You know that song's by Minor Threat and was covered by RATM, right?

Lateralus by Tool

Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me
Lets me see
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn beyond the lines of reason
Push the envelope; watch it bend

Over thinking, over analysing separates the body from the mind
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines

Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me
Lets me see there is so much more
And beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason
Push the envelope. Watch it bend

Over thinking, over analysing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line
Reaching out to embrace the random
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come

I embrace my desire to
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected
Enough to step aside and weep like a widow
To feel inspired, to fathom the power,
To witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
To swing on the spiral
Of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
Between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin
I’m reaching up and reaching out,
I’m reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me, whatever will bewilder me
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one’s been
We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been

Spiral out. Keep going
Spiral out. Keep going
Sprial out. Keep going
Spiral out. Keep going

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The acoustic version of this song makes me melt.

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Back in July, before me and my gf actually got together, we actually slept together for 3 nights, and each one of them was amazing. Anyway, each morning, she'd be gone to school, and I wouldn't see her until the following night. So now, fast forward to September. Her, along with my cousin and his gf, went to a concert in Phoenix that I didn't get the chance to go to. The whole time they were gone, all I could think about was her and how badly I wanted to sleep next to her again. While they were away, I just listened to the same stuff I had been listening to, but the night before they came back, I dl'ed and listened to this song that just blew my mind because it was an EXACT description of what I was feeling at the time. Anyway, here's the lyrics...

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Today it's Lemon Jelly- Page One. Downlaod them, you won't be dissapointed.

Imagine if you can what it is like to have no posessions at all.
Nothing. Very few people are able to imagine such a thing, to have nothing at all.
Well let us, you and I, try to imagine something a hundred times harder.
Not just to have nothing at all, but when there was nothing at all.
The very beginning of time. The dawn of history. Page one.
Nothing at all.
The earth itself with out form, and void.
Only an emptyness, formless, a dark endless waste of water.
No living thing, no plant or tree, no bird or animal.
Nothing.
This is before people. Before anything at all. A void. Sitting silent.
Still.
And then...

Nothing.

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Nice to know you - Incubus

I haven't felt the way I feel today,
In so long it's hard for me to specify.
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels like a waking limb...
Pins and needles,
Nice to know you,
Goodbye!
Nice to know you,
Goodbye!

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LOCK THE DOORS, TURN OFF THE LIGHTS, REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES!!!!!!

I don't want to play 10 years in the NBA and then die of a heart attack at 40. - "Pistol" Pete Maravich

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Stickam

I have a lot of favorite lyrics, but the two that stick out of my mind right now are by Kanye, and they only stick out because I've listened to them a lot lately:

"Money isn't everything, but havin' it is"
and
"Shoot for the stars so you can fall on a cloud"

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The king's crossing was the main attraction
Dominos are falling in a chain reaction
The scraping subject ruled by fear told me
Whiskey works better than beer

The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final
And nobody gets a reprieve
And every wave is tidal
If you hang around
You're going to get wet

I can't prepare for death any more than I already have
All you can do now is watch the shells
The game looks easy, that's why it sells
Frustrated fireworks inside your head
Are going to stand and deliver talk instead
The method acting that pays my bills
Keeps the fat man feeding in Beverly Hills
I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity
And I get my check from the trash treasury
Because I took my own insides out

It don't matter because I have no sex life
All I want to do now is inject my ex-wife
I've seen the movie
And I know what happens

It's Christmas time
And the needles on the tree
A skinny Santa is bringing something to me
His voice is overwhelming
But his speech is slurred
And I only understand every other word
Open your parachute and grab your gun
Falling down like an omen, a setting sun
Read the part and return at five
It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive
But I don't care if I f..k up
I'm going on a date
With a rich white lady
Ain't life great?
Give me one good reason not to do it
(Because we love you)
So do it

This is the place where time reverses
Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses
Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don't let me get carried away
Don't let me get carried away
Don't let me be carried away

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Good lookin' Fed on sendin me this song.


Ras Kass:
You want to talk to God? God never sleeps.

Chorus
Ras Kass: Now what came first, the chicken or the egg?
God: Armageddon.
Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head.
Headin in your direction.
The riddle was the answer to the question.
Born of the flesh, what is perfection

Ras Kass:
Inside my mother's womb,doomed to return to the tomb.
Or was it from the dead I was raised?
All too soon to pay, on judgement day,
Is this beginning or the ending,
Died sinning, still winning, still grinning.
This ending, verdict still pending, born pretending,
Three-hundred billion men, women, and children.
Deja vu, could be I'm dreaming,
But we all ask for divine reason,
While still breathing, and until leaving.
Who?, What?, When? Where?, How?
But most of all why?

God:
Why what?

Ras Kass:
Do we live just to die?

God:
The Book was written.
Way before the apple got bitten.
There's no God but me, mathematically, in division.
My decision was all inventions.
I need not mention infinite dementions.
But the human mind's flaw was limited comprehension.
So while you try to travel to Mars and the stars,
The God manifests through the entire universe.
>From the Sun, Moon, the Earth.
I created man in my image and the black man was first.
The scientific explanation, yea I made man out of dirt.

Ras Kass:
But how can a man be first, when its the woman that's giving birth?

God:
Listen, single-celled organisms.
The homosapien, the albanein

Ras Kass:
What's that?

God:
White people.

Ras Kass:
They keep the world seperate and unequal.

God:
The teach you, right is wrong, wrong is right.
Up is down.
<?>Teaches King Arthur's throne, is the planets that are round<?>

Ras Kass:
Can we really time travel, and is there life in outer space?

