Intro Mi sveglio morto Ancora attivo Non ti miro Guardo giù Nel oblio scrivo Lettere d’incenso vivo Il fumo passivo chiamato dalle bombe Attivo Reazione chimica esotermica a cui ho retribuito In modo Discontinuo ho sentito e ho parlato anch’io guardano tutti dove tibutti raccogli i frutti se son tutti marci com’è che va Entra in gioco la doppia personalità Chi lo sa come va 1 da tenere qua e c’è sempre l’altra Mood basta entro in gara si sa come è sto gioco del rap Riparti da te stesso nessuno lo farà da troppi anni che tento e ci entro a stento la bocca fuma Come sulla luna raggio di fortuna che mi eleva sempre Raggio di sole che mi spegne e mi accende Come al rogo dal fuoco ho messo in moto e sono andato via anche quando nessuno mi ci ha portato Chiedo a me la parte migliore ma poi passo ore ad aspettare che passi solamente
Alchemist, you know me, man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm sayin'? Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man, I found these shits up in the crib, man in boxes, man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit Fuck it, check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself, a old man, a OG Some niggas will conversate with liers all-day Time pass- (nah, lemme start somethin' else) Soul on-ice, death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison, when you live around clowns I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal, 'cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is, I'm a prince, I'ma get slain Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas, who should lie in the morgue Rarely, y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo, said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh, shit, Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number, damn No, this rhyme is weak This is weak, I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a-, what the fu-? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death (uh) The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this, nah, it's weak) The money's ya religion, sky the limit live life Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence, become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thieves, murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well-dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears, wet turned out to be Pioneers vets' amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liars and squares My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my two-way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes, writin' this bullshit! (My book of rhymes) Nah, never that, fuck that, aw, why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh, you a funny nigga, now, yeah (My book of rhymes) I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now (I'ma start something-) Fuck that, I'ma write again, now fuck that I musta been high on some shit, hmm, what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the hood Our values so low, our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded 'Cause now we need it We older almost able t- I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent, while I'm stressin' and shit Ayo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way "Such a innocent child" is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant, uh (Kinda crazy)
E ricordo i giorni chiuso nella stanza Quando non avevo amici sotto bamba Quando nessuno ancora aveva una condanna Quando mi bastava solamente una canna E ora il tempo che non passa Arriva un’altra condanna E non so più come fare per far smettere di pianger mamma Amici morti per la bianca Sta vita che ci inganna Gente che promette di tutto e non da mai abbastanza E ricordi i giorni sotto al parcheggione Dove i tossici si fanno un’altra dose Dove se ti buchi il peggio passa altrove Soltanto per scappare da tutte queste paranoie
Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm saying? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I found these shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liars all day Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina, I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak, This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a, what the fu? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares, (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga, naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we should of heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able to I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)
La mia ferita non guarisce se la cuce, dottore Se lei la chiude Per zittirla, mentre brucia d'amore Come pensa che riceverà la luce del sole? Io non penso che ci potremo salvare da soli. Quando scrivo ho mani alate, Stringo ciò che Mai avrai. Stringo il Nastro azzurro... (x) Maria Lai. I fan coprono il cielo.. Con le Mani alzate.. Vorrei che inviaste un po' di luce, mica likes. Io vorrei camminare a piedi nudi, mica Nike! Vorrei che dalle strade sradicassero l'asfalto! Anche se le mie gambe si sporcassero col fango! Mentre impari a volare, in quanti buchi ricadrai! E cadi Sotto terra Se cerchi Sotto pelle La tua verità, come Chiavi Nel Sottosella Stelle Sotto quelle Mentre pubblico sta strofa Al buio Vedrai Maya: mai. Mai cazzate M'ha cazziato Ho ammirato il litorale dei pensieri più bui, Di chi continua a tribolare fino a farsi stritolare È singolare, ognuno ha il proprio materiale con cui / costantemente si flagella, Senza avere Estinto il male. Ognuno ha i propri metodi, Disfunzionali tutti. Non chiamarci maturi, Anche se puoi chiamarci Adulti._ _Per favore, dite ai miei genitori che Li ricoredemo Una poesia ognuno, Come Spoon Ri - ver In riviera il vento è caldo Esodi Odi ed epodi Brezza e leggerezza Sacrificio e grazia Par condicio Ero folle, come la Folla di Milano centrale Continuavo a cercare
@@peking.oangelo badalamenti used a lot of similar pad synths in his soundtracks, I can def hear the similarities but I’m 99% sure this is all sampled from the shining ost
Got that book of rhymes talkin unwritten in my heart not my mind out my prime yall can take tha draw flip tha dime ima take it slow cuz I know how I am capable of graspin flow wait I mean I let it go they dont know how i be so upderrr sippin up that water fuckin they on they daughter welcome the house this is where we bring the slaughter form the arts call this alchemy when theres no sound to be turn the lights off get up around from me metamorph into a beast upderrr upderrrr
In X Men 2 the main villain of that movie was Stryker..........and also Magneto In X Men 3 the villain was Jean Grey...........and also Magneto In Days of Future Past the antagonists were basically the Sentinels.........but also Magento And in this movie the villain is Apocalypse.......................and also Magento
Rewatching this movie is frustrating because everybody is an asshole Mary Jane is an asshole Aunt May is rude as fuck harry's the biggest piece of shit ever
In the beginning of this movie, Magneto seems like a pretty chill guy! But all you gotta do with Magneto is go up to him and be like “Hey! Do you wanna go kill some people?” And he’s like “**DIE DIE DIE!!!**”
I've been writing to this beat for about 9 years. It's my go to. Thanks for putting this up way back then. Got me through alot of venting through the years.
