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    1. #16
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      هذا واحد ثاني



      Sting, "Man Called Sting"

      Wow...............
      Oww...............

      The Man Called Sting
      The Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      The Man Called Sting

      He does this, he does that
      He big as bull, & quick as a cat

      He look fine, he looks cool
      He's own man, & he's nobody's fool

      Don't double cross him, or get in his way
      Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

      To the Man called Sting
      The Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      Man Called Sting

      He's not like, anybody else
      If his friends ever need him, he's there to help

      And all the kids, they go wild
      And all the old people start to act like a child

      Don't double cross him, or get in his way
      Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

      To the Man called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      The Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting..... Hey..........

      (Guitar Solo Riff)

      All over the world, he such a smash
      You know it's over when does the Stinger Splash

      He loves his honey, the loves the Rock (Ultimate Warrior back in NWA)
      But noone important loves the Scorpion Death Lock

      Don't you dare cross him, or get in his way
      Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

      To the Man called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting

      Everybody wonders, what he's gonna do
      A Two Title Reign, & he says he's ain't through

      The little Stingers Believe in him
      Thats all he needs to win the title again

      Don't you dare cross him, or get in his way
      Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

      To the Man called Sting
      The Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting
      He's a Man Called Sting

      Hey
      Woo
      Hey
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      Hulk Hogan, "American Made"

      He's American Made
      He's got the red, white, and blue running through his veins
      He was born and rasied in the US of A.
      He's goverment inspected he's U.S. grade,
      If you mess with the flag it's like a slap in his face

      He's American Made (American)
      He's American Made (American)
      He's American Made (American)
      He's American, American made

      He's got the Stars and Stripes running through his veins
      He was born and raised in the US of A.
      He wears the Heart of his country on his sleeve,
      You fight for your freedom if you really believe...
      He's American made

      He's American Made (American)
      He's American Made (American)
      He's American Made (American)
      He's American, American made

      He was born and raised in the US of A.

      You fight for your freedom if you really believe... He's American made

      He's American Made (American)
      He's American Made (American)
      He's American Made (American)
      He's American, American, American made

      American made

      He's American made

      American made

      Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, American Made

      American Made

      Whoa, He's American Made, yow
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      جريكو
      King Of My World

      I'll never see any side of heaven.
      I'll walk for miles through a blazin hell.
      It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be.
      'Cause I myself know all too well.

      I'll open your eyes and make you see.
      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you now.
      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you.
      (the walls of jericho)
      (break the walls of jericho)

      My mind alone is filled with rage for you.
      I am the pastor to your sheep.
      I am the master of my destiny.
      I am the king of all you see.

      (king)
      I'll open your eyes and make you see.
      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you now.
      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you.
      (the walls of jericho)

      3...2...1 Here I come again,come again
      3...2...1 Here I come, here I come again
      3...2...1 Here I come again, here i come
      3...2...1 Here I come,HERE I COME!!

      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you now.
      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you.

      I'm the king of my world. (king of my world)
      I'll break down the walls around you.

      The Walls Of Jericho!
      Break The Walls Of Jericho!
      Jericho all around
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      جون سينا

      "Don't F**k With Us"

      [John Cena]
      We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
      We spittin heat on your block
      We new to the game, but runnin the spot
      Numbin your knot, with basslines that'll make ya neck break
      This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
      Open your mind without makin ya meditate
      We real champs; y'all just featherweight
      Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
      Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
      Beefin with us? We're leavin you face down
      Stompin bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
      Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
      Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
      We into big things, bank account's overgrown
      All types of cheese - swiss, cheddar, provolone
      Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
      Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

      [Chorus 2X: John Cena]
      Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
      Y'all bound, to, lose, another one bites the dust

      [Tha Trademarc]
      It's Trademarc the truth, laid back, aloof
      I'm God, as if you needed some proof
      You ain't hard I can see it on you, {?}
      Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm creepin on you
      Click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
      Spittin back live rounders, with five pounders
      If we meetin on two, I put a beatin on you
      Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin on you
      We lean back in the ride, with cream stackin the rawhide
      The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
      Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
      So sick, I've been handlin flows, since enamel was gold tooth
      And branded by low
      You cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
      You slow, you be the last to think
      My hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      I got punks, dumps and switches, dump chumpses bitches
      We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep with the fishes
      Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
      You ain't family, you ain't earnin my trust boy
      Seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
      We bring more drama than the Laker roster
      Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
      Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
      I'm ego drivin, seen with different women, every size and frame
      I refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
      But it's all the same, it's just ex to the next
      for sex or brain, misses or Mrs.
      Married or not, my game don't stop
      It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
      Y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe

      __________________
      جون سينا

      "Flow Easy"

      [Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]
      First and foremost...
      Flow easy, yo
      Yo, yo, for the hood (for the hood)
      Everybody flow easy, ha ha, so easy
      Yo, listen
      For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen

      I embarass MC's who touch the mic with me
      That's why they never holla when it's showtime - gimme
      I spit poison like a black snake bit me
      Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me
      My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
      My heart is cold and hard like Jack Frost bit me
      So many new flows old flows start to panic
      It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
      Y'all heard, I stay in hood streets like curbs
      And never forget, where I come from, word
      I ain't goin broke, fuck you, I'll cop me a brick
      And take it straight to the block, forget rap quick
      Don't trip, Bump got a speed zone sign
      For suckers who move too fast against mine
      I'm pressed, pushin it full speed ahead
      You left, bullet in chest, meet the dead, so

      [Chorus]
      Flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
      to flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
      I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
      Flow easy, but yours don't sound like mine
      I flow easy, turn up the mic it's time
      I flow easy, whenever I spit my rhyme
      I flow easy, the underground pound and grime
      Flow easy, so yours don't sound like mine I flow easy