God:
Wait, you knew all this in the first place.
You tryin to get to God.

Ras Kass:
But, I've fallen from your grace.
A billion paths to take, but which one is truly straight?

Chorus

Ras Kass:
Can you walk across water or rise from the dead?
I heard he said he lived, in the son of man's legs.

God:
Its a process, sh.t dont just happen, I create it.
Everything you see, and sh.t you dont, son I made it, and weighed it.
I'm the big bang theory and evolution.
Been there, done that, from revolution to prostitution.
The first and final solution.
The quaran, bible, and vedas, is only tools,
dont be confused when the medula oblagada do

Ras Kass:
Oh, so revelations is Genesis.

God:
Three-sixty degrees are limitless.

Satan:
sh.t, my motherf..kin nemesis.

Ras Kass:
Who is you?

Satan:
Son, I thought you knew.
Who else? Lucifer, the lie bearer stupid, the devil himself.
He the creator, we all the creations, guess i'm eternal damnation.
Got you b..ches seaking your own salvation.
Who taught you how to pray?
You read it in the book, look, your bear witness to Amen Ray.
Every day when you say Amen, and then turn around and preach worshipin false
Gods,
Is an unforgettable sin.
Yea the good book is like comic books,
You take 'em too literal,
I tricked you in to believin' the power to reason,
Makes you able to live infinitely, in the physical.
Guess I'm the pawn com lyrical.
Basically I tell true lies in general, the yin and the yang
The player with a trillion years of game.

God:
He got you sellin your spiritual, for power, monery, and fame,
I came out of triple stage darkness, gave mortals my attributes.
But even you may be a mystery God like the Lockness,
And use science to prove or disprove my existence.
Tryin to unlock this, artificial intelligence, cloned in a space station,
Tryin to build the tower of babylon.
But you sadly mistaken, when I start erasin homosapiens.
You lookin for an angel with wings,
I'm 'a bring young niggas with a ak, f..k a alien.

Ras Kass:
So what you sayin then, you the one that created sin.

God:
What you call mother nature, was the nature of me.
What you call evil, ultimately, was the force inside of me.
Matter cant be created or destroyed it just changes shape.
One God, many people, and many faiths.
And this is how I wanted it done.

Ras Kass:
Wait, wait, hold up.
Father tell me, who is God's son?

Chorus<X2>

God:
I be the Jesus to your Buddah, the Chrishna at your Junah,
The big kahauna, Jehova Witnesses, suede pumas.
Zues, Pharoah, Eloheim, Saturn, Yaweh, Jah,
Rastafari, Allah, the most high.
A being, only that I'm not.
I'm the oceans, the trees, a bumble bee, and a glock.
Earthquakes, how much money you ever take.
The reason behind every mistake mankind continually makes.

Ras Kass:
Did God create man, or did man need to create God?

Satan:
The answer is both, cause how mortals look at God is odd.

God:
You try to customize me to be comfortable.
For what you want to do, and how you choose to act.
The Pope and Christians will tell you God aint black.
But to get something from nothing is physically impossible, thats a fact.

Satan:
Black is the combination of all colors

Ras Kass:
White is the lack thereof.


God:
Darkness is beneath the ground, and in the skies up above.
The clue, is that the true illumination is me, not illuminati.
Cause I alone discriminate, and eliminate
Any who be believing they can rationalize our out reason he.
Who created your creature, the student can never be greater than the teacher.
Whether its Adam and Eve, or atomic chemistry.
I'm the one true source of all energy.
Who will eventually destroy every enemy when I see fit.
I cant blaspheme my own name so when Goddamnit, so be it.

Satan:
Thats called the wrath of God, but we gotta deal, I can chill
f..k up the whole world, and in the end,
He'll still fulfill his plan, to return man to his original position.
Nigga gave me some hooks, and said I gets to go fishin.

God:
I gave man doiminion over the Earth, to master the wealth.
But most of my children dont have dominion over theyself.

Satan:
Thats where I come in.
Call it original sin.
Well, who really gives a flying f..k?
I taught you how to blood suck, and ultimately self destruct.

God:
Know the ledge, wise the dome, do the data.
I'm the alpha.

Satan:
I'm the beta.

Ras Kass:
And I'm omega.
To be or not to be was man's question since conception.
I think therefore I am, was man's preception.
But the birth is the ressurection.
The son of God, or God's son, that lights our entire spectrum.
You got everlasting life, long as you got day and night.
Illumination, not education, to bring the blind sight.
And what you need to know is that you'll never know it all.
I'm a lowercase g, son of the ever-living God.

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It's coming.

Classic sh.t imolater.

O.C. - Time's Up, great song off an underrated album.

You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacin
f..k who that I offend rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
but turned b..ch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

"Their time's limited, hard rocks too" -> Slick Rick
(from the song _Hey Young World_)

Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel.

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Fed, O.C. is amazing. Now go listen to Boogie Down. Now.

Eminem - Infinite

Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherf..king ass
One time for your motherf..king mind, we represent the 313
You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know sh.t about this
For the 9-6

Verse 1:
Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks run
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming pills or roaches, we sprayed and disinfects
and twist the necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of narration
Hit's a snare and bass in a track f..ked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite

Verse 2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, some fruit to stomp,and then two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the only one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
f..k around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a capella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite

Verse 3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some sh.t that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool, then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tractical, tactful, track tickle your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm Infinite

Chorus:
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm Infinite

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It's coming.