruvian coke I can tell if your shits fake im the raw version of the crack on ur mixtape so dont hate on this advice that I sent from the grave just remeber if you sign up to be slave"
wtfan1995 The Heart Of Everything
Number of posts : 1730 Age : 28 Location : Canada Favorite WT song : Lost, Final Destination, Aquarius Bless :
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Subject: Re: Song = Mood Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:54 pm
It feels so warm when you are near You are all I want to feel Tell me now, is this for real? It’s hard to breath We’re all lost in travelled time, cannot find my peace of mind When the sun will rise again, we’ll fly away
Take the stairs to the stars Wander long, travel far
Someday
A summer breeze makes all of our winters freeze Autumn leaves There’s no chance for spring’s romance We linger on but leave the past behind us Old lovers live it all anew But chances are so few
Windows open up to life Put your worries all aside Sacred silence closes doors for opened eyes
Take the stairs to the stars Wander long, travel far
Someday Always
A summer breeze makes all of our winters freeze Autumn leaves There’s no chance for spring’s romance We linger on but leave the past behind us Old lovers live it all anew But chances are so few And choices are so true...
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