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Intro (Feat. OG No$e)
01:04
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yo, what's up. this is your boy, the OG nose
i represent my homeboy alex, straight outta e-town city, motherfuckers!
he brings you the old school shit with the new school flavor
and he don't give a shit about all you fuckin' haters
he's the last man standing and his mind and his music is his weapon
and with that, he's gonna kill you
this album is so high you can touch the sky
and i'm outta here, motherfuckers...
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2. |
E-Town Concrete
03:44
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i was living here until it was happening
and i am sure that nothing else could ever stop this, man
and to move so far away was like a clever thing
and i'll never regret this step cause i'm king
oh leave it to the people to detect this, yes
and i'm so pretty sure they gonna check this
i'll drive a tricked tricked out lexus
and i look at the city i can take this
it's the dealer on the corner where the one leads
and this shit's so fucking high that your nose bleeds
and the kids of today got no respect
yeah you broke their nose that's correct
aww the halls behind me are they closing in
and the people try just to coming in
my friend said, "no.... don't trust them"
and i said "yeah i'll show them"
cash, culture and violence
violence, wealth and knowledge
vash, culture and violence
oh you're riding and you're riding on the wings of destruction
cash, culture and violence
it's the sword, the jewel, imagination
cash, culture and violence
emo's, bitches can be found
nothings impossible in this town
hardcore gangstas, come down,
i stopped cold from your nervous breakdown
you're poisoned like a rat who drank some fucked up gin
all the people asking where the fuck i have been
the living dead will definetly rise again
my personally lyrically demonstration
people in their home heard the rumble
and the gangstas in this city oh they crumble
and e-town city's nothing but a concrete jungle
and lord I wonder
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3. |
Black Voices
03:17
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every night she feels the heat
white power is on the street
doc martens on their feet
she's feelin the fast heartbeat
her friend's skincolor was black
a knife stuck in his back
she knows the secret fact
the white boys got him stabbed
there are still people on this planet who treat
certain people different...just because of the color of their skin
is it right? no ! so FUCK OFF
the black man did his job
but police still locked him up
surrounded by fashist cops yeah
they killed him with one shot
what's wrong with this fucked up world
i tell ya it's red alert
dark skin means bloody shirt
black voices are so unheard
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4. |
Shoot Him Up
03:18
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This song is dedicated to the president of the united states.
Yeah bitch, it's about you, so fuck you!
The american way of life
It's the american way of lies
Shoot him up - Shoot him up
I don't give a fuck
Cause soon you'll be a dead man
Shoot him up - Shoot him up
And I don't care
Oh president oh president
No one really understands
Why the fuck is war again
Now it's the end for you, my friend
America land of the free?
To me it's just a catastrophy
What happended to our liberty
It aint what it used to be
So you may call it politics
And I just call it secret tricks
But soon i'm gonna get my kicks
Cause your bitch ass is in the mix
You're gonna steal my last nerv
Because of you people die on earth
I hope you get what you deserve
A headshot yeah, without rebirth, SHOT!!!
Your beliefs are based on peace
but I see no peace or release in the middle east
The high priest is pleased to see
How the president is fucking over you and me
What the fuck is wrong with this weird country
Religion, division is separating you from me
Look at all those the families who cried
Who lost their children just because you fuckin' lied
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5. |
Groove Machine
01:40
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Instrumental Song
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6. |
Among The Dead
03:21
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if you count me out you better think again
you better realize now that I ain't stopping
i got no job so many years
i got guitars - hopes, dreams and fears
living out on the meadow hills
living there is an every day struggle
broken bones, broken homes
broken kid's living in the jungle
2K7 in this city its cold as hell in the middle of summer
me and trebor and toby but we got no fuckin drummer
i say we better just hang out now
it's cool make fun of all the fake gangstas
this town is so full of freaks, little bitches, emos and wannabe rappers
can't find a reason why youre so proud...of this town...so you better let me warn ya
here's my message to make it clear...THIS AIN'T CALIFORNIA ! ! !
let me tell you somethin bout this city: it's e-town, man. and it ain't pretty
all my dreams came crashing down, unsatisfied, no girls and no money
and got no band, and no one around, and all the music is gone man
and i was thinking to myself and wondering what the fuck went wrong then
know what it’s like to walk among the dead?
i’m alone in total isolation
no ones there this is my final destination.
old man preaching bout war and peace and the path and total damnation
i always seem to get up get out and survive in every situation
i remember the day i got my first band together we practiced hard and all the time and
i was like: "that sounds good, let's give it a try, let's give it a fuckin run"
we had a garage
we had the drums
we had guitars
we had our songs... playing songs... the punk rock songs...
