Forum Shadow Ots,oraz Forum 2e

klubix

Remember the name

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

klubix

right now

Someone right now is leaving their apartment looking down at the street wondering where their car went

Someone in the car sitting at a signal in front of a restaurant staring through the window at someone
right now with their finger in their teeth who could use a little floss

Right across the street theres somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket spent half a grand at a
bar getting plastered now hes gotta walk fourteen blocks to work at a shop where hes about to get fired.

Someone right now is looking pretty tired staring at a laptop trying to get inspired Somebody living
right across the street shes wrote the best things shes written all week but her best friends coughing up
blood in the sink cant even think what happened feeling so confused and he knows it looks bad but there
nothing he can do I wonder what its like to be right there in his shoes

[Chorus]
But no im just taking it in out the window of a hotel bedroom again tomorrow ill be gone I dont know
when ill be back and this world everything can change just like that, that, just like that, just like that
that, just like that, just like that

Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box and trying not to get shot in his throat

For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq hoping that he gets shipped back breathing in
a war that hes not really sure of the reasons so we show our support when the press mislead them though we
more then remain proud and salute the troops get some I know you boys got some work to do

Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life and is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchhiking
stretching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner sneaking through the water just to work and to eat
a real dinner

Right now someone wishes they were you and i instead of second guessing fatal thoughts of quiet suicide

But right now im staring at the window at a fiend with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans he pulled
out a cigarette and sparked a light and walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo im just taking it in from the second story hotel window again, the TV's on, and my bags are
packed, but in this world everything can change just like that, like that, like that, like that,

[Repeat]

Ya right now somebodys sittin in the darkness trying to figure out how to put some heat in their
apartment but they got a little mattress a little carpet and they appreciate it cause some people on a park bench you see em when you rushing to get to the office wife ride by em when she comin from the market right now somebody comin out the pocket tryin to dump that rock they runnin around the block with same time cops is raisin the glock with aim to fill your legs and your back with some hot shit right now somebodys strugglin to stop this man thats kicking and punching cussing at the doctors down the hall a child is takin his first breath the doctors aint even passed him to the nurse yet yo i wonder if he understand what its worth yet like the time spent on while we hear on the earth yet the answers to the questions we all seek can be found it depend on how free yall think right now its somebody who aint eat all week that would kill for the shit you throw away in the street i guess one mans trash is another mans treasure one mans pain is the next mans pleasure one say infinity the next say forever right now everybody got to get it together man

Im just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again put my luggage on my back i dont know where im at
im in world where we all change just like that, like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that

Just like that, Just like that
[repeat]

klubix

petrafited

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)....

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON! [x2]

Yeah
How you doin’, y’all?
My name is Mike.
I’m fooling with the new shit
I’m doing it all like
I like what i do
I do what i like
I could quit and get it back like i’m riding a bike
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back

We got that balance keeping us on track
That ya get what ya move and quit, wit no slow
You stare like you don’t care
But you do it though

I know
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, lookin’ tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don’t know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.

Lets get it over with for good
I got a friction addiction i wish you would
Machine Shop rockin’ when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Listen you are not ready
Like children in a building you can’t stand steady
It must be the beat so heavy
Coz i panic attacks like a crack in the levy

Give you that Rob or plant
Dancing days are back
Feeling all in the track and in fact
For those knowing the name
Of back with some brand new crap
Who can do it like that?

You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, lookin’ tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don’t know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.

Tough talk doesn’t mean a thing
You know for yourself you know when we’re up in a scene
Its Machine Shop rockin’ when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...

Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...

Get UP

Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON! [x2]

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track

Stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop..[fades out]

‘Chine Shop! shop...shop...shop [fades out]

klubix

feel like home

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home

Standin on the bridge in the dark
and I'm seein my breath
Tryin to make it home without freezin to death
and my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind
and how seein him tonight's gonna be the last time
I shoulda brought a jacket
blowin in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a 5 dollar bill
Thinkin layin in that box people look so still
at times like these you start thinking
your first breath in and the clock starts tickin
I'm not tryin to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic just thinkin out loud
Im just trying to make some sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feelin outside
and for a minute escapewith some rhythm and rhyme
and get away from the grey just a bit at a time

Kinda funny how this world can treat ya
Like a freak in a sideshow
A carnival creature
Climbin outta cans, Im a diamond in the sand
But you cant tell the difference in a beach of rhinestones
my life's like tryin to swallow a pinecone
it's tough when you live fast just to die slow
talk to dial tones my dreams are far fetched it seems
so I sleep underneath this park bench
I know it dont make sense and I dont expect for you to know what it's like
Smoke, drink, pissin everything off in my sight
push rocks in a pipe
lift-off I keep puffin til my lips turn white
and my chest gets tight
But who the fuck really cares when you're so far left that even death is right
All I can do is hope for the best and pray that it gets a little better than yesterday

These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go, I see another person like me
Tryin to make it all feel like home

