macattackk
03-14-2010, 10:14 AM
#1 goes to dubstep
Lights of Red Blue: Dread and Doom
------------------------------------------------
*oldschool hip-hop back beat*
---
in Belmont!
you hide like pussies.
without your lights on.
without your minds wronged.
*DROP*
we never did you harm
we just kept it real hard
some say its just a hassle:
to be freed from
the need of bells and whistles.
we rip it real hard.
whip it rip it real hard.
---
a life without answers.
thats whatll crash ya.
*BREAK*
a gang of bitches.
slowly runnin' on cancer.
thats they answa
their pain disasta
BLEED!
*BREAK**wobbles*
read my lips:
if you dick around,
i will make you frown
.
then you will be found.
just by following all those easy sounds
HOUND!
*bassy wobbles*
i don't like your style.
you're all the same.
you're just waiting
to be ordained
from your pain.
Main!
---
I've got Soul Power!
Mind Power
Will Power
Bad Brains!
*high pitched synth noises*
its just in the name
please understand the blame
RAIN!
*higher pitch*
when all the stars come out at night
theyll slice your head off RIIIIIIIIGHT!
NIGGGGGAAAAAA!
---
it was just a roll of your die,
youre uniform forced you to fry.
DIE!
*lower synth background noises*
it's time to admit your rude.
and become unglued,
from the frozen food,
that haunts the isle.
its just a unhappy smile
you gotta turn around, flip around, uncompound, and unsurround
theres nothing to wonder how
its just a spotted cow
---
*anthem synth noises*
you got tools to bring us down,
we got ghetto to bring us clown,
we have to keep our dosers lower,
they'll allow our minds to flower.
---
It's not a means to an end
but beginning
really-ing
thats life in the pen.
ive got a ball of clay for might,
with mountains of pain
that rip tight.
valleys of dread.
its deep in your head.
youll get mad and cred yourself
youll think to end my days, i know
i have it all here in a flow
MAIZE!
*intense wobbles*
blood shed for my race
this isnt what made my date
to remember all thats fair and great
youve gotta stop servin' and swervin'.
instead, start Merlin'.
hes curlin for the people
that made him eat an apple
then drop it on his temple
with his hat on backwards.
ive got no sense in rhyme
just RASTAFARI
its really just that simple
youll play in the ripple.
just chill and youll be forever.
no one can stop your lover.
its an empire of destruction.
and disaster.
faster!
HAZE!
*high technoish synth riff*
i'm gonna kill your ass
poker face mugging my black
you'reself is gonna be grass.
you sound crass.
sound the brass.
you just fucking crashed!
*RIFF CHANGE*
JAY-Z
you got no dick
you just a big black chick
you got soft eyes of blossom
im gonna ROC em and sock em.
ill blow them up with my chi,
then ill give you any disease.
AIDS!
straight from Haiti.
its where real gets ready!
theres no excuse for you.
im flyin you out to undo
your ways of pity.
---
shitty,
real,
pretty.....
NITTY GRITTY!
*high wobbles*
im right!
ive got that delight
to murder all my fright.
you die at night
dont miss the sight
to reveal the bright.
life's actually alright.
but it gets better from here.
go sip a beer.
dont be a deer.
misunderstanding the headlights,
of your peers.
keep making deals
and kill your pride.
those plastics dont grill!
they fight!
---
you've got no soul
if you leave that whole
of your hate.
its just bait.
its farming your brain.
leaving the pain of day.
why dont you die and join the ray!
EEEEHHH!
*intense bassy wobbles*
spit out the dip.
and load the clip.
your brain might click.
---
we've got the right to zip.
the bags of those who make felony.
revel in me.
we've got lyrics that gel in me.
---
and i and i
and our alibis.
will only rely.
on the sun to carry us through the day.
its just a milky way.
--
freedom to let you play.
*wobbles*
this is smart talk not doubt.
im just showin another route,
some straight to your mouth.
ive got hands that move.
eyes that proove.
im gonna kill your groove.
buy a broom.
find a room.
you just fucked with the crew.
NOOB!
---
*dentist noises*
slice your eyes up in a salad!
let's understand what we they dellin'(dealing).
youre dread. i already know it.
your part of the fed.
---
you got a gun by dressing nice, well thats RETARDED.
your about to see the falling of your ways on this planet.
---
we've got a sense of smell,
that transcends all hell.
and if you eat the mallard, you will be gladded.
--
you left my lovin',
fell for you borin',
and youll be gorin'.
guts rain down from the sky!
you better hope you die!
unless you unwind.
and tell time:
its just a way to be easy
so you stop acting sleazy.
just start flyin'.
*electrohouse dubstep*
i have been grindin'
on the dark wideland.
liquid covered floors
forced me whilin'
---
ive got DJ's from hell.
help them spell you
dwell in you.
its peace of mind.
so shut the fuck up and dont rely
---
you think we're in D.C.
but we were in B.U.
ive lost the urge to letter,
so weeeeell you!
