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Various - Judgement Night

1. Just Another Victim (Helmet)
2. Fallin' (Teenage Fanclub)
3. Me, Myself & My Microphone (Living Colour)
4. Judgement Night (Biohazard)
5. Disorder (Slayer)
6. Another Body Murdered (Faith no More)
7. I Love You Mary Jane (Sonic Youth & Cypress Hill)
8. Freak Momma (Mudhoney)
9. Missing Link (Dinosaur Jr)
10. Come and Die (Therapy)
11. Real Thing (Pearl Jam & Cypres Hill)

1. Just Another Victim (Helmet)

Victimized
But you're in bed
Stumble out
And run dead
If it ever paid
To self start
Enviroment
Make you smart

Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim, kid

I heard it once
But not before
Begging off
And livin' bored
My hands are tied
Webbed feet again
Fell in behind
And claim us dead

Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim

Cast this
In spite of truth
Give it up
I'll lie to you
Blame and flame this
Turnid stat (???)
Pointed finger
You fall apart

Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim

You played yourself
Now you're pointin' fingers
How i've robbed and raped ya
Bruised and scraped ya
But those are just lies
Cause in your eyes
You've been victimized
It's how you size it up
You disguise it up
And try to make it look real
To cover up the low self esteem you feel
Introspection
And afterthought
Swimmin' in guilt's your favorite sport
But now you're caught up
In the undertow,
You never knew a man
Could sink so low
But now you know
Cause you're John Doe
In a black bag
A tag on your toe
I built the House
I felt the Pain
You're victimized
But got no one to blame

Just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
Just another victim
You're just another victim, kid

Holy diver
I'm a surviver
Feeling like DeNiro
In Taxi Driver
With Jodi Foster
And Harvy Keitel
Looks like I'm walkin'
Through a livin' hell
So spark that owl
And I'll get lifted
Feelin the effects
Of what my spliff did
Cause I'm gifted
I read Sun Tzu
I bought a gun too
So you'll never come too
The weight of the world
Ridin' on my shoulders
Cause I'm a soldier
I thought I told ya

You're just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
You're just another victim
You're just another victim, kid

2. Fallin' (Teenage Fanclub)

Intro
Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn' at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...
Verse 1
Hey, yo kids! (What's up!)
Remember when I used to be dope? (Yeah...)
I owned a pocketful of fame...
(But look what you're doin' now!)
I know, well I know
I lost touch with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)
Can't believe I used to be Mr Steve Austin on the mic
Six million ways I used to run it
I guess Oscar Goldman got mad
Cos I got loose circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...)
I be the Mother Goose with the eggs
That seem to be...
[Fallin'...]
Chorus
You played yourself x4
Verse 2
A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta here
Mama don't love me and my mama don't care
Read the papers the headlines say
"Washed up Rapper Got Some [Buck-kawk!]"
Lingo's busted while the guitar sways
B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin'
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum programmer wore a Kangol
Never could be light, great fish won't bite
Fake, realise that I'm over like clover
No good luckin' so Mase beep the f(Hey!)ckin' beat
While the Teenage fan the heat
I bring it to the glues, paid all my dues
So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stallin'
Cos everything I do is like Fallin'
[Fallin'...]
Repeat chorus (many times)

3. Me, Myself & My Microphone (Living Colour)

[DMC]
I'm never alone, I'm in a zone of stone
I never leave home without my microphone
I break backbones, like a stone I roll
I knick-knack paddy-wack and give a dog a bone

Like Al Capone, I am a Donafone
At the mouth, shout it out, when I groan and tone
I go Uptown, I come back home
With who? me, myself and my microphone

[Living Colour/DMC]
I go Uptown, I come back home
With who? me, myself and my microphone (x4)

[Run]
It's like this y'all, it don't stop
Ya see I'm Uptown and rockin the dope spot
So I dip to the dive, drive and come alive
The two MCs that make you arrive

