Beautifully Broken
Gov't Mule
The Deep End Vol. 1

mysterious
blown in with the night
all this beauty captured in a frame
visibly shaken but never stirred
drives them insane
i see the way she plays her men - and i know i've got to know her name

she's so beautifully broken
shaped by the wind
dangerously twisted
here i go again

i see the way she casts her spell
it's like drowning in moonlight
discards them when she's done
they're lost in her twilight
i watch her move from star to star and i wonder why
why it feels so right

she's so beautifully broken
you can barely see the flaw
especially from a distance
which is always how i fall

why do i fall for the dangerous ones
the ones that never learned to let go
and why do i lie to myself and pretend thati can break her
when she's already been so beautifully broken

why do i fall for the dangerous ones
the ones that don't know how to let go
and why do i lie to myself and pretend that i can break her
when she's already been so beautifully broken

she's so beautifully broken - shaped by the wind
dangerously twisted
here i go again
here i go again






wow that was actually about me!

[Verse 1]
I got a bitch with pearls a bitch teeth with golds
A bitch on da shelf and a bitch that's sold
I got a bitch down low and a bitch Im doing publicly
A bitch I cant stand and the bitches still lovin me
I got a bitch I beep a bitch I call a bitch in thongs and one in
Regular draws I got a bitch thats a bout and we fuck in the car
Two bitches thats down with a may-nah-sej-twa
I got a bitch in a corola a bitch in a bentley
A bitch who aint lose her virginity yet
I got a bitch thats a thug and she carry a gat
A bitch that look like Kim and one that look like Da Brat
I got a Bitch thats a freak and she's fienin
Fa dick I got a bitch from Peru and she no speak a english
I got so many bitches they get done
I got 99 problems and a Bitch aint one

[Verse 2]
I got a broke Bitch stay broke with no ends
I got a bitch who loves weed but never be smokin
A Ho bitch who be fuckin her friends ---
Yappin bitches who be up in my faces with yo shit
I got bitches that know shit a hustlin blow bitch
A bitch that gotta choppa and she with it I knows this
A bitch who got a boyfriend a bitch with a Ho
A bitch who like to sniff it off the tip of yo joe
I got a bitch who on welfare a bitch who on ex
A bitch who like to lye I met her threw lex
I got 32 fat bitches 18 sluts 64 noodles and a bitch in a truck

I got so many bitches and they love to get done
I got 99 problems and a bitch aint one [2x]

[Chorus]
Dont give a fuck about a bitch
Aint gotta worry about a bitch
I got so many bitches that get done
I got 99 problems and a bitch aint ONE [2x]

[Verse 3]
I got big bootie bitches Big tittie bitches
Cornbread eatin ass from the city bitches
Bitches from the dirty south bitch from the bay
A bitch who in that video with snoop and dre
I got a ride or die bitch a bitch who still cloth
A bitch who say she badder then all of u hoes
I got a nasty bitch a prankters bitch
A two time offendin ass gangsta bitch
See I'm Money Mark Diggular a playa fa sho
Hit them 16-60 blind criple or po
Its u is or u aint bitch let me know
Cause I got a whole team but Im lookin fa mo

I got so many bitches and they love to get done
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one

If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

[Verse One]
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with O's and you zap the toes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if i don't play they show
They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga i ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus]
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Verse Two]
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So i...pull over to the side of the road
And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus X2]

[Verse Three]
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
All because ths fool was horrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one
Hit me

[Chorus X3]

Sweeny79 said:

Anybody got the lyrics to "Ain't that a bitch" by Johnny Guitar Watson? It sums up the current sitiation in the U.S. well.

Trouble Child
Words and Music by Joni Mitchell

Up in the sterilized room
where they let you be crazy,
knowin' your attitudes are wrong
and you gotta change, and it's not easy.
Dragons shinin' with all values known,
dazzlin' you, keepin' you from your own.
Where is the lion in you to defy him
when you're this weak and this spacey?

So what are you gonna do about it,
you can't live life and you can't leave it.
Advice and religion you can't take it,
you can't seem to believe it.
The peacock is afraid to parade,
you're under the thumb of the maid.
You really can't give love in this condition,
still you know how you need it.

