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Jonny B wrote:Speaking of which, has anyone heard the new Masterplan yet, and just how bad did it suffer without its two main songwriters?
How is the disco track on that record Tali?
Disco track? Fuck me....wanna share some of those lyrics mate? You've got me interested.Taliwakker wrote:How is the disco track on that record Tali?
worst track on the album...but again...great lyrics.
Title: Spitfall
INTRODUCING STAR
we saw you every day
with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
you went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors
to neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
namefucking fame on all photos
all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
now when you’re a star
when you’ve reached this far
and the world really knows who you are
(really?)
you show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do
and the poor outside your gates appall you
and the only hood you see is the one on your car
do you even have a clue as to who you are?
bro I don’t think so
I mean Mercedes
man what a stiff old dull fart’s republican shit car
sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before
only now you’re a coward
only letting TV through your door
getting older
take a bow and just go
the rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart
but then the talk shows can still get you hard
doin’ rhymes on your prime time fistfights and spittin’ grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder
a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over
there’s nothing like a broken childhood
there’s nothing like a broken home
there’s nothing like a tale from your hood
there’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
outspoken borderline disorders
a violent long way to the top
the longer that you fought yourself up
the longer the spitfall
THUS QUOTE THE CRAVING
you’re so fucking lost that with all of the costs
you still don’t see that in reality
the one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality
you’re trapped in a mould of the rap
you sell but you’re sold
I mean
can’t believe that you’re paying all that gold
to some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity
seems you’re losing your way together with your policy man
ending up with a new definition of poverty
it’s a joke
like those you make in every video
to reach the kids with the dough
with every copied “aha yo” and worn out “bro”
guess what we need is yet another clown
who can feed our breed
with another look and hooker hook
now when “bitch” is mundane you take the lead with “wassup ho”
and let TV blur your mouth once more
just what we need in every store
thus quote the craving: “forever more!”
you’re so right
a shiny knight on a white steed
truly a hero
yeah right
fuck you
fuck you right down to the core
you know what?
you’re just another Parental Advisory bore
there’s nothing like a broken childhood
there’s nothing like a broken home
there’s nothing like a tale from your hood
there’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
outspoken borderline disorders
a violent long way to the top
the longer that you fought yourself up
the longer the spitfall...
when you’re rappin’ your shit y’all
REDEFINING VOMATORIUM
yo
I guess when you’re that loaded
you’d better empty the barrel
every chance you get
is that so?
empty your word and pose magazine
in magazine after magazine
let every shot go let the shit flow
‘cause the show must go on and on and on
you’re it bro
but it’s sad to know
when your star implodes
all that shit hits the fans
just like your words back when you shone
but it’s getting late in the game
trapped in repeating your name
again and again
like you’re scared we’ll forget it
can’t blame you
apart from that name you’re all embarrassingly the same
it’s so lame - can’t you get it?
and perhaps you are right in that fear
more sane than you appear
in your self deploring cock obsessive
koks delirium
but I say
to me you just redefine
the old romans’ vomatorium
there’s nothing like a broken childhood
there’s nothing like a broken home
there’s nothing like a tale from your hood
there’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
outspoken borderline disorders
a violent long way to the top
the longer that you
claim that you have fought yourself up
the longer the spitfall...
MAN OF THE MASSES
you’re a man of the masses
took all of the classes
their asses are yours
all those bores who are paying the bills
for your palace uphills
and your pills that will help you proceed
in your greed
you are free of the chains that you need on your fans
to adore you
to kneel down before you
more precious to you than your brains and your hands
they live for you
if you could just see this old tree
this patriarchic hierarchy
up where you want to be
you need miles of roots to lick your boots
don’t you see?
you’re a man of the masses
you need all those asses
their fate to relate to the one that you were
do you know who you were?
who you are?