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Philosopher first, rapper second
      Manifest the message, lessons involved
      It all but hits you, aviate your crew and lift you
      So what's the issue? Trademarc has got it locked before he meet you
      Greet your mind before we even greet you
      Won't mislead you, I ain't trustin people, cause I defeat you
      Take it down a notch, slow your roll
      Cause we crush spirits, like we stole your soul
      I set styles off dog, y'all are fuckin mimics
      Man I talk more shit than pro-lifers in abortion clinics
      Run my mouth off like high school rumors
      Man and grab microphones like pedophiles gropin late bloomers
      Flow easy like your first day with white sneakers
      You just a face in the crowd like packed bleachers
      Huh, you better rock a sleeveless
      Freddie Foxxx, Trademarc, John Cena breeze through
      Y'all are fuckin divas

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      First and foremost I sure post potential like Carmelo
      Turn a hard MC to jello
      Make their skin yellow with fear while stayin mellow and clear
      Man, we in for one hell of a year, yeah
      Curse a fool like the Red Sox, we tighter than headlocks
      I'm flowin easy with Freddie Foxxx
      Known to hang it low like dreadlocks and y'all are too slow
      Like wearing a weight vest and lead socks
      I'm a fat kid, you feed me? I'm still hungry
      Never let a bitch take a bill from me
      Like Jordan in the 4th quarter, I'm still money
      Best believe the flow water, we still runny
      Make your stomach feel funny, I'm so sick
      With 16 bars twice the value of gold brick
      Make it known quick that I'm greedy, we got the rats and the cheese B
      So believe me
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      جون سينا

      "Right Now"

      [John Cena]
      Yeah
      You can't help but feel it
      Can't help but feel this one
      Uh-huh uh yeah

      Excuse me for a minute while I lighten the mood
      Just clap with me like the lightning do, yeah
      A bit of soul food that you be bitin into
      And if you feel me then I'm writin for you, uh-huh
      Right now put another coat of wax on the ride
      For a minute put the beef and the gats to the side
      Cause this track's got a vibe to chill to
      Enjoy life for 5 minutes, man it's not gon' kill you
      It's okay to be hard and stay true man
      But at the end of the day, we all hu-man
      This one's for you, the ones that you close to
      Show some love, it's what you supposed to
      Right now, forget the ends and the Benz
      Pop a cold one, man toast it wit'cha real friends
      Call your folks, tell 'em you tight now
      Cause everything lookin pretty good right now

      [Chorus - sped up vocal sample]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Right now baby, we all gon' ride
      So place those things on your hips or side
      The soul vibe gon' change, give way with fame
      But sometimes the moral change or stay the same
      Relax baby, right now you here
      And sit back baby, with a round of beer
      And cheer to those friends who crowded near
      For those passed on in spirit they there
      It's gon' be what it must, break bread wit'cha crew
      If you got kids take the crust
      It's all love baby, tell your girl she's strong
      And whisper in her ear after dinner it's on
      And take it slow baby, cause everything real
      When you at family dinner y'all enjoy that meal
      Thank God that you healthy and you keepin it tight
      And keep your dreams lighthearted when you sleepin at night

      [Chorus - sped up vocal sample]

      [John Cena]
      Yeah - and right now I'm showin love to my brothers and my old man
      To my girl, "Let's Get it On" like the slow jam
      To everybody that I'm runnin down the road with
      Y'all my family, I know that you know this
      Fox, Rock, B's and Chaos
      Y'all growin up with me man, true to life players
      Grandma or grandpa watchin up above
      Trademarc you my heart cousin, nothin but love

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Thanks momma, for all that you was
      You a strongarm lady baby crazy with love
      My sister raised me, those are the facts
      And taught me how to rebuild when the order collapsed
      And right now I'm blessed no stress no less
      And thanks hip-hop for givin me back focus, huh
      Yeah John, what can I say?
      It's all love from day one, you showed me the way

      ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
      جون سينا

      "Make It Loud"

      [John Cena at a live show]
      It's the joint baby, GOTTA MAKE IT LOUD [crowd cheers]
      SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD [more cheering]

      [Tazz] That's noise!

      [Chorus 2X: John Cena]
      It's the joint baby, gotta make it loud
      Get the point yo you gotat make it loud
      Everybody in the club make it loud
      SO LET ME HEAR SOME NOISE FROM THE CROWD

      [John Cena]
      Yeah, yeah
      We came to kick the door down, it's time to hit the floor now
      Yo... we got some shit in store now
      So; clap your hands while we let the sax blow
      Not quite Krispy Kreme, but we came to stack dough
      We ain't maxed yo, we just try and get this money right
      Bills made of Spandex, I still keep my money tight
      Never stoppin, all I see is the money like
      the kid on the mic is too +Raw+ for your Monday night
      If you got in free, or your fuckin cover's paid
      Bounce to this motherfucker like you was some Rubbermaid
      This ain't that Cristal sippin type shit
      It's that bottle breakin, startin riot type shit
      So jump up and down 'til ya break the floor
      Yo we keep it underground like a basement tour
      East coast reppin, stretchin out to L.A.
      Not double oh seven but we +Die Another Day+, what

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      I tear up any track, front to back
      Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats
      makin comebacks, where you at, cats spit soft shit
      like whispers and gloves, I'm not hearin that
      It's all love maybe if you wanna rub baby
      Anything but that, step back lady
      Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up
      We got Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up
      I'm all about laid back, don't jock, I hate that
      I see through haters games, don't mistake that
      I still got love if you buyin our shit
      If you claim you hatin us, but you ridin our dicks
      Everybody hear the name, Marc Predka
      It's gonna ring like an echo for years, I never left ya
      All y'all raise your glass to this shit
      Cause Trademarc's the head of the class of misfits