They open and close you,
and they talk like they know you,
they don't know you.
They're friends and they're foes too,
trouble child,
breakin' like the waves at Malibu,

So why does it come as such a shock
to know you really have no one,
only a river of changin' faces
lookin' for an ocean.
They trickle through your leaky plans,
another dream over the dam,
and you're lyin' in some room
feelin' like your right to be human is goin' over too.

But some are gonna knock you
and some'll try and clock you,
you know it's really hard to talk sense to you,
trouble child,
breakin' like the waves at Malibu.
[This message was edited Fri Jan 30 19:13:59 PST 2004 by CandyEyce]

The Iceberg

Verse 1

I-C-E B-E-R-G
What's that spell? Iceberg, nicca, can't you read?
Time to bleed, slaughter, slice
Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice
Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect
Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat
Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle?
Well 911 you should dial
Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib
Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid
Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots
Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot
Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard
Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

Verse 2

Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night
Fucked the bitch with a flashlight
Pulled it out and left the batteries in
So he could get a charge when he begin
Used his dick, the shit was tight
Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights
Rolled her over to change a connection
The bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection
I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer
And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda
A mack and a poet, impressive I know it
Don't only rhyme for niccas cos I live my life co-ed
On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype
A 1989 type Dolemite
Cool motherfucker, word
Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

Verse 3

Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift
10 below, gave her the dick
It was cold and she said "Quit!"
Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"
She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"
Charlie's dick was frozen hard
But she said she never felt it
Maybe Charlie's dick melted
Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor
Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nicca
Triple X is how I rate
I'm the one your parents hate
I'm as cold as cold can get
Under pressure never sweat
Cool motherfucker, word
Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

Verse 4

Out with the posse on a night run
Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun
Donald asked one if she was game
Back Alley Sally was her name
She moved on the car and moved fast
On the window pressed her ass
All at once we heard a crash
Donald's dick had broke the glass
Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer
And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer
The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone
The black mack of the microphone
Talkin' shit the way I do
Rhyme Pays, the posse grew
Did you like Power? Word
Well this is The Ice...or just The Iceberg
[This message was edited Fri Jan 30 20:43:05 PST 2004 by crazyhorse]

In a world that's green and red
There are questions in my head
How do I feed my hungry spirit?
Who do I listen to?

Who?

When I wanna be touched in a sexual fashion
When I need a quick reaction
When I want good satisfaction
I am curious blue

I want to be humble
I want to be rich
I need affection
I wanna be a bitch
I want my cake
I wanna eat it too
I am curious blue

Curious

Can I have every thing this world will give
And still have a place in heaven to me?
I am curious blue

I want to be humble
I want to be rich
I need affection
I wanna be a bitch
I want my cake
I gotta eat it too
I am curious blue

When I wanna be touched in a sexual fashion
When I need a quick reaction
When I want good satisfaction
I am curious blue

I want to be humble
I want to be rich
I need affection
I wanna be a bitch
I want my cake
I wanna eat it too
I am curious blue

I want to be humble
I want to be rich
I need affection
I wanna be a bitch
I want my cake
I wanna eat it too
I am curious blue

I need everybody to help me find it

In the eyes of those who know
Not the ones who don't [?]
I am the strange one
Strange one, indeed

Tell me, baby, which voice do I listen to?

I
I am curious blue
Yeah, baby
I'm just curious blue



MC Flash: Curious Blue
[This message was edited Sat Jan 31 4:52:30 PST 2004 by scififilmnerd]

LET ME CLEAR MY THROAT
DJ Kool

At the count of three
I want everybody in the place to be
To make some noise if ya down with me
One, two, three

Hit me with the horns Tony
Keep makin' noise, keep makin' noise, yeah, oh...
Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now...
Here we go, here we go, now listen

Some of y'all might know this
And some of y'all don't (jam jam)
Some of y'all might be with this, and some of y'all won't
But listen, let me clear my throat
Oh, have mercy babe, Ha!
I hope ya don't mind, let me clear my throat

Special dedication going out to everybody here
In Bahama Bay in Philadelphia here we go now
Check it out, ah huh, ah huh, ah (God Damn)

Yeah, rock to the rhythm of the funky rhyme
So I can get this in just one more time
To the beat and ya don't quit
It's that ol' skool rap with that new skool hit
Peter Piper picked a pepper but Kool got the Run
And I can still rip up the house
Every God damn time I get on the mic, I go crazy
Peace out to Celo, Flex, and Doug Lazy
I bet 'cha never knew but now ya know
I'm the undisputed king of this disco
And I never let the mic, might not tire me no more
Cuz DJ Kool rip up the whole damn floor