not the one in your words that they buy
they concur you conquer
though a natural flunker
and you need them to stay not to fly
to obey like the dogs that they are
the cogs under the hood of your Mercedes car
they will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip
you’re a man of the masses
your trip is a journey through classes
you are high
they are low
and you need it to be so
see, without them you’d be nothing more than before
and you know that’s not much
it is just or unjust such:
just a sad little man with his hand on his crotch
there’s nothing like a broken childhood
there’s nothing like a broken home
there’s nothing like a tale from your hood
there’s nothing like a record of restriction orders
outspoken borderline disorders
a violent long way to the top
the longer that you fought yourself up
the longer the spitfall...
the longer the spit falls...
when you’re rappin’ your shit y’all
YO
you’re just another Parental Advisory sticker surfing beach boy
yo
Title: Cribcaged
The only cribs that we should care for
are the ones that we are here for
the ones belonging to our children
that do what we do
scar from our wounds
the only cribs that make a difference
where the magic really happens
don’t come with a Mercedes Benz
or a wide screen showing nothing
showing nothing...
I’m sick of home control devices
sick of sickening home designers
sick of drugs and gold and strip poles
sick of homies
sick of poses
despite the nodding staff that serves you
despite your name on clothes and perfume
despite the way the press observes you
you’re just people...
successful people
dressed up people
smiling people
famous people
red carpet people
wealthy people
important people
but still just people
so fuck the million dollar kitchen
fuck the Al Pacino posters
fuck the drugs the gold the strip poles
fuck the homies
fuck the poses
fuck the walls they build around them
fuck the bedroom magic nonsense
I don’t want to hear their voices
as long as they vote with their wallets
fuck the silly “throw you out” joke
fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked
fuck their lack of originality
and personality
fuck this travesty
fuck this new norm
fuck conformity
fuck their Kristal
fuck their sordity
fuck the way they fuck equality
fuck their freebie gear
fuck the ones they wear
you’re just people...
successful people
dressed up people
smiling people
famous people
red carpet people
wealthy people
important people
but still just people
messed up people
shallow people
stupid people
plastic people
meta people
theta people
therapyople
Entropiople
oh, fuck the ones they wear
I'm cribcaged
cribcaged
the only cribs that we should care for
are the ones that we are here for
the ones belonging to our children
that do what we do
scar from our wounds
Title: America
You brought us the a-bomb
in so many ways
endorsed by God and The Book
so god loves a war monger?
hey Mr. Blix: forget Iraq and the time it took
‘cause I know just where to look
"could we have a vote please?"
...
they came with a song - America
they wouldn’t stay long - America
we are America
god bless America
god bless America and Capitol Hill
‘cause no one else will
so now you are scared
the arabs will kill for their god
like you do for yours?
protect your obesity with your life man
hey - Angry God or Diet Coke?
who cares it’s all a joke
"heil homo pecuniae"
...
saving us yet another time
earning a buck on every dime
sick of America
sick of America
sick of America and Capitol Hill
moving in for the next kill
did you say "I love you"?
a simpler democracy
where every flaw and failure is called a “Right”
a new form of freedom
based on your income
your color, creed
and your choice of gun
but it provides great fun
"Dr. Phil or Operah?"
"Letterman or Leno?"
"Idol or Big Brother?"
[we’ll be back after this short break]
it could have been good America
it could have been great America
land of the brave and free
welcoming you and me
but this Brave New World is not as new anymore
each day a new store
each year a new war
while chosen whites rule the poor
in America
oh America
don’t you walk out on me
just wait a second now
please hear me out
oh
I’ll do my best to love you
oh yes I will
I know you’re out there
c'mon
raise your voices
don’t let them ruin your reputation
don’t let them wreck your constitution
not out of fear
not out of greed
but you had a good run America
your day in the sun America
hello British Empire
hello Roman Empire
hello Soviet
there is a new kid in town
joining the gone down
finding what you found
treading your worn
worn down ground
rise to your former glory
be brave and warm
oh America
if I say I love you
if I say I love you
if I say I love you
dare you love me too?
Serendipity wrote: There's a video online on their website: http://www.master-plan.net click on Medias.
It's a little different but sounds alright. Very melodic.
Penny wrote:Hello Ghost Rider. Sounds like you been keeping busy. Congrats on the degree.
Kenny wrote:Spocks Beard - Spocks beard.
Love this band. Just about my favourite band right now.
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