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    Hello (hello, hello) -- Is there anybody in there?
    Can anybody hear me?
    Is there anyone at home?
    Come on now, I know you're feeling down.
    I can ease your pain,
    get you on your feet again.
    Relax (relax, relax) -- I need some information first.
    Just the basic facts,
    can you show me where it hurts?
    There is no pain, you are receding.
    A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
    You are coming through in waves.
    Your lips move but I cannot hear what you are saying.
    When I was a child, I had a fever.
    My hands felt like 2 balloons.
    Now I've got that feeling once again, I can't explain.
    You will not understand that this is not who I am.
    I have become comfortably numb.
    Okay (okay, okay) -- Just a little pin prick.
    There'll be no more -- Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
    But you may feel a little sick.
    Can you stand up (stand up stand up) -- I do believe it's working. Good.
    That'll hold you through the show.
    Come on, its time to go.
    There is no pain, you are receding
    A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
    You are coming through in waves,
    I cannot hear what you say.
    When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye.
    I turned to look but it was gone,
    I cannot put my finger on it now.
    The Child is grown, the dream is gone.
    I have become comfortably numb.
    Comfotably Numb -- Pink Floyd

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    InXS -- Devil Inside
    "Look at the faces, listen to the bells.
    Its hard to believe we need a place called Hell"

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    One -- Metallica
    "I don't know whether I'm asleep and dreaming or dead and remembering..."

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    Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
    Musician, inflictin composition
    of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
    Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
    Bulletholes left in my peepholes
    I'm suited up in street clothes
    Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
    Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
    I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
    Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
    Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
    G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
    Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
    Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
    Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
    Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
    I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
    Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
    Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
    Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
    Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
    Try to **** it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
    Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
    So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
    and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
    (So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
    Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
    and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
    In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
    Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
    Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
    There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
    So hold your stash until the coke price drop
    I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
    And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
    You gotta slide on a vacation
    Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
    It drops deep as it does in my breath
    I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
    Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
    I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

    Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
    Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
    Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
    to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
    But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
    Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
    I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
    Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin
    Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
    Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
    In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
    Young *****es is grazed each block is like a maze
    full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
    From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
    I'm livin where the nights is jet black
    The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
    and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
    Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
    I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
    Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
    and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
    cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
    It's only right that I was born to use mics
    and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
    I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
    My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
    The smooth criminal on beat breaks
    Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
    The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
    That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
    I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and *****es with beepers
    In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
    Inhale deep like the words of my breath
    I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
    I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
    Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
    -nas, "new york state of mind" from Illmatic

    Three times alone this week
    I was suppose to be a rock star
    I only beat you when I'm drunk
    You're only pretty when you're crying
    We are supposed to be the ones to set the air afire
    Three times alone this week
    I was made into a liar

    Whether or not I found the gold
    I never told
    Richer am I
    brilliant white

    I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches
    Show me what you've got girl
    and scratch it because it itches
    Call me Chameleon
    and extingish my fire
    Three times alone this week
    I was suppose to be a liar

    Maybe not
    Why the stare?
    Would I lie about that which I am scared?
    What did I say to you?
    Step into
    a pot of gold
    rejoice in fire
    that which soon burns cold
    What did I say to you?

    Maybe not
    Why the stare?
    Would I lie about that which I am scared?
    What did I say to you?
    Step into
    a pot of gold
    rejoice in fire
    that which soon burns cold
    What did I say to you? nothing
    -glassjaw, "piano" from Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Silence

    sucks me in
    taking a ride
    and i'm wishing for the satellite
    grab a vein
    pull it down
    on the radio
    laughing at the face that's bending down

    i'm all alone so far up here
    and my oxygen's all gone
    bend the metal
    my glory box has failed
    we're rocking in our reclining chairs

    drive away
    that car that brought us all this harm
    those are the pieces of my story line

    i'm all alone so far up here
    and my oxygen's all gone
    i'm all alone so far up here
    and my oxygen's all gone

    truly stressing realization
    i wish i was an astronaut
    eight hour bitterness
    all for whose sake?
    stain glass sunday school charades
    -at the drive-in, "hourglass" from InCasinoOut

    I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
    While my guitar gently weeps
    I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
    Still my guitar gently weeps

    I don't know why nobody told you
    how to unfold your love
    I don't know how someone controlled you
    they bought and sold you

    I look at the world and I notice it's turning
    While my guitar gently weeps
    With every mistake we must surely be learning
    Still my guitar gently weeps

    I don't know how you were diverted
    you were perverted too
    I don't know how you were inverted
    no one alerted you

    I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
    While my guitar gently weeps
    I look at you all
    Still my guitar gently weeps
    -the beatles, "while my guitar gently weeps" from The White Album 1

    Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
    Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
    You freak niggaz played out, get ****ed and ate out
    Prostitute turned *****, I got the gauge out
    96 ways I made out, Montana way
    The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
    Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray
    A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
    Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
    Regulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ring
    Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing
    There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
    The highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linen
    Antera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin them
    Threats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimum
    Ill sex adrenaline
    Party with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
    Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it
    Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em
    Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
    way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
    ****in me in the Benz wagon
    Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
    Grab your gun it's on though
    Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight
    with the broke Mac it won't spray right
    Don't give a **** who they hit, as long as the drama's lit
    Yo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shit
    Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit

    I peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
    Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin
    Across the street you was wildin
    Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
    Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
    I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked him
    What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
    Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
    So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
    Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
    Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
    Then they came askin me my name, what the ****
    I got stitched up and went through
    Left the hospital that same night, what
    Got my gat back, time to backtrack
    I had to drop so how the **** I get clapped
    Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
    It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
    That clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew daily
    The 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me?
    So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
    Be lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project halls
    Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before
    We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw
    But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes
    and best friends become strangers, word up

    Thug niggaz
    Yo, to them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know?
    To them niggaz that's locked down
    doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin?
    To my thorough niggaz, New York and world wide
    Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
    9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga
    It Was Written though
    It's been a long time comin
    Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy
    better come with the real though
    Fake ass niggaz yo..
    (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?)
    Bring the shit man, live man
    (**** that son)
    Nine-six shit..
    -nas, "the message" from It Was Written
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