Now I'ma rap a rhyme with the greatest of ease
And swing it like the man on the flying trapeze
And if you don't like it you grab on these
And now I need some help from the maestro please

Jam, Ha! So look it here check the flavor of the rhythm
I wrote and while I got a chance here
Let me clear my throat oh, have mercy babe, ha!
I hope ya don't mind, let me clear my throat
I need these monitors right here
Music and the monitors, and it goes a little something
Like this here ah huh ah huh ah

Now if y'all wanna party like we do
If y'all wanna party like us, lemme hear ya say
Ah ah ah ah ah, if y'all wanna party like we do
If y'all wanna party like us lemme hear ya say
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Now when I say uh, you say ah
Uh (crowd) Uh (crowd)
And now when I say hey, you say ha
Hey (crowd) hey (crowd)
Now when I say uh, you say ah
Uh (crowd) Uh (crowd)
Now when I say hey you say ha, hey (crowd)
Now when I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime
When I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime freeze

Now all the ladies in the place
If you got real hair, real fingernails
If you got a job, you going to school
And y'all need nobody to help you handle
Your business make some noise

One, two, three, come on now
When I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime
When I say freeze you just freeze one time
When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime freeze

Now to all the brotha's in the place
That don't give a damn about what the ladies talking about
'Cuz you just trying to get chummy make some noise

Now, now, now, let me clear my throat
Oh, have mercy babe, ha!
I hope you don't mind, let me clear my throat
Special dedication going out to all the ladies
And all the brothers in here
Like to love y'all to death here

Ah huh ah huh ah (God damn)
Oh, lemme send my little shout outs here
Special dedication once again going out to everybody here
Bahama Bay in Philadelphia, we love y'all madly
Special dedication going out to Mellow T
Walt Reeder da' joiner, Don Mack, Charlie Mack, DJ Ran
Cosmic Kev, special dedication going out to Frank Steed
Al Orrizo Ice T, and if you're with me, if you're with me
I need some help from the music, from the maestro
Check it out somebody make some noise in this joint man


Feeling a bit silly this afternoon

Whitey on the Moon
by;gil scott heron

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still.
(while Whitey's on the moon)
The man jus' upped my rent las' night.
('cause Whitey's on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
('cause Whitey's on the moon?)
I wuz already payin' 'im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
Junkies makin' me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that shit wuzn't enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arm began to swell.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Was all that money I made las' year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain't no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey's on the moon)
Y'know I jus' 'bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens

crazyhorse said:

Mars is the new target now. People laid off left and right and they talk about billions to go to mars. Who will get these jobs? The martians? :LOL:



what about home edit
[This message was edited Sun Feb 1 8:31:22 PST 2004 by CtheUncanny]

Ain't That A Bitch-Johnny Guitar Watson

Ooohh Lawd have mercy.
Can't get ahead no way i try.
Everything is out of pocket.
Somebody do something.
The present situation is abstract.(listen)

I'm workin forty hours, six long days.
And i'm highly embarrassed everytime i get my pay.
And they workin everybody.
Lawd they workin po folks to death.
And when you pay your rent and your car note.
You ain't got a damn thang left.

Ain't that a bitch...
Somebody is doin somethin slick.(yeah they are)
It's got me wondering which is which?
I might as well go uptown and dig a ditch.
Ain't that a bitch.


Let me tell you about my qualifications.
I program computers. I know acounting and psychology.
I took a course in business and i can speak a little Japanese.
I got to work two years to get on week off with pay.
And when i'm on my job, i better watch every word i say.

Ain't that a bitch...
Somebody is doin somethin slick. (downtown)
It's got me wondering which is which?
I might as well go uptown and dig a ditch.
Ain't that a bitch.

I stopped at the supermarket to get myself something to eat.
But when i looked at the prices they knocked me offa my feet.
I was in the bolony section and i had to take myself a close look.
Now Abdul Jabbar couldn't have made these prices...with a sky hook.

Ain't that a bitch...
Somebody is doin somethin slick. (yeah they are)
It's got me wondering which is which?
I might as well go uptown and dig a ditch.
Ain't that a bitch.