For all in short, my name is Run
I rock big parties, have big fun
The mind blowin party rockin MC fiend
Who made his home till it totalled a team

The cool calm brother from around The Way
Where from? DJ Run meet a kid named (Jay)
We go Uptown, and come back home
With who? me, myself and my microphone

[Living Colour/DMC]
I go Uptown, I come back home
With who? me, myself and my microphone (x4)

[DMC]
Give much respect, when I flex my tech
Unique when I speak, and I wreck your deck
I used to take the train, to go to school
The microphone holder, known the golden rule

I pop up, you can't stop my flow
I rock it in my pocket everytime I go
Straight Uptown, I come back home
With who? me, myself and my microphone

[Living Colour/DMC]
I go Uptown, I come back home
With who? me, myself and my microphone (x4)

4. Judgement Night (Biohazard)

5. Disorder (Slayer)

Waaaaaaaaar

Our Government is fucked
Sure to bring us down
The media incites civil unrest
Hatred can bring you down

Chorus:
War War
I don't want your war
War War
We don't need your war
We don't need your war
War

Military fist-fucking countries
Trying to bring 'em to their knees
Spill your blood to save humanity
Dying for the food we feed
Chorus
Our Government is fucked
Sure to bring us down
The media incites civil unrest
Hatred can bring you down

....... drive you crazy
And drove L.A. insane
In this generation
Hatred is the name

Chorus

L.A. '92

......... to make you cry
The answer to this question is we ain't gonna die

L.A. '92

Police has met their own distress (?)
All over make a fucking mess (?)
..... my fucking ass
............................

L.A. '92

Billy's got himself a gun
He's going to fucking war
He won't revert to sticks and stones
Just bullet holes and broken bones

Chaos, chaos, chaos
Don't give a fuck

................. knock you down
No one is supposed to tell you.... (?)
.................. might lock you in a cell
We ain't got no shit, then how do you know?

Chaos, chaos, chaos
Don't give a fuck
Disorder (repeat)

6. Another Body Murdered (Faith no More)

(Patton...)

Turn me up

Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away
The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay
And if they pay then they pay with they life
So watch another man try to hold on to his life

Cause' I keep lookin' and huntin' just like a lion
Let the sucka' know that it's them that be dyin'
I show no remorse to the source of the tales
And if they tell then the hungry better battle

Aw I keep it comin' and comin' across the table
And if I miss, I never miss, cuz Im able
I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder
And I'll make a simple sin to make the bonus
But I'll never bless the rest, so never cease
I'll do a motherfucker with this restin' piece
Cause' what they saw they never seen or even heard of
And if they live, it's just another body murdered....
.....another body murdered....

(Patton)

I'm makin' deals for deals that make a kill
And anyone looking gonna' get that ass killed
I'm livin' like a criminal and criminal I be
And I'm respected in the hood like a 'G'
But if they think I'm blasted then they gone
I'm takin' off they're head with a motherfuckin' chrome
I gotta pay the play the pay ta' get crooked
And I ain't 'BOO' til' I dump another fool
I see the fool runnin' and runnin' but where they goin' ?
Had to witness my murder now they knowin'
What they blast so blast so at the pad
I'll have the thing fixed...My life was goin' in a flash....If I went to say
---- that'd be my ass
Searching for these fools while stepping cross the squares
Cause they can't hide and hide and that's real
And what you just witnessed with your eyes got ta' kill....
.....another body murdered.....

Bang your head to this....Turn me up!....another body murdered

(Once again, Mr. Patton)

...Faith No More....
I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered, ehh...Boo-Yaa
T.R.I.B.E...

I have to get it together to watch a body get murdered

Bang your head...come on...Bang your head....
....Bang your head.......Bang you head to this....