Yo
Part of me, I think I [mixed the word] - this isn't right but no idea what it really is - "next to hurl"??
Too many problems goin on thats why I left my girl
Packed my bags and I travel with a pen and my notepad
Who said i was broke and all the things that I dont have
But still I try to find a way to escape from what I hate
Planted in my head that led to mistakes
But now im breakin the mold see I was patient and calm
Many sleep in the rain but I'm awake in the storm
Writin my life in a short film
The rise and fall
How i managed to scorch hills and climb the wall
pound pavement, aimless in this cold existence
even the things that change and i'm going the distance
overcoming the depth I had controlled for so long
and put it all behind me cos life still goes on
now i'm much stronger, I know where I stand
we'll all soul search over and over again

These days are dark and the nights are cold
people actin like they lost their soul
and everybody's tryin not to cry
tryina get by and tryin not to feel outta control
and if you look hard enough, sometimes you'll find
a place that might just remind you of home
but if it doesn't feel like home,
you can do what i do
just pretend you don't feel so alone (so alone, so alone...)

Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home

klubix

were'd you go

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.

She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself tryna stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Hallowe'en with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once in a while,
Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,
Anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"

I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...

I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you'll can sing it...

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...

klubix

in stereo

This is how it goes,
Welcome one and all to the show.
We’re wired up, fired up
Fucking ready to go.
In the back of the parking lot,
Outsida of da bar,
20 deep, 20 feet
From the boulevard.
Black hoodies, black caps
Black label and glasses
Previewing the new shit before all the masses.
Cuz the first thing I need when I got a new beat,
Is to see how it sounds echoing off the street.
I just take it for a spin,
Pop the CD in,
Slide it up to ten and get that rear view shaking.
Play it again so there’s no mistakin`,
San Andrea is the block, get this bitch earth quaking.
Like ohhhh!
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know
And if you feel like me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
You’re not ready
I got plenty cuts for twenty months drop steadily.
Plenty tracks to empty on your whack pedigree
I’m back heavily while your back peddling.
Forget the chit chat, homey homey kick back
I’m that shit that can get your homey bitch slapped.
So zip your lip back
Listen and watch we got the whole block rockin
Off the way to beat knocks
You don’t have to wanna beat along the corner they know
That if you’re standing on that corner
Then you’re getting that show
World premiering
You’re hearing
That machine shop flow
San Andrea is the block, get this bitch earth quaking
Like ohhhh!
-
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know.
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know.
And if you feel it let me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!

Turn the key,
turn the volume up to loud
Roll right roll every window down
Let the whole block know what this about
Turn it up ya’ll burn that system out
Turn the key,
turn the volume up to loud
Roll right roll every window down
Let the whole block know what this about
Turn it up ya’ll
Burn up that system like
Like ohhhh!
Ready for it here we go,
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know
And if you feel let me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
We got the whole block rocking in stereo.
Taking control, letting everybody know
And if you feel let me hear everybody go
Ohhhh!
Let’s go ahead a test out the speakers you ready
Let’s go like this

klubix

back home

Back home
Everybody`s searching for somethin`
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin`
Back home
Ain`t nobody hoping and praying
`Cause they feel like nothing can save `em
And they try to hold out but they can`t fight the fact that...
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
`Cause ain`t a damn thing free
Back home

Common:
Back home/they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
Same block they freebase yo we trapped on
where our grandmothers marched/the guns clap on
There`s liqour stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
I travel the world just to come back to it
The crib got a lot of soul like black music
I`m attached to it
In many ways this city raised me/ and gave me
the drama, honor and bravery
The streets seem hollow/when I go to Chicago
It`s cheap wine and sorrow
Times is hard to swallow
In search of God`s tomorrow/I borrow words from the
Bible/and use them for survival/gangs rival
Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics
I tell `em that this is all tribal
Used to dirt/shorty`s goin` through the same cycle
And trials like michael/tryin not to stay idle

Back home
Everybody`s searching for somethin`
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin`
Back home
Ain`t nobody hoping and praying
`Cause they feel like nothing can save `em
And they try to hold out but they can`t fight the fact that...
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
`Cause ain`t a damn thing free
Back home

Ryu:
Back home it`s not Compton but close
The same problem exist and the pain throbbin`
And folks are so common
It don`t/really bother us much we just swallow it/uh
Crackt the bottle and smoke/hope tomorrow something
Magical happens that`ll put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening`s kinda slim
Back home/we get the good life at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
I`m back home

Tak:
Back home/I try my best to keep it together it`s cold
Like the windy city streets of December
I pace back and forth/looking for the courage to shine
But can`t tap the source/need something nourish my mind
I know we all lose quite a bit in life
Only to gain some
Life or the dark winding roads we came from
But I move with the night/so I`m used to the shade
And never lose sight/bringing the truth back

Mike:
Back home/ We`ve got a lot of shit on our minds
We`re always behind on something cause there`s not enough time
And we`re non-stop/bottom line/doing what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
Back home there`s people calling us hopeless
People trying to tell us all we need is some focus
But focus
Focus is overrated
Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can`t change it
Back home is alvarado/K-town and J-town
Or little for those that don`t know
Where figures shiver/living right in the litter
Where kids write bigger/right inside the LA river
On the concrete/a symbol of our everyday way
It`s that color and concentration over heavy and grey
And by the time the ink dries on this page
I`ll be half a day away from the place where I stay