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      We steal your top spot, and you not gettin your number back
      Chop down competition like I was a lumberjack
      Clear out the club floor, we keep 'em comin back
      Tough to bring down like an overweight runningback
      Yeah - and we blaze 'em baby
      Trademarc, John Cena, we amazin baby
      Yo we tear up any crew, leave a motherfucker worn
      Y'all are just soft like some Cinemax porn

      [Tha Trademarc]
      I move a crowd like a bomb scare
      Grab the mic when we hittin it right, if you want fear
      Some say Trademarc, he ain't all there
      We old school like when Sonny, was on Cher
      Take it back like a Richard Pyror 8-track
      And grab a chunk of your change like a state tax
      Man please, we want platinum plaques
      I want cream, green, cheddar cheese, to grab in stacks

      [Chorus]

      [scratching Trademarc to fade]
      "Chaos on the one and two, cuttin it up"
      "That's that shit!"
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      جون سينا

      "Summer Flings"

      [John Cena]
      Yeah we doin things now man
      It's just another day in the life y'know
      Always tryin to do some big bid'ness
      Sometimes when we havin fun
      Some shit goes down y'know, you ain't expectin nothin
      Then, somethin come out of nothin

      It was just another typical day in the summer
      Me, Trademarc, Crouch and my little brother
      We put the whips out, we cruise up to the strip man
      Three wheel motion killin fools like a hit man
      We on some chill shit, vibin out
      But we still in the mix, fuck hidin out
      On the corner of L Street, I locked eyes with her
      I ain't steppin man this bitch had guys with her
      She came through the crowd and walked over to me
      Catchin P off guard, she actin like she knew me
      Her name was Shannon, she was canon
      She's hangin with Melissa, this big booty chick you couldn't miss her
      This chick was like a fitted cap, all over my dome
      Said she wanna be down, but I ain't takin her home
      That's when she said she live right down the street
      She love white chocolate, well I got somethin sweet

      [Chorus 2X: female singer]
      Saw you walkin down the street and I
      heard you say you had somethin sweet for me
      Lover.. (somethin sweet) lover.. somethin sweet

      [Tha Trademarc]
      We run game, {?} Blanson, what's your hon's name
      I can take an Eva hot bitch like bum change
      Playin hard to get when I step, I'm afraid
      I can treat a chick like cheap gas and upgrade
      Whatever you need, whatever you want
      With Trademarc on your arm, girl what more could you flaunt
      There's just something about us, summer fling got you wondering
      where I'll be in spring, but that's another thing
      I'll be out girl, quicker than tans
      If you want somethin stick hurr, stick wit'cha man
      I ain't lookin for a lover girl, I'm lookin for sex
      I can tell you I got money or I'm pushin a Lex
      Whatever gets you hot, that's what I say next
      Gettin passed through the crew girl that's a safe bet
      I think it's funny how it doesn't take a whole lot
      Trademarc's like an open flame, getting girls hot

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      Yo... with these sweet flows, the streets knows
      whether we pimped out in streets clothes, we the bomb like deep throws
      My speech grows to reach hoes - all over the globe
      I got class like a Ric Flair robe

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Man I'm in and out quick like Jordan in the zone
      D takin out a bitch like a pass from Shaq to Kobe
      You know me with a extra set of hands
      a bitch couldn't hold me man I leave 'em lonely

      [John Cena]
      If I catch a glimpse of your chick when she smile and fine
      I make sure she lose your number, she'd be dialin mine
      I ain't about a wife even if she won this right
      I'll fuck for seven days but stand for one night

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Man we decked out John, the strict gutter
      I'll have a girl repeatin my name in sex like the bitch stutter
      I got moves lookin butter with a tight fade
      Forever dipped fresh man like Minot Gray
      __________________
      جون سينا

      "Keep Frontin'"
      (feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))

      [Intro / Chorus: Big L sample]
      I shoulda been out, I'm de-de-deadly
      when I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin
      I'ma try-try-try ya chin out
      I knocked a lot-lot-lot-lot out of men out
      Keep frontin, I'ma try-try-try ya chin out
      I knocked a lot-lot
      I knocked a lot-lot-lot out of men out
      Keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin, keep frontin

      [Bumpy Knuckles talking over sample]
      Yo
      Right now
      I wanna teach all you MC's out there
      How to be
      Effective
      Let's ride

      [Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
      Do y'all know what time it is when everybody game
      is everybody else's hustle and everybody's shame
      is somebody else's blame, whatever I became
      I did it with hot rhymes and a lung full of flame
      I never refrain, from loadin up and takin aim
      Like chicks flows are different, I never cum/come the same
      My mic will be the dame, written or off the brain
      I show up with my chest pumpin hard like Notre Dame
      I lose then I regain, hustle is in the vein
      I'm drinkin protein shakes to muscle up the brain
      In the black Chevy Suburban sippin champagne
      with champagne, dick out doin the damn thang
      We movin in the fast lane, with them black thangs
      On the way to the Bronx, to do the ski-mask thang
      I don't know what's so funny cause I ain't laughing
      The part is for a dead body, guess who's casting

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena talking over sample]
      Alright bro, I'm hearin you
      I'ma see what I can do
      See how I can rip it
      And be, effective
      Follow this

      [John Cena]
      Cena spittin with the Bump Bump Bump for the Knux
      Your whole crew gettin dumped dumped dumped with the chumps
      We rollin like Donald Trump Trump Trump with the bucks
      Your bitch-ass gettin jump jump jumped cause you suck
      Follow me, you stick around round round when it's hot
      You claimin that you down down down but you not
      You try to offer me a pound pound pound you get got
      I can't wait to hear the sound sound sound of you shot
      You hearin me, it's time to show show show I got plans
      That's all you brought you bettter go go go get your mans
      A legal hustle, ain't no no fuckin with grams
      Stash the heat cause I can throw throw throw with my hands
      I'm tellin you, on screen screen screen with these flicks
      Catch me on the scene scene scene with three chicks
      I fuck like a fiend fiend fiend with three dicks
      Fuck a sixteen teen teen I'm just sick