The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some Will we ever do it big or just keep settling for lil' We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers We all talk having greens, but none of us own acres If none of us own acres and none of us grow wheat Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat? So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding 'Cause all we seem to give them is some ballin' and some dancin' And some talkin' about our car and imaginary mansions We should be indicted for b- we inciting Hand the children death and pretend that it's exciting We are advertisements for agony and pain We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game Just like Oliver North introduced us to In the 80s when the came on military plane Few months ago, I told the American people I did not trade arms for hostages My heart and my best intentions still tell me that's true But the facts and the evidence tell me it is not The end of the Reagan era, I'm like eleven or twelve or Old enough to understand that had changed forever They declared the war on, like a war on terror But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever But mostly black boys, but they would call us And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they Boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches And they would take our and moneys as they pick our pockets I guess that that's the privilege of policing for some profits But thanks to Reaganomics, prison turned to profits 'Cause free labor's the cornerstone of US economics 'Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison You think I am, then read the 13th Amendment Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits That's why they givin' offenders time in double digits Ronald Reagan was a actor, not at all a factor Just an employee of the country's real masters Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters If you don't believe the theory, then argue with this logic Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Gaddafi? We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby Same as in Iraq and Afghanistan And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran They only love the rich and how they loathe the poor If I say any more they might be at my door Shh, who the f- is that staring in my window? Doing that surveillance on Mr. Michael Render I'm dropping off the grid before they pump the lead I leave you with four words I'm glad Reagan dead
[Intro: Camu Tao] Pump this sh- Pump this sh- Pump this sh- Pump this sh- [Chorus: Camu Tao] So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit-pump this shit-pump this shit So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit-pump this shit-pump this shit [Verse 1] Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse Prolly got me on a radar with a dot These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene Shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I'm a Rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee Shitty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo Now I'm rarified, signal lit verified bossy Fuck your droid noise, void boys' 'noid ploy Oi oi, I'll rugby-kick the shit out your groin, boy (Oy vey!) he slayers of your harmony porn life Throat fuck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite Holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server Fit a hearse with a burner, whip to the church of a murder sermon Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further Future of a gerbil up ass of masochist, that's my word up [Chorus: Camu Tao] So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit-pump this shit-pump this shit So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit-pump this shit-pump this shit [Bridge: El-P & Camu Tao] (Pump this shit) In your floating whip system (Pump this shit) In the bread line, the prison (Pump this shit) From the chip under your wrist skin You are so fucking paranoid [Verse 2: El-P] I am Sam, I am known to go HAM, the full retard Playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Bimmer Either, etherlicious or rebel yelling anathema Son of forgotten freedom, rebel ¡Arriba 'riba! Metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dreamer Your polluted house speaker, leader Yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer Here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer Steer a path away from the panic of our era Pyramided ocular, unlided insignia Weirder here's another burner born and big in ya Sector, rectified and fly sound selector I'm a fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc BK to the basic DNA math measurer Better leave the lion alone do not pet him He'll fuck-start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather Whoa [Chorus: Camu Tao] So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit-pump this shit-pump this shit So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit like they do in the future So you should pump this shit-pump this shit-pump this shit [Break: Shifted Voice] Where harmony and love reign No longer do we live in a society bent on its own destruction Children of every race, creed and religion frolic through fields Of golden dandelions [Break: El-P] Lil bitch Lil bitch Lil bitch Hahaha, that's some Camu shit [Verse 3: El-P] Those who know, lust. Trust: the flow is disgust, touch Producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush I'm potent, intact, a black-hearted and lunged-up Tarded and touched, plus designer of funk rust Oh, El is back on that shit, huh? That Paincave Kid talk At the end of the painbow, the permanent stain bot Maligning my name will holy ark up your squad's face Viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way You get it? I don't fade, just float where the poem slays At home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great I called but got a tone: better boat out the borough post-haste