(More Patton)

I see a fool an' I try an' test the fool
I testify that the fool will have to lose
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. gotta keep it low
Cause the brother that was shot with my motherfuckin Uz..ooooh...
As I bail with my head up
Round they crowd someone kicks my luck and then I get up
All these busters on my trail
Well they get where I'm at, but the fail cause' they can't bail
I keep bailin' I been stickin' my shit ever since they've had me jailed in
But it ain't all about servin' time...
It's about breakin' down the verd(ict) and servin' mine....

Another pass or passive
You wanta' play it by the Ridd did the king start blastin'
All these fools goin' up they sigh
They try to test mine
They never get to know why
Oooh how long can you live when a gangster like the Ridd keep smokin' that
ass.....

Bang your head to this...

(Patton)

Turn me up.....I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered..ehh
Faith No More......I had to get it together to watch a body get murdered
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.....Murder well I won�

7. I Love You Mary Jane (Sonic Youth & Cypress Hill)

Sugar come back, Get me high
Sugar come back, Get me high

Look who's back on the program
Hookin' up another fly joint
When I flow on the slow jam.
When I shift I kick to go
Like a fat drunk and I light up a fat spliff
Take a wiff
Can you smell that in the air?
When the smoke come out the building from every where
Shit I still get down
So just sit down
When my thoughts stops crawling
Time to sit down
With yet I go wrong
You got to hit my bong
Later on then I'll be getting high all alone
You got a friend named Mary Jane
And she make me feel stange
Now I've got to call out her name

I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high

Can I call Marijuanna
If you wanna party
While shit I'm gonna as soon as she comes out
Round to my neighberhood
Damm and she always smells good
Let me make this understood
Are you expirienced
Have you ever been experienced
Not for the life, make you delerious
Why is the room spinnin'
I can't stop now
I must have been drinking
'Cause this ain't pot
That's doing me like this
I feel ill now I'm calling out to Mary
Cause I just can't deal

I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high

8. Freak Momma (Mudhoney)

The mack is back
Sweeping up snack packs
Still slinging that game on the rock track
Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no
Here we go again setting up shop, yep
Looking for a thing with a nice hips
Gotta have a set of them thick lips
When it comes to sex I want a freak no lease with a baby got back teets
It's on, why not get it on tape, son?
Here I come with another one
I wanna put you in the mud, honey
Spittin' out of them guts like it ain't funny
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call Mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g

Freak momma
(Freak)
Freak momma
(Freak) yo
Freak momma
(Freak)

Slow this on down, y'all
Bring it back

Verse two, to the mack it ain't never through
Oh, nasty rapper want to give it to
You can dance on that table and play that stipper role and make love on the console
She ain't nothing nice
Undercover vice done picked her up twice
She ain't no ho though, think you don't know though, she'll put you on the floor and then oh, no
Wine, wine, wine, sexy dancer, no need to romance ya'
I just want to tap that bird, so heed the word ya' just heard
We cuss and fuss and kick up much dust, but you know, rap stars, you can trust us
Ain't no sense in throwing no drag or drama
Come on baby, give me that freak momma, freak momma

Ah, ha
Freak momma
Yeah, (freak) yeah
Freak
Freak momma
(Freak)
It's the only happening thing, yeah
Freak momma
(Freak)
Ah

Mister Bridget wants to get ya'
Take a few nasty pictures, and then flip ya', kiss ya', stick ya' in make-up
Baby I just wanna get with ya'
Loving these type of lyrics
And baby I was raised on Prince, not crack, so I gotta let you hear it
I can't help myself, I love sexy and controversy
Invasion of the rump snatcher
Got much stabs, so you know I'll catch ya'
So don't try to break, cause I come off straight, and other rappers try to come off cake,
and their minds are stuck on me, and I'm stuck on you
And step on me, and I'll step on you
I ain't thinking about a man when I come through
We can peel out on these Yokohamas
Just me and my freak momma, freak momma
Yeah

Freak momma
(Freak)
Freak momma
Let's see if I can do some of that Mudhoney vocals
(Feak) Ah, ha ha
Freak momma
Yeah
(Freak)
Just lost my street credibility, y'all
Ha ha ha ha
Freaky, come on