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc over sample]
      Yeah, what's good fellas
      I'm feelin y'all man
      Most these cats
      Can't engineer, they career
      Yeah, Trademarc, bout to
      Bout to show y'all
      How to be, effective

      [Tha Trademarc]
      My camou' colors dog they be beige and brown
      That shit was all love 'til you cowards came around
      With the same ol' sound that's why your payroll down
      That's how the game go now that's why you ain't gain ground
      Cause you stuck on then dog, you ain't on now
      And that's how it's been baby cause you ain't know how
      You move your pen lazy maybe or your beats don't pound
      I move quicker than the word on the street go 'round
      I write down every lesson that my peeps hold down
      You let your heat go blaow if you ain't speak profound
      I write sixteens down 'til I hit green now
      Makin up slang, ain't know what shit mean now
      Trademarc, Marc Predka, jot the real name down
      You can catch it on every marquee in town
      Sayin Trademarc, ain't nobody like you now
      Probably sweatin this track dog, go wipe your brow

      [Chorus - 2X]

      [Bumpy Knuckles]
      You see, that's all it takes
      Is for a man to make an effort to be, effective
      And if you're not, effective... then you're defective
      Hahahaha
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    7. #22
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      جون سينا

      "We Didn't Want You To Know"

      [20 second instrumental to open]

      [Chorus: John Cena]
      If you don't know by now, we runnin the game
      Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
      Show respect to Cen' and Trade
      Cut the check, believe we're paid
      Y'all waitin for the single to drop
      Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top
      Everybody else feelin the flow
      If you don't know by now (we didn't want you to know)

      [John Cena]
      Get nasty, doin dirt don't put it past me
      "Appetite for Destruction," +Axl+ couldn't +Slash+ me
      I got hounds that found where your stash be
      They play my sound in towns, rats harass me
      They know I'm nice, they ain't bettin on you
      That's like playin roulette and bettin on blue
      Cena gon' blow - you goin no place
      Snatch your dame, show her my old face
      Still walk tall with a staggered stance
      Plus I hold on the club like I was Bagger Vance
      Make you breakdance for me, have you doin headspins
      Ship you to D.C., covered in Redskins
      Catch me in a classic drop low with the wine paint
      Plus I'm classic on the flow, every line great
      Believe me, yo the speech is tight
      I lay you down like when you sleep at night, big business

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Y'all are cowards y'all found power and cower
      The gunpowder a thousand shots an hour leavin blocks devoured
      Have your family prayin for your survival
      Bust shots and get cops bent out control like a spiral
      Man get the fuck on if you got bangers involved
      Man get the fuck on and keep your chambers revolved
      Man get the fuck on and get your weight up
      Man get the fuck on or you get laid up
      Sippin BNB out the sceptre
      It's not Trademarc to you dog it's still mister
      Sophisticated, and Marc's never stuck up
      I know when to shoot my mouth off and when to shut the fuck up
      Every rhyme I write, worth bitin
      Every room I'm in, worth micin
      I'm artistic, you must have missed it
      When I said every rapper sucks I was bein optimistic

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Trademarc's mind is dilated
      Highly rated, madly envied, that mean we kindly hated
      The nightcrawler brawl and have you missin
      when we drag your body out to sea like fishermen
      and takin everything that's glistenin
      So run your chain or your dame, it's all the same
      Just a verb exchanged - you listenin?
      Man, I never leak what I think
      And never sleep cause you miss the point of life when you blink

      [John Cena]
      Fuck with the kid I'll leave you laid up in intensive care
      This monopoly, I ain't got intent to share
      When it's time to do business, I got no friends
      A true hustler, burn the candle at both ends
      If anybody on the scene doubt
      I show 'em so much green, you think I'm farmin fuckin bean sprouts
      Wrist iced when I'm cracked ya mold
      Cause revenge is a dish that is best served (cold
      -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
      جون سينا

      "Bad, Bad Man"

      [John Cena]
      Aww, you done did it now
      Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!
      They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!
      Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here
      Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!

      Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets
      Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat
      Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone
      I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
      You can't help but nod your head to the track
      Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back
      Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it
      Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it
      Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold
      This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
      We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker
      Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker
      Everything that I be spittin is strong
      After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song
      We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan
      And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

      [Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles]
      With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man
      Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man
      Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man
      I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

      [Tha Trademarc]
      We devils - rockin ambient levels
      We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
      And cats got one-liners, I drop several
      And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress
      or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle
      I rip rappers and take responsibility
      for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate
      Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date
      and ride beats, creep through side streets
      Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak
      Punchlines - man, don't even beg
      I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg
      You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke
      You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote
      I flood tracks like cracks in boats
      And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat

      [Chorus]

      [Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]
      TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a beast
      MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street
      My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
      It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head
      Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion
      is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics
      My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson
      Fightin in his prime, one rhyme
      And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw
      Your face is a coat type raw
      And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor
      My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor
      I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
      I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you
      Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you
      I'm a bad, bad man

      Yeah, check it out
      It's Bumpy Knuckles baby
      And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON
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    8. #23
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      جون سينا

      "Running Game"

      [20 second instrumental to open]

      [Chorus 2X: John Cena]
      We roll by in the pimp ride (then we)
      Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me)
      Crew heavy on the thick side
      Everybody feelin this, y'all know we serious

      [John Cena]
      I'll be makin you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo
      Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo
      Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits
      You like a proctologist, you feelin my shit
      Yeah - you all hype like a street team
      I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene
      Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click
      Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick
      Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot
      There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot
      Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again
      She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan
      See me on TV, knows everything about me
      You can't fuck with me, she can't fuck without me
      And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs
      That's like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what?