---
theres nothing to do
but go intensely zoom
its a web
all burrowed together.
we sink like a feather.
*wobbles*
we get the way
to flee a very simple reign
of red jealousy
---
you think we zombies
but we're carnies
runnin on a prayer
of the next YEEAAAAAAAARRRR.
---
we've got you but in different ways.
it come from the airs of the hays.
hairs.
of dreads, fros, and skins.
---
we know your weakness.
we're gonna freak it and leak it.
itll be a dance.
of ultimate bioclash.
*music stops*
Some hate it, some know.
you gotta blow
the candle of hell
without a gun.
#2
RIDDIM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxcx6F34u8Y
Round1
yellow down in my purse
i immerse
it brings me into the layer with pens
i dive slowly only to see through the lens
it peaks my evil
i decide to grieve a little
----------------------------------------------------------------------
sitting in a desk
i pretend to impress
jive my streets
in beakers full of meat
---
round circles in my head
break the pretend bread
the mass of a thousand years
break my fears
---
join the halo
bring a day though
you'll need it
where you're goin
-----
if you allow us to doubt
we'll create a moat
and cut your throat
-----------------
say: yellow marks the spot
of rock
--------------------------------------------
Round2
break the dungeon
seek eruption
die before your eyes
i see you
--------------
you quack in the dark
a million ways of lark
i need you to make
a last rebuke
to inhale the doobie
---
flavor in a while
i decide when to fry a little
i cant be blamed
for letting this be untamed
i feel through the mind
of many a thought
i sing through a breeze
that destroys me's
---
i laugh in the face
of those who date
those who break
down to a pulp
of lead and gulp
---
theyll yell in our face
and lead disgrace
if you feel the urge to do the jitterbug
then get a hug
----
HA!
follow the sound
of the pound
free at last
in a split second blast
of blastedness
and retartedness
a last will of death
and last realm of health
a test to know
the arms that throw
the hill that rolls
and the songs that kill
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Round3
bring me a life
that aims to love
and frees the dove
---
ive got a want of might
a sound of fright
and die of right
---
in a song of free will
youll see me grill
ill follow a sound of life
that lifts me up to heights
---
youll know in a while
itll come in the Nile
a layer of Acid
that will stop your tracks
---
say:
we die before we're young
we have fun
Lights of Red Blue: Dread and Doom
------------------------------------------------
*oldschool hip-hop back beat*
---
in Belmont!
you hide like pussies.
without your lights on.
without your minds wronged.
*DROP*
we never did you harm
we just kept it real hard
some say its just a hassle:
to be freed from
the need of bells and whistles.
we rip it real hard.
whip it rip it real hard.
---
a life without answers.
thats whatll crash ya.
*BREAK*
a gang of bitches.
slowly runnin' on cancer.
thats they answa
their pain disasta
BLEED!
*BREAK**wobbles*
read my lips:
if you dick around,
i will make you frown
.
then you will be found.
just by following all those easy sounds
HOUND!
*bassy wobbles*
i don't like your style.
you're all the same.
you're just waiting
to be ordained
from your pain.
Main!
---
I've got Soul Power!
Mind Power
Will Power
Bad Brains!
*high pitched synth noises*
its just in the name
please understand the blame
RAIN!
*higher pitch*
when all the stars come out at night
theyll slice your head off RIIIIIIIIGHT!
NIGGGGGAAAAAA!
---
it was just a roll of your die,
youre uniform forced you to fry.
DIE!
*lower synth background noises*
it's time to admit your rude.
and become unglued,
from the frozen food,
that haunts the isle.
its just a unhappy smile
you gotta turn around, flip around, uncompound, and unsurround
theres nothing to wonder how
its just a spotted cow
---
*anthem synth noises*
you got tools to bring us down,
we got ghetto to bring us clown,
we have to keep our dosers lower,
they'll allow our minds to flower.
---
It's not a means to an end
but beginning
really-ing
thats life in the pen.
ive got a ball of clay for might,
with mountains of pain
that rip tight.
valleys of dread.
its deep in your head.
youll get mad and cred yourself
youll think to end my days, i know
i have it all here in a flow
MAIZE!
*intense wobbles*
blood shed for my race
this isnt what made my date
to remember all thats fair and great
youve gotta stop servin' and swervin'.
instead, start Merlin'.
hes curlin for the people
that made him eat an apple
then drop it on his temple
with his hat on backwards.
ive got no sense in rhyme
just RASTAFARI
its really just that simple
youll play in the ripple.
just chill and youll be forever.
no one can stop your lover.
its an empire of destruction.
and disaster.
faster!
HAZE!