10. Come and Die (Therapy)

Yeah, ha

Fatal in the building

Yeah, come and die
Yeah, ha, come and die with me
Yeah, die, come and die
Die, die (die), come and die with me

Feel the helter skelter
Baby come on get help
You'd better run and maybe get some shelter
Cos I ain't with the bullshit
Push it in, pull it back
Then I hit you with a full clip
Then watch you bleed
You killed my seed
And I will want to push you on your knees
So look into my eyes
It's time to die

Yeah
Come and die, come and die, come and die
Come and die with me
Yeah
Come and die (die), come and die (die), come and die (die)
Come and die with me

Come on (die), come on (die)
Yeah (die, die, die, die)
Yeah

You can't run
You can't hide
I'm gonna kill you (ha)

You can't run, I'm gonna get you
You can't hide, I'm gonna find you
You can't run, I'm gonna kill you
You can't hide, I'm gonna kill you

Heads on the floor
I'm going insane
When they catch this motherfucker
I'm a true fucking brains
Picking up a past time, wait
This is a crazy to make for my kid and my wife
Everything belongs to suicide
Singing in petrified hope
But you can't running high
Bitch, there ain't no need to cry
Time's up
It's time to die

Yeah, come and die (die)
Come on, come and die (die)
Ha, come and die (die)
Come and die with me

Die, come and die
Die, come and die
(Die) come and die (die)
Come and die with me

Ha, ha
[...] motherfucker
Now it's time to die

(Ha, die, ha, die, die, die)

Die (yeah)

Come and die (die)
Come and die (die)
Come and die (come on)
Come and die with me

(Yeah) come on
Come and die (die)
Come and die (die)
Come and die (die, die)
Come and die with me

Yeah, fuck!
Come and die
Die, motherfucker
Bring it on
Come and die
Die (die)
Die, die
Come on, bring it on
I want you to die
Die, motherfucker, die, ha
Die
Die

11. Real Thing (Pearl Jam & Cypres Hill)

It's time
I came to get mine
Runnin' through the hoods with a hand on the nine
Why do the pigs come
Bring your ass on
Cross the line so I can get the blast on
Oh shit! I'm empty
But I got a shank on the side, so don't even tempt me
Runnin' the program, Cypress Hill on the real
With the Pearl Jam and I'm packin' the steel
Don't come my way
'Cause it only takes one minute to reach for the AK
Then POW
What ya gonna do now
Nowhere to run when my dog's on the prowl
Growlin'
Howlin'
Give it up punk, you might want to throw the towel in
I like doin' the ill thing
'Cause ain't nothin' like the real thing

It ain't nothin' like the real thing
The real thing
It ain't nothin' like the real
Ain't nothin' but the real thing
The real thing
Ain't nothin' but the Hill
Ain't nothin' but the real thing
The real thing
Ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' but the real thing
The real thing
Ain't nothin' but the Hill

"Question: What's the real?"

Keep me a tazer
Up in the blazer
And the black nine
By the waistline
Never know when someone'll test ya
Let you know I got mine by my body, yes y'all
I'm the victim that became the attacker
Have my little friend waitin' for the car-jacker
That'll do anything for the looper
When I leave the Hill I struck when I swoop

Click-clack bang bang
'Cause it ain't no thang
When I hang with Stone and I kick that funky slang
I got the funk when I got ta do the ill thing
'Cause ain't nothin' like a real thing

It ain't nothin' like the real thing
The real thing
It ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
The real thing
Ain't nothin' but the real
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
The real thing
Ain't nothin' but the Hill
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
The real thing
Ain't nothin' but the Hill

"Yeah! It ain't nothin' but the real thing. Usin' the real thing you got
that right in your pocket: Boom! Just like that. When you rollin' in they
lookin' at you crazy. Just let 'em know you got the real thing baby, 'cause
the real thing'll make 'em get mad. Yeah! Right now I'm gon' be outta here
baby, yeah."