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Fuck record execs, promisin checks
      I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks
      sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath
      Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet
      I got girls runnin game with a pimp strut
      Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up
      They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me
      I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
      Nas said it before, that's raw
      If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor
      Man, I got no time for words after sex
      I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next
      Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare
      Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there
      I've had hookers to virgins, on they back
      Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z
      I play the field, I never let the field play me
      You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard
      Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board
      I'm stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range
      Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change
      She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig
      She called my dick Frank White cause it's +Notoriously B.I.G

      ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
      جون سينا

      "Beantown"

      "Big up Boston!"

      [John Cena]
      Yeah whassup baby? We gon' do some things right now
      Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin?
      N.Y. representin, Dirty South representin
      Chi-Town, L.A., they all doin their thing
      We got a lil' somethin bubblin in Beanpot over here y'know?
      I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
      Straight up, hittin one two like Manny Ortiz ya heard?

      It's John Cena baby, and we heatin up the Beanpot
      Big up Boston, you know the whole team hot
      Yo we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
      And we 'bout to make it ugly just like Kevin McHale
      Cena takin over - I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
      I got a tea party, baby meet me on the Green Line
      Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
      Roll thick like Yaz's sideburns in seventy-three
      Like Tom Brady and the Pats, we rollin kids
      Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
      From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
      We like the left field wall, we stackin +Monster Green+
      Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way
      My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay/parquet
      I rent my own team, we takin over the industry
      Like the big dick, baby nobody can finish me

      [Chorus: scratched 4X]
      "Big up Boston!" "No one shows pity"

      [Tha Trademarc]
      Yeah, it's Trademarc baby, biggin up Boston, yeah
      6-1-7, 9-7-8, 7-8-1, 5-0-8, and 4-1-3
      And I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
      And we alone on top like we goin stag
      It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
      In four years we countin three rings
      I'm the MVP, baby gimme that key ring
      And me, Brady and Branch'll own our sweet thing
      Yeah, and we ain't gon' stop
      We at the Eagle {?}, cook 'em all as they flop
      And T.O. takin on the B roll and that's the past
      Beatin everybody and the salary cap
      What now? You say titan's your rep
      That's like Peyton winning big games out on Gillette
      We don't forget y'all, we're keepin it grimy
      Had the Steel Curtain lookin like venetian blinds
      Yeah baby, that's how it go
      That's why next year it's lookin like 3 in a row

      [Chorus]

      [Esoteric]
      Yeah, uhh
      It's Esoteric, tunin in
      Puttin it down, for Boston Mass
      Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be
      Home of Source magazine, the Pats and Edo. G
      Steadily poetically I'm Bill Russell in command
      Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan
      Pack a man down quick like neanderthals
      Standin tall after brawlin up in Fanueil Hall
      As a young buck moms said I disobey
      All she heard was no-ma/Nomar like fans in Fenway
      But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
      And {?} bug to the {?} women wearin {?} in the club
      A deadly combination like venom hit your blood
      Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love
      I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot
      My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
      It's clear now, you livin in fear now
      Big up Boston, the champ is here now
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      جون سينا

      "This Is How We Roll"

      [Chorus: repeat 2X]
      Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money's pilin..
      Low, this is how we roll

      [John Cena]
      Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back
      The game weak, I'ma pick up slack
      Hands high like a stick-up jack, fuck your boring rap
      This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp
      I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose
      Y'all are fuckin clowns, you belong in a circus
      This is big bid'ness, we don't stop 'til the money home
      Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb
      And I'm a savage in the booth
      I'm on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth
      Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs
      You better quit rappin 'fore I start makin layoffs
      Fuck a day off, I'm movin heavy for the payoff
      You don't ride to this? We don't need you, stay off
      Hate on this? I don't care what you said
      Y'all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      I don't smile as such, buddy, ain't much funny
      You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you fuckin gully
      I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch
      You love me, that's why you got your style from me
      Most sayin Marc Predka's overconfident
      It's only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent
      The dominant factor is the money I'm after
      Your opinion ain't mean shit buddy - I ain't ask ya
      It's gon' be what it's gon' be
      It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay
      Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play
      I write rhymes 'til ya boy is heard mayne
      Cause alls I got, is my voice and word
      Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don
      It's on baby pah yeah word is bond
      Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song - what now?

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      Yeah, yeah... yeah
      I got that velcro flow, I'll make you stick to this
      So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous
      A glass of Chardonnay doesn't whine like you
      I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ
      Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through
      In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue
      I don't think there's a player nice
      Keep your Cristal, I'm shoot Jagermeister
      Foot to the floor and you ain't you keep the pace
      Throw me a whore and call me Kobe cause you know that I'ma beat the case
      I buy some land, and never even see the place
      Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste
      Throw away money like I hate on loot
      Copped your CD it sounds great on mute
      Words turn 'em to dust makin MC's disintergrate
      My name get traffic like the California interstate, what?