*high technoish synth riff*
i'm gonna kill your ass
poker face mugging my black
you'reself is gonna be grass.
you sound crass.
sound the brass.
you just fucking crashed!
*RIFF CHANGE*
JAY-Z
you got no dick
you just a big black chick
you got soft eyes of blossom
im gonna ROC em and sock em.
ill blow them up with my chi,
then ill give you any disease.
AIDS!
straight from Haiti.
its where real gets ready!
theres no excuse for you.
im flyin you out to undo
your ways of pity.
---
shitty,
real,
pretty.....
NITTY GRITTY!
*high wobbles*
im right!
ive got that delight
to murder all my fright.
you die at night
dont miss the sight
to reveal the bright.
life's actually alright.
but it gets better from here.
go sip a beer.
dont be a deer.
misunderstanding the headlights,
of your peers.
keep making deals
and kill your pride.
those plastics dont grill!
they fight!
---
you've got no soul
if you leave that whole
of your hate.
its just bait.
its farming your brain.
leaving the pain of day.
why dont you die and join the ray!
EEEEHHH!
*intense bassy wobbles*
spit out the dip.
and load the clip.
your brain might click.
---
we've got the right to zip.
the bags of those who make felony.
revel in me.
we've got lyrics that gel in me.
---
and i and i
and our alibis.
will only rely.
on the sun to carry us through the day.
its just a milky way.
--
freedom to let you play.
*wobbles*
this is smart talk not doubt.
im just showin another route,
some straight to your mouth.
ive got hands that move.
eyes that proove.
im gonna kill your groove.
buy a broom.
find a room.
you just fucked with the crew.
NOOB!
---
*dentist noises*
slice your eyes up in a salad!
let's understand what we they dellin'(dealing).
youre dread. i already know it.
your part of the fed.
---
you got a gun by dressing nice, well thats RETARDED.
your about to see the falling of your ways on this planet.
---
we've got a sense of smell,
that transcends all hell.
and if you eat the mallard, you will be gladded.
--
you left my lovin',
fell for you borin',
and youll be gorin'.
guts rain down from the sky!
you better hope you die!
unless you unwind.
and tell time:
its just a way to be easy
so you stop acting sleazy.
just start flyin'.
*electrohouse dubstep*
i have been grindin'
on the dark wideland.
liquid covered floors
forced me whilin'
---
ive got DJ's from hell.
help them spell you
dwell in you.
its peace of mind.
so shut the fuck up and dont rely
---
you think we're in D.C.
but we were in B.U.
ive lost the urge to letter,
so weeeeell you!
---
theres nothing to do
but go intensely zoom
its a web
all burrowed together.
we sink like a feather.
*wobbles*
we get the way
to flee a very simple reign
of red jealousy
---
you think we zombies
but we're carnies
runnin on a prayer
of the next YEEAAAAAAAARRRR.
---
we've got you but in different ways.
it come from the airs of the hays.
hairs.
of dreads, fros, and skins.
---
we know your weakness.
we're gonna freak it and leak it.
itll be a dance.
of ultimate bioclash.
*music stops*
Some hate it, some know.
you gotta blow
the candle of hell
without a gun.
#2
RIDDIM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxcx6F34u8Y
Round1
yellow down in my purse
i immerse
it brings me into the layer with pens
i dive slowly only to see through the lens
it peaks my evil
i decide to grieve a little
----------------------------------------------------------------------
sitting in a desk
i pretend to impress
jive my streets
in beakers full of meat
---
round circles in my head
break the pretend bread
the mass of a thousand years
break my fears
---
join the halo
bring a day though
you'll need it
where you're goin
-----
if you allow us to doubt
we'll create a moat
and cut your throat
-----------------
say: yellow marks the spot
of rock
--------------------------------------------
Round2
break the dungeon
seek eruption
die before your eyes
i see you
--------------
you quack in the dark
a million ways of lark
i need you to make
a last rebuke
to inhale the doobie
---
flavor in a while
i decide when to fry a little
i cant be blamed
for letting this be untamed
i feel through the mind
of many a thought
i sing through a breeze
that destroys me's
---
i laugh in the face
of those who date
those who break
down to a pulp
of lead and gulp
---
theyll yell in our face
and lead disgrace
if you feel the urge to do the jitterbug
then get a hug
----
HA!
follow the sound
of the pound
free at last
in a split second blast
of blastedness
and retartedness
a last will of death
and last realm of health
a test to know
the arms that throw
the hill that rolls
and the songs that kill
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Round3
bring me a life
that aims to love
and frees the dove
---
ive got a want of might
a sound of fright
and die of right
---
in a song of free will
youll see me grill
ill follow a sound of life
that lifts me up to heights
---
youll know in a while
itll come in the Nile
a layer of Acid
that will stop your tracks
---
say:
we die before we're young
we have fun