Make me wanna holla aaahhh

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[This message was edited Sun Feb 1 19:13:57 PST 2004 by CtheUncanny]

Gang of Four - Armalite Rifle

Armalite Rifle
Please the IRA
Armarlite Rifle
They use it eveyday

Breaks down easy
For simpler plan
A child can carry it
Do it no harm
Armalite Rifle
And the holy trinity
Used against you
The orange joke's on the BBC

Armalite Rifle
Please the IRA
Armarlite Rifle
They use it eveyday

Rifle does harm
Shoots for miles
If it gets you in the arm
It could destroy your insides

Armalite Rifle
Please the IRA
Armarlite Rifle
They use it eveyday

(guitar solo)

Do you damage
Do you harm
Blow your head off
Blow your guts out
I disapprove of it
So does Jon
Do you damage
Do you damage

Damage!

Damage!

Damage

Damage!

Damage!

I'm in such a Beatles mood. . .can't decide between The Long and Winding Road and Across the Universe. . .Besame Mucho. . .? Yeah. Those.

sCARLET PUSSy by princE




Once upon a time in the Land of Fever
There lived a scarlet pussy
This kitty cat of fine descent was cherished by her mother
Who wouldn't let another pet her
Unless he was qualified
Every first of the month this pretty feline got the hots
And that's when the neighborhood d-d-dogs
They'd line up around the block
Meow!

When my little scarlet feline roars
The locals come around (Come around)
When they see the scarlet light
They know it's time 2 come chase her down (Chase her down)

Lo and behold - the fantastical way in which their bodies groove
My Scarlet Pussy's furry magic alters any mood (Scarlet Pussy, hey)
It's cool (Scarlet Pussy, yeah)
Ahh, pussycat, pussycat - wherefore art thou, puppy?

CHORUS:
She can make U crazy if U're 2 close 2 her heat
She can make U sad when U're happy as can be
She can make U shoot your ego all over her sheets
All is hers in love and war, my little Scarlet Pussy

Every dog would try his lines 2 get Pussy's attention (Hey, baby!)
All they want is so exposed in ways 2 gross 2 mention (Eew!)
Green virgin teenager or filthy rich yuppie?
Pussycat, pussycat - wherefore art thou, puppy?
(Scarlet Pussy)

She can make U crazy if U're 2 close 2 her heat
She can make U sad when U're happy as can be
She can make U shoot your ego all over your sheets
All is hers in love and war, my little Scarlet Pussy

Meow {x2}
Now what's going on?
I don't know, man, look out!
Somebody come get this meow-meow off my leg! (Purr)
Meow! (Hiss hiss!)

Scarlet Pussy
Pussycat, pussycat - wherefore art thou, puppy?
Meow

CHORUS

All is hers in love and war, my little Scarlet Pussy
Oh yeah - my little Scarlet Pussy

She can make U happy, she can make U sad
She can make U crazy (Crazy)
She can make U shiver from your head down 2 your feet
She can make U shoot your ego all over her sheets (Oh!)

{crowd noise}

CHORUS

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.


What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong

Solace said:

I don't know why, but I have always hated that song. Does that make me evil?

Sweeny79 said:

Yes, that makes you a very evil person.

Paisley said:

CtheUncanny said:

I'm feelin that one C, here's another one by Johnny that might hit the spot.

Wanna buy a new car
But the price ain't right
Be a downside cheaper (yes it would)
Start riding a bike
They are making milk out of powder
Got the baby's crying
Rent's gone up higher
Got the parents lying (i'll pay you tomorrow)

Lord , its a real mother for ya (yeah)
make you wanna run for cover
And if you look you will discover (yeah)
Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah.

Got to go to a disco
Throw your troubles away
Dance to the music
That the DJ's play
And then the light come on
Like you knew they would
Go home and face the music
that dont sound to good

Lord, its a real mother for ya (yeah)
make you wanna run for cover
And if you look you will discover (yeah)
Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah.

Lord , its a real mother for ya (yeah)
make you wanna run for cover (yes it will)
And if you look you will discover (yeah)
Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah
its a real mother for ya yeah (auw, get out of here)

Too cold

Gimme 3 gallons of no lead

and two hot dogs and a strawberryshake