      ----------------------------------------------------------------
      جون سينا

      "Know The Rep"
      (feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx))

      [Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]
      Hahahaha...
      Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen

      My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame
      And kill for the right price I got a buckin name
      My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim
      We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game
      I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I like
      than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right
      I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night
      Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen
      I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap
      so smooth contest you'll be out of that
      Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin
      You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin
      I make aight hot, I make dope raw
      And send you higher than a long Colt four-four
      You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor
      And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor

      [Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles]
      A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
      We keep on, once the cops are gone
      This is real street spit you best be warned
      Tell your favorite MC the mic is on
      A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
      We keep on, once the cops are gone

      [John Cena]
      Yeah, yeah
      It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master
      My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster
      See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the pile
      Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style
      I make sure you and your mans done
      When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin And1
      You see me on the team dog you know the game's over
      Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder
      Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat
      Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats
      And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change
      Make sure you whole FACE gettin rearranged
      We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog
      It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob
      It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze
      Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade

      [Tha Trademarc]
      This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat
      Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy
      Give me a beat, man I'll body that
      Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that
      What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap
      You lost the beat, man you bought a map
      Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that
      Been off the street too long, I want my corner back
      You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback
      You ride the beat like side streets on a flat
      Don't play dumb, I know where you came from
      You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come
      Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch
      like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle
      It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down
      A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now
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    10. #25
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      جون سينا

      "What Now"

      [20 second instrumental to open]

      [Chorus: female singer]
      I... will get by
      Touch the sky, time to fly, 'til we die

      [Tha Trademarc]
      For what it's worth I see the purpose of life
      I see below the surface and the version that you know and hold is not right
      Hahaha, man I oughta just laugh
      The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path
      (What's that?) That's the weight of my craft
      I breathe easy, and let my chest slowly contract
      And write rhymes to inform baby not to uplift
      If you wanna make it all, you gotta persist (yo put me on)
      Yeah, all that talk's a waste
      Cause I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
      Hold five, everything live
      And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive
      But I balance my talents with a hope and a drive
      And ride beats dog, that's where my focus derive
      And keep notepads and vocab, that's my guide
      And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide - what now

      [Chorus]

      [John Cena]
      My brain is impossible to thinkin philosophical
      Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical
      The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay strong
      I ain't stoppin 'til I own the field that y'all play on
      Desperado - eyes like a bird of prey
      Cold soldier - crack snap your vertebrae
      No heater - flow sweeter than Cohiba
      Cinnamon dip, spice ride in the cinnamon whip
      Quite wide on the benjamin clip
      Might slide but we ain't gonna slip - no way
      If the meek shall inherit the earth, guess what?
      Y'all get the globe if they measure in, lyrical worth
      Trademarc flow first, make the mental work
      Fuck a verse - I rearrange your dental work
      And when it pop off, we not soft
      We like the Bentleys; y'all just the Chrysler knockoffs

      [Chorus]

      [Tha Trademarc]
      But that's life, yeah you hearin me right
      It's like I had to find the black of night
      come back to life with master insight that shine bright - I'm always learnin
      My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin
      It's sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
      I take chances, jump before the water's in range
      And never wait for safe answers so if all that remains
      is lookin back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances
      Man it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't mean a thing
      That I get money and fame, it's all the same
      if you call me Trademarc or if you know my real name
      Marc Predka ain't attached to ego
      He's a hero for the average people, a blessing
      Who transcends the essence of a poet with a street flow
      It's not lip service I don't speak to hear myself talk
      And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've been taught
      ----------------------------------------------------------------
      جون سينا

      "Chain Gang Is The Click"

      [Chorus]
      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      [Verse 1 - John Cena]
      Prepare for the worst we commin thunderin opposition wonderin how they get the drop on us we set up
      and lock corners try to put a stop on us we react so quick the 5o couldn’t even call the cops on us
      steady put the rocks on us but my chain stay still, still my name stay real spit the flame they feel I
      no the game take skill that why the brains stay ill we bout to change the deal keep the champagne
      chilled we sippin? With a molly rose yall belly meatin beef and nothing but bologna foes your phony
      flows we stopping rise own the own the game yall is leasing with the option to buy your flight been
      delayed kid you not gonna fly we got the army throw your hands to the sky this is chain gang bitch
      don’t bother to check us yall don’t got to like us but you gon respect us motherfucker

      [Chorus]
      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the troth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      [Verse 2 - tha Trademarc]
      Listen baby im just tryin to eat it’s the same game that put chain gang in the street got goons with
      a few hundred clips in the heat it’s the same sex violence and money diein to meat got game im a fan
      its music move me I found writhing rhymes was soothing don’t lose me never let the truth allude me the
      skills I respect I expect u dolly some got gifts man but reflect it crudely that why I keep it real
      like rejected movies what now and no what was or would be only sing along if you understood me the
      seen hip hop dawg aint were it could be trademark will take yall right where it should be you actors
      that’s where it stops you stars on stage yall adecrative props what now

      [Chorus]
      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      [Verse 3 - tha Trademarc & John Cena]
      Look man my voice cristen in beats your vision see ripples on concrete for glisten heat whenever I
      speak I walk streets? Trademarc john cena Freddie fox and rup corrupt mob the chain gang spittin the
      same slang let the iron go bang bang and came man let the church bells ring ring to all yall coppin
      the lot let it hang hang

      [John Cena]
      Yall think we lucky that aint nothen new to me cause luck is preparation lockin heads with
      opportunity so far I just had to listen and learn play my position and earn with the vision and burn
      now the shit is all turned and im reppin for pride where im from you either step up or step aside want
      some get some stop drop and parral chain gang run this bitch lock stock and barrel

      [Chorus]
      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      We fight together we ride together right now we loud together chain gang is the click its trade mark
      the truth it’s a basic thuganomics im raining fire like apache helicopters

      We fight together we ride together right now we gon to get loud together chain gang is the click
      click click click

    11. #26
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      جون سينا و جذي خلصت البوم جون سينا

      "If It All Ended Tomorrow"

      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
      Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
      So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?

      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
      Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
      So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
      What Would You Do, What Would You Do?

