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Day Man

lyrics:

[Verse 1]
All my favorite things
Left by the side of the road
Packed in boxes
Post-marked until my wit comes home

[Pre-Chorus 1]
So don’t tell me distance gets easier with time, no

[Chorus]
You will always be much better at saying goodbye
You’ll always be much better at saying goodbye

[Verse 2]
There are things we share
And I was ashamed of the liar
Packed in boxes
I set every trace of you on fire

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So don’t tell me distance gets easier with time
You’re a bastard that left no goodbye

[Chorus]
You will always be much better at saying goodbye
You’ll always be much better at saying goodbye

[Bridge] x2
If you must die then die for something
If you’re going to fall I won’t yank the carpet out

You can’t kill the pain
You can’t kill the pain
You can’t kill the pain
You can’t kill the pain

[Outro]
I miss the days you didn’t dump on everyone

Fired (You’re)

lyrics:

Verse 1:
So beautiful, so bright
Once upon a time, I was right
You knew everything, Yes, you did
You know nothing, so place your bid

1st Chorus:
You’re Fired
You’re Fired
That’s right you’re fired

Verse 2:
You have weak friends
That’s right
Maybe it’s time you learn
How to fight

Chorus:
You’re Fired
You’re Fired
You’re Fired

Verse 3:
What do you want from me?
I’m sorry for my honesty
Self-Infliction is your game
For your ago that’s pretty lame
You must accept who you are
If you do, you’ll go far
Knowledge is your key to life
No one’s there with a knife
You’re no young, why you trip?
When you’re old you will flip
Feeling bad, feeling good
Can you stop, I wish you would
You say to me, save your breath
Keep it up, welcome death
You say to me, save your breath
Keep it up, welcome death

Chorus:
You’re Fired
That’s right, You’re Fired
You’re Fired

Verse 4:
Feeling lonely
Dying slowly
You have got nowhere to turn
Speaking to you
Can’t get through you
You have blocked the outside world…

Check the Rhime

lyrics:

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, check the rhyme

[Verse 1: Q-Tip & Phife Dawg]
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin’
It was I, The Abstract
And me, the Five Footer
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter
Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean?
Um… um… a tidbit, um… a smidgen
I don’t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon
Heh, okay, you on point Phife? All the time, Tip
You on point Phife? All the time, Tip
You on point Phife? All the time, Tip
Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
Now here’s a funky introduction of how nice I am
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram
I’m like an energizer ‘cause, you see, I last long
My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong
Now if you say my style is wack that’s where you’re dead wrong
I slayed that buddy in El Segundo then Push it Along
You’d be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man
'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am
A special shout of peace goes out to all my pals, you see
And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC’s
'Cause I love it when you wack MC’s despise me
They get vexed, I roll next, can’t none contest me
I’m just a fly MC who’s five foot three and very brave
On top remaining, no home training 'cause I misbehave
I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check
And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect
You see, my aura’s positive I don’t promote no junk
See, I’m far from a bully and I ain’t a punk
Extremity in rhythm, yeah that’s what you heard
So just clean out your ears and just check the word

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, play tapes y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out

[Verse 3: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin’
It was I, the Phifer And me, the Abstract
The rhymes were so rumpin’ that the brothers rode the 'zack
Ayo Tip, do you recall when we used to rock What?
Those fly routines on your cousin’s block?
Um, let me see… damn, I can’t remember
I receive the message and you will play the sender
You on point Tip? All the time, Phife
You on point Tip? Yeah, all the time, Phife
You on point Tip? Yo, all the time, Phife
So play the resurrector and give the dead some life

[Verse 4: Q-Tip]
Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock
Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock
With speed, I’m agile plus I’m worth your while
One hundred percent intelligent black child
My optic presentation sizzles the retina
How far must you go to gain respect? Umm…
Well, it’s kind of simple, just remain your own
Or you’ll be crazy, sad and alone
Industry rule number four-thousand-and-eighty;
Record company people are shady
So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack
I don’t doubt it, look at how they act
Well off to better things like a hip-hop forum
Pass me the rock and I’ll score 'em with decorum
And proper—what you say Hammer? Proper
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop

[Outro: Q-Tip]
NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all
SC, y'all check it out y'all
Virginia, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
In London, check the rhyme, y'all

Intention to Deceive

lyrics:

I’ll tell you what you need to hear
I’ll show you what I want you to see
Incapacitating you with fear
Repeat the lies until you agree
Never mind what the facts are
I made a story that needs to sell
Journalism is an afterthought
Keep you stupid, so you will not rebel

Opposing independent thought
With the intention to deceive
Misinformation is the plot
With the intention to deceive

Your mind was an open book
Until I told you what to think
I’m gonna fill it to the brim
With lies so your mind shrinks
Submit to my train of thought
And I’ll take you for a silly ride
Fit your mind into my mold
Constructed to misguide

Opposing independent thought
With the intention to deceive
Misinformation is the plot
With the intention to deceive
Force feeding lies
Open your eyes