the punk rock songs..all night long
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7. |
True Romance
01:52
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Instrumental Song
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Fuck the system
Fuck relgion
Fuck this fucked up politicians
Fuck the media
Fuck the scene
These topics make me wanna scream
And that's enough to make me sick
Fuck 'em all
Fuck the government
Fuck the trends
Fuck this fucked up emo bands
Fuck racisism
Fuck this place
This world's full of fuckin' hate
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9. |
AC To The DC (Prelude)
01:15
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Instrumental Song
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She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn bitch that I've ever seen
She's walking side to side
Tellin' me no lies
And she was knockin' me out with those american thighs
Take a look over there
She had me fighting for air
Told me to come
But I was already there
And now the earth was shakin'
My mind was achein'
This bitch was fuckin' crazy
Like I've never seen before
You shook me all night long
She was a double time
In the seduction line
She was one of a kind
She's just mine all mine
And we slept all day
Because we fucked all night
We did all the dirty things
Cause we had nothing to hide
Had to turn me down
And take a look around
And now I'm back in the ring
For another short swing
And now the earth was shakin'
My mind was achein'
And this bitch was fuckin' crazy
Like I've never seen before
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I'll take the 111 bus to E-Town City
Destintion is direction south
I admit, it still looks pretty
Something's changed without a doubt
Seems like everyone dissapeared
I wonder if my old buddies still live here
Out of sight, out of mind
These new times are so unkind
I saw the building called "karate club" there
and I saw my old school
This brings back memories so
Those times were so damn cool
My eyes filled with some tears
I can't believe it's been more than 15 years
Got this feelin' in my head
I know some day I'm coming back
And what I have last
A blast from the past
And as I found the place where grew up then
It reminds me of my youth
All the fun I had with my friends
I wish them back and that's the truth
As I walk along the streets
I'm really starting to remember this old skool heat
Pictures coming thru' my mind
I love and miss those carefree times
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12. |
Ca$h Money
03:00
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Money - is the thing that i need
to calming down my mind and To fulfill my greed
fuck the love, fuck the saving and all that fuckin crap
i try to keep my pockets fat with dollars instead
I need Cash in a hurry and it aint fuckin funny
i'll buy some diamond rings & pink caddys for ma honey
i need money now cuz times are damn hard
i lost my job, my wallet and my fuckin credit card
and that's my situation
so think about it fast cause im still takin donations
cuz i'm hungry for the green backs and all the blank checks
money makes the world go round and never comes back
CASH CASH CASH CASH - MONEY
CASH CASH CASH CASH - MONEY
money - i need to get paid
spending all my cash now is my fuckin fate
with a million bucks
i'm gonna be a rich a man
you call me fuckin greedy
but you're acting like a bitch, man
no one in this world is really proud to be poor
so shut your fuckin mouth now , money is the cure
money - is the thing that i like
we need it every day until we see the light
i'm also takin handouts. It doesn't matter
as long as my pockets grow fatter & fatter & fatter
if you see the dollar signs - in my eyes
you know for sure that won't tell you lies
plus if you hear that ringin sound
you know i got lucky from the money i found
cash is the the thing with the magic touch
i can't live without it cuz i need it so much
you call me greedy once again but you know it's true
it's obvious that you want money too
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13. |
Ca$h Money (Reprise)
00:55
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Money
Money
Money
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14. |
Play That 90's Beat
04:51
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15. |
Quick Death (Remix)
02:12
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16. |
Kill You
02:50
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It's only you and me
It's all reality
So take the consequences
You don't get any other chances
You will regret it
Your'e just a dead bitch
Look who's gonna laugh now
I'm gonna kill you
I'm gonna find you
Bitch, I'm gonna kill you
No one will find you
And like I said
Make a wrong move man and you wake up dead
Yeah, no place to hide
You know your time is up
Yo bitch, shut the fuck up
Your eyes are full of tears
I know your inner fears
For me it's a glory
You beg for sorry
But now it's just too late for ya
Hey bitch, you gonna motherfuckin' die tonight
and why?
Cause you're just a stupid fucked up bitch, yeah!
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17. |
Outro
01:55
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Instrumental Song
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Took the 60 bus
out of downtown Cambell Ben Zanatto
he was on there he was waitin' for me
all the punk rockers
and the moon stompers
are out on the corners where
they're sparing for change
I started thinkin'
you know I started drinkin'
I don't really remember too much of that day
somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
where do you go now when your only 15
with the music execution and the talk of revolution
it bleeds in me and it goes
give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
give 'em the boot, the roots the reggae on my stereo
the radio was playin' Desmond Dekker was singin'
on the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
nothin' incoming but the reggae drummin'
and we all come from unloving homes
I say, why even bother I pick up the bottle
hey mr. bus driver please let these people on
rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
my blurry vision saw nothin' wrong.
with the music execution and the talk of revolution
it bleeds in me and it goes
give 'em the boot, the roots the radicals
give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
give 'em the boot, the roots the reggae on my stereo
yeah , yeah , yeah ,yeah , yeah , yeah, yyeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh
yeah , yeah , yeah ,yeah , yeah , yeah, yyeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh
yeah , yeah , yeah ,yeah , yeah , yeah, yyeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh
yeah , yeah , yeah ,yeah , yeah , yeah, yyeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh
Took the 60 bus
out of downtown Cambell Ben Zanatto
he was on there he was waitin' for me
all the punk rockers
and the moon stompers
are out on the corners where
they're sparing for change
the radio was playin' Desmond Dekker was singin'
on the 43 bus as we climb up the hill
rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
my blurry vision saw nothin' wrong.
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