      Uh, this is how it go down
      I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound
      I pile a 150 outta town, aint nobody around
      Im in the back seat breakin it down
      My love has been a past week dawg lately I found
      Our press made us turn the radio down
      But God bless now they talkin bout layin me down
      Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
      What now?
      Preachin on the way that they handle thing
      Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot Same Thing
      Now, so I take a second look at my life
      I made too many mistakes that I just couldnt make right
      Should've been more focused than I take things light
      When I'm gone this is what ya'll will say I was like
      American fool, no not that baddest or cool
      Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool
      Not a big name playa, in fact its true
      Never wanted this shit without the kats he knew
      He got lucky rode the co-tails of everyones fame
      In two weeks aint nobody gon' rememba his name
      Fuck It
      I'm ready to go, I done made records
      Made monetary often that flow
      More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong
      Its all over regardless what you say when Im gone
      What now?

      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
      Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
      So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?

      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
      Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
      So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
      What Would You Do, What Would You Do?

      I want ya'll to feel the wound, its the truth in my words
      I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard
      It was a while back, 10:20 in the morn'
      Kat should up on my lawn in the rug-ed uniform
      Unexpected, theres a knock on my door
      I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before
      Open to great him, but the second he sees me
      His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy
      But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first
      I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse
      Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down
      Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out
      Says I've been sleepin wit his wifey
      And he ain't the type of kat to take that shit lightly
      I made a move and he told me homie wait
      Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38
      He asked me if I'm ready to die
      Said he was gonna pull my brains all over the sky
      Said he was leavin the country, and he was straight with the passports
      Cocked the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts
      I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this.
      I close my eyes hopin it's painless
      Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too
      But homie havin trouble with his follow through
      By a miracle, I avoid the chalk ground
      Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down
      His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it
      Picked me outta the crowd but couldn't do it
      Just lost it, and as he's walkin away
      I realize life is short so I'm markin the day
      Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead
      And I could give a Fuck what the next man said
      I live how I wanna live
      Buy what I wanna buy
      Do what I wanna do
      Try What I wanna try
      Fear nothin, take chances
      Not afraid to fail, always makin advances
      So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway
      No regrets bitch, I did it my way
      Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
      Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
      So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?

      What Would You Do If It All Ended Tomorrow?
      Time Runnin Out, Ain't No More You Can Borrow
      So Many Paths, which one you gonna follow?
      What Would You Do, What Would You Do?
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      كلمات البوم seether

      "Because Of Me"

      Here she comes again
      She's feeling like she's already won
      I believe it's gonna end again, all for naught
      My philosophy is things are just as wrong as they seem
      I believe it's gonna end this way, atrocity
      Do you believe in love
      Like I believe in pain
      Nobody died for you, somebody pray for me

      When you see me cut me down
      And I will force it underground
      There's no one left to hurt but me
      And it's because of me, right?

      There he walks away
      He's feeling like he's having them on
      I believe he's gonna bend again
      And all for naught
      My philosophy is things are just as wrong as they seem
      I've gotta get you off of me, it's such an oddity
      Do you believe in love
      Like I believe in pain
      Nobody died for you
      Someone pray for me
      I want to see you suffer
      Suffer
      __________________
      "Remedy"

      Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
      And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
      It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
      My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
      If you want me hold me back

      Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
      And so we go back to the remedy
      Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
      And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

      I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
      So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
      It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
      I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
      If you want me hold me back

      Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
      And so we go back to the remedy
      Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
      And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
      Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
      And so we go back to the remedy
      Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
      And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"

      Hold your eyes closed, take me in
      Hold your eyes closed, take me in

      Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
      And so we go back to the remedy
      Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
      And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
      Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
      And so we go back to the remedy
      Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
      And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me
      ------------------------------------------------------------
      "Truth"

      If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive?
      Though I'm closer to wrong
      I'm no further from right
      And now I'm convinced on the inside that something's wrong with me
      Convinced on the inside, you're so much more than me, yeah
      No there's nothing you say that can salvage the lie
      But I'm trying to keep my intentions disguised
      And now I'm deprived of my conscience and something's got to give
      Deprived of my conscience
      This all belongs to me, yeah

      I'm beaten down again, I belong to them
      Beaten down again, I've failed you
      I'm weaker now my friend, I belong to them
      Beaten down again, I've failed you

      The deception you show is your own parasite
      Just a word of advice you can heed if you like
      And now I'm convinced on the inside that something's wrong with me
      Convincd on the inside you're so much more than me, yeah
      I'm beaten down
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    13. #28
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      "The Gift"

      Hold me now I need to feel relief
      Like I never wanted anything
      I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to
      I'm so ashamed of defeat
      And I'm out of reason to believe in me
      I'm out of trying to get by

      I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
      I don't belong here and I'm not well
      I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
      Right on the wrong side of it all

      I can't face myself when I wake up
      And look inside a mirror
      I'm so ashamed of that thing
      I suppose I'll let it go
      Untill I have something more to say for me
      I'm so afraid of defeat
      And I'm out of reason to believe in me
      I'm out of trying to defy

      I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
      I don't belong here and I'm not well
      I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
      Right on the wrong side of it all

      Hold me now I need to feel complete
      Like I matter to the one I need

      I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
      I don't belong here and I'm not well
      I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
      Right on the wrong side of it all

      Now I'm ashamed of this
      I am so ashamed of this
      Now I'm so ashamed of this
      I am so ashamed of me
      -------------------------------------------------
      "Burrito"

      Try to hide myself
      Give this to someone else
      My hands are stained with scum
      Wish I could wash it away
      You keep taking, taking away
      And keep breaking, breaking, break

      I can't believe in yesterday
      I feel you coming in
      I can't just stand by and watch you
      Save yourself as you fall from grace
      When you come around, I won't be your sympathy

      The worst is over now
      You said it anyhow
      My life in monochrome
      Wish I could regain control
      You keep taking, taking away
      I keep faking, faking, fake

      Find me, feel me fill me, then cut me up again
      Find me, feel me the cut me up

      HATE
      ME
      HATE
      ------------------------------------------------
      "Given"

      Trust all the things
      I tell you are true
      Dress up in your best
      So I can be proud of you
      And never believe I won't turn on you
      And never believe I do this for you...