The formula: hysteria
Followed by amnesia, gullibility, and phobia
The formula: hysteria
Followed by amnesia, gullibility, and phobia

I’ll tell you what you need to hear
I’ll show you what I want you to see
To make you paralyzed with fear
While I let you think your mind is free
Never mind what the facts are
I made a story that needs to sell
Journalism is an afterthought
Keep you stupid, so you will not rebel

Opposing independent thought
With the intention to deceive
Misinformation is the plot
With the intention to deceive
Force feeding lies
Open your eyes

Anthrax Shirt

lyrics:

[Intro]
After dropping out of art school
Moving here from Baltimore
She’d gotten married to the wrong man
I feel so ignored!
Just like back home in Minnesota
With your purple hair tied up
You ate acid in a bathtub
And told me all about love

[Verse 1]
I think I was 16, I think you were 23
I listened to slayer, you sang:
“Hi diddle dee dee, goddamn the pirates life for me, goddamn the pirates life for me!”

[Chorus]
But you’re not the only girl that I wish I could’ve kissed
In my anthrax shirt on the graveyard shift
No, you’re not the only girl that I wish I could’ve kissed
In my anthrax shirt on the graveyard shift
In my anthrax shirt on the graveyard shift

[Verse 2]
You ordered a drink, and I just sat and stared at you
I had found you hopeless, you had found me hopeless too
You passed me your drink, with no idea what to do
I had found you hopeless, you were oh so fucking hopeless

[Bridge]
It hurt to see you cry, with that final glass of wine
I haven’t seen you since we started working overtime
There are people in our lives, who we need from time to time, only know ‘em for the summer, but it feels perfectly fine

[Outro]
After dropping out of art school
Moving here from Baltimore
She’d gotten married to the wrong man
I feel so ignored!
Just like back home in Minnesota
Purple mohawk, fuckin’ drunk
You ate acid in a bathtub
And told me all about love

Know Your Enemy

lyrics:

[Chorus: Zack De La Rocha]
Know your enemy
Come on

[Verse 1: Zack De La Rocha]
Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist
As we move into ‘92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know, ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify, defy
I’m a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don’t need the key, we’ll break in
Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I’ll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Fist in ya face in the place and I’ll drop the style clearly

[Chorus: Zack De La Rocha]
Know your enemy
Know your enemy
Yeah
Ayo, get with this, ugh

[Verse 2: Zack De La Rocha]
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D, the E, the F, the I, the A, the N, the C, the E
Mind of a revolutionary, so clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The “land of the free”?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge, and a gun
'Cause I’ll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don’t need the key, we’ll break in

[Bridge: Maynard James Keenan]
I’ve got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I’ve got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of you
Time has come to pay

[Chorus: Zack De La Rocha]
Know your enemy

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro: Zack De La Rocha]
Come on
Yes, I know my enemies
They’re the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity
Assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy
Brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams

Give Me Liberty… Or Give Me Death

lyrics:

Cut the rotting branches of government
That stop the people from having meaning today
Stay out of my business and keep to yourself
I’ve got to do things my own way
Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations
A never-ending hunger to control
Choking out the life of your own population
Abusing the power you hold

Power
Control
Fuck the power
Control

Give me liberty or give me death
Give me liberty or give me death

Death to our independence, death to those who fight
Death to our Constitution and the Bill of Rights
Showing no regard for the way things ought to be
Stripping away rights from you and me
The Founding Fathers would be rolling in their graves
If they could see what you are doing to this place
The next thing to go is our freedom of speech
So I’ll speak up while I still can and maximize my reach

Power
Control
Fuck the power
Control

Power
Control
Fuck the power
Control

Give me liberty or give me death
Give me liberty or give me death

I find it hard to believe
Some things are better left unsaid
Is this the land of the free?
Democracy is dead

Cut the rotting branches of government
That stop the people from having meaning today
Stay out of my business and keep to yourself
I’ve got to do things my own way
Minimizing freedom with your rules and regulations
A never-ending hunger to control
Choking out the life of your own population
Abusing the power you hold

Power
Control
Fuck the power
Control

Power
Control
Fuck the power
Control

Give me liberty or death

“When the people fear the government, there is tyranny. When the government fears the people, there is liberty.”

Drowning

lyrics:

No room for love in this heart of stone,
No second chances with me,
I’ll go through life alone. Every action I take, the result of hate,
I show no mercy for you and now it’s too late.
Dead end existence staring back at me,
I cannot be content breathing life’s disease.
Woke up to a life of nothing,
Pain is all I see. 

It’s too late.

I cannot take these surroundings,
So now it’s one more night of drowning.
Anger builds in my conscious mind,
I can’t explain the way I feel inside.
No room for love in this heart of stone, no second chances with me,
I’ll go through life alone. Every action I take, the result of hate,
I show no mercy for you and now it’s too late.
Dead end existence staring back at me,
I cannot be content breathing life’s disease.
Woke up to a life of nothing,
Pain is all I see.

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