      You're leading me on again
      And I find it yeah I like it
      And I'm reeling in awe for sure
      Now I know it was given to me
      Given to me, given to me...

      How I wish I could be rid of the ennui
      Make you regret and make you afraid of me
      And never believe I do this for me
      And never believe I'll do this gently
      Can't believe in broken promises
      And render conscious all of me
      I'll tell you it's all for you
      Then deny it
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      "Never Leave"

      Will I fall again into dismay?
      Will I be ashamed of crying?
      And I know it's never been the way that I described
      But I am afraid of trying
      She's the one who keeps me all excited
      She keeps me begging for more
      She's the one who deems me uninvited
      Now it's over

      Never leave me, and don't deceive me
      I'll keep on crawling my friend
      Never tease me and don't leave me here
      It's all the same in the end

      Now I find that I am weaker fare
      That I am ashamed of lying
      And I know things never feel the way that's right inside
      And I am afraid of dying
      'Cause you're the one who keeps me all excited
      You keep me begging for more
      You're the one who keeps me uninvited
      Now it's over
      Never leave me, and don't deceive me
      I'll keep on crawling my friend
      It's only a symbol you're got me falling away
      And I am afraid
      Take back what I said
      It's all the same in the end
      It's all the same in the end
      It's all the same in the end
      It's only a symbol
      -------------------------------
      "World Falls Away"

      Must be something they're hiding
      Must be reasons that no one will dare to tell
      Must be something inside me
      But I don't think so anymore
      It's hurting again now
      And I don't need friends when I have foes like you
      It's hurting again now
      It's killing me to be here all alone
      Go away it's all the same
      There's more for me

      As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
      As the world turns to grey
      It's killing me unwillingly and I am just the same as you

      Must be something confided
      Must be someway to feel the pain and heal again
      Pain and pleasure, inviting
      I don't think so anymore
      It's hurting again now
      And I don't need pills
      When I have drugs like you
      It's hurting again now
      It's killing me to be here all alone
      Go away
      It's all the same
      There's more for me
      I'm just like you, just not a fool
      I'm just like you
      Shut up
      --------------------------------
      "Tongue"

      Well the tongue inside my mouth is not for sale
      Any spirit left in me is fading fast
      Could you throw another stone to ease my pain?
      Could you throw another stone to seal my fate?
      'Cause I didn't believe in this world anymore, anymore
      I don't believe in me

      And if I can rise above this I'll be saved
      Can anybody save me?
      And if I can die for love, then I'm enslaved
      Can anybody save me?

      Second chances are too few and far between
      Will to change this circumstance eludes me still
      Should I grow another shell in which to live?
      Should I grow another shell and not forgive?
      'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore
      I don't believe in me
      Goodbye cruel world
      Goodbye cruel world
      Goodbye cruel world at last you se me drown
      Goodbye cruel world
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      "I'm The One"

      Here she's coming and she's drunk again
      She's only seventeen
      Her daddy said "well that's enough of that come be my little queen"
      And now he's touching her wrong again
      He's gonna give her disease
      He never wanted it anyway
      He only does as he please

      Won't you tell her that I said I'm the one
      I couldn't hurt her like everyone
      And tell her that I said I'm the one
      And I don't deserve her

      Here he's coming and he's drunk again
      He's on amphetamines
      Scratch his nails down the other leg
      'Cause you're my little queen
      And now he's touching her wrong again
      She's only trying to get by
      He never wanted it anyway
      He never soils the child

      Won't you tell her that I said I'm the one
      I couldn't hurt her like everyone
      And tell her that I said I'm the one
      And I don't deserve her
      We're coming for you
      You
      -------------------------------------------------------------------
      "Simplest Mistake"

      Watch it blow my mind
      It's something I am ill-prepared to remedy
      But let it slow the time
      It takes to die and close your eyes to your enemy
      Defy!
      Self-made millionaires won't take ideas
      >From all the little plebeians just suffocate with smiles
      And force fed lies
      And close your mind to reality
      Deny

      It feels like I'm losing again
      When I've lost everything
      I'm sure I will see more clearly
      Lose what I'm feeling to them
      And not feeling anything
      I'm sure I will bleed sincerely
      Tonight!

      So you make the simplest mistake
      So you make the simplest mistake
      And fearlessly you deny your involvement in my demise
      But give me your open hand
      -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
      "Diseased"

      Leave your mark under my skin
      Oh my how strong you are
      And feast your eyes on my disdain
      And hope this one won't scar

      I will never belong to you, again
      I will never belong to you,
      Push if you still need my pain
      Cause I will never tell
      And scream if you still hate my name
      Cause I'll be where I fell

      Come sit close to me,
      Let me feel your breath
      Come sit close to me
      Hands around my neck
      Come sit close to me,
      Let me feel your breath
      Come sit close to me, close to me, yeah

      I will never belong to you, again
      I will never belong to you

      If I decide that I am alive
      Than I'm diseased and ungrateful
      And if I confide that I am a liar
      Than I'm diseased and ungrateful
      Push in 'til it breaks, if it bleeds then I'll be okay

      If I decide that I am alive
      Than I'm diseased and ungrateful
      And if I confide that I am a liar
      Than I am alive and I'm diseased and ungrateful
      If I decide that I am alive
      Than I'm diseased and ungrateful
      If I confide that I am a liar
      Than I am alive and I'm diseased and ungrateful

      Come sit close to me
      Come sit close to me
      Come sit close to me
      Come sit close to me
      __________________
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