Back home
Everybody`s searching for somethin`
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin`
Back home
Ain`t nobody hoping and praying
`Cause they feel like nothing can save `em
And they try to hold out but they can`t fight the fact that...
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
`Cause ain`t a damn thing free
Back home

klubix

cigarettes

Man I love this rap game
Mainly cuz its cool
To add a little spice to the life you've been through
Everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit
To make that shit sound more gangster than it really is
You cant appear weak man
We wanna hear street
Wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
Dont take it as sarcastic
I can't get enough
Im telling you
You can call my bluff
If it's not rough, then I really don't need it
I'm not even ashamed
I got too much reality thats filling up my brain
so sell me on that chronic, I'm addicted to the game
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Once in awhile but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

Let me tell you something that I realized tonight
My hip hop radio is like marlboro lights
They're both selling stories and they sound about the same
Cigarettes say their safe, wrappers claim they really bang
We dont care if it's true when we lay the money down
We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
They're acting like we're idiots, They're lying to our face
Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway

I'm runnin out to get the next rapper's CD
Just suckin up the guns, drugs, and misogyny
The same way that I suck up all the stories
When I breathe that little bit of death supposedly cancer-free and
Everything they say's got the truth twisted up
But twisted up's what I want man, I can't get enough
Cuz even though we know it's all just a big bluff
We just light another up, what
We don't give a fuck

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Once in awhile but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

Listen to the words, Listen for awhile
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial
If you're in the car
Turn up the track man
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap

Matter of fact
Listen to the words, Listen for awhile
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial
If you're in the car
Turn up the track man
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Once in awhile but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool

klubix

belive me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to
Believe me

But I
Won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now
Believe me

Yo
I don't wanna be the one to blame you
Like fun and games
Keep playin' 'em
I'm just sayin-
Think back then
We was like one in the same
On the right track
But I was on the wrong train
It's like that
Now you gotta face the pain
And the devil's got a fresh new place to play
In your brain
Like a maze
You can never escape
The rain
Every damn day's the same shade of grey

Hey
I used to have a little bit of a plan
Use ta'
Have a concept of where I stand
But that concept slipped right outta my hand
And now
I don't really even know who I am
Yo
What do I have to say
Maybe I should do
What I have to do to break free
'N whatever happens to you
We'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to
Believe me

But I
Won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now
Believe me

Back then
I thought you were just like me
Somebody who could see all the pain I see
But you
Proved to me unintentionally
That you would self destruct eventually
Now I'm thinkin' like the mistake I made doesn't hurt
But its not gonna work
'Cause it's really much worse
Than I thought
I wished you were something you were not
And now this guilt is really all that I got

You turn your back
And walk away in shame
All you got
Is a memory 'a pain
Nothin' makes sense
You jus' stare at the ground
I hear your voice in my head
When no one else is around
So what do I have to say
Maybe I should do
What I have to do
To break free
Man
'N whatever happens to you
We'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to
Believe me

But I
Won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now
Believe me

Yeah!

I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to
Believe me

But I
Won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now
Believe me

I will do what I have to do
You're on your own now
Believe me
Whatever happens to you
You're on your own now
Believe me
What do I have to say
You're on your own now
Believe me
Its not gonna happen to me
You're on your own now
Believe me

Yeah!

klubix

get me gone

The dude, he said that, like, when we were making the first Linkin Park record
He was like,
"Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band."
You know what I mean, like, trying to change us
like they signed us as an act like what we sound like and then he's like
"Oh I don't know maybe you should just play keyboard"

Before the first song that you heard me on
There were people already tryin' to get me gone
Tellin' me to quit rapping
"Just play the keys"
That my band had a singer
They didn't need me
But my band had my back
So we did the tracks
Put out the album and the talk went flat
It was funny at first but then the humour faded
When some magazines printed that our label made us
We were to be good to be true
Some were saying ghost writers were writin' all that we do
So we had to disprove it
We spelled it out to the detail how we do it when we're making this music
After that I made it a rule
I only do e-mail responses to print interviews
Because these people love to put a twist to your words
To infer that you said something fucking absurd

Oh, did I lose you at infer?
Not used to hearing a verse that uses over first grade vocabulary words?
People used to infer that we were manufactured
Now I've got the interviews on file
Which people said what
Which number to dial
So now every enemy screaming insanity
All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me
Bitch

klubix

high road

Lets go ya'll

These people are running off at the mouth
Tryin to convince me that I'm running on empty
Tryin to convince themselves that the record with Jay was a fluke
That the record that I'm makin is a mistake
and I cant take this
Lemme tell you where I'm at with this
You bastards are gonna have to take back that shit
I'm not plastic and fake
When I make tracks I take facts and lay them out for the masses
You assholes are gonna see soon that I'm not playin
Start askin me the names that I'm not sayin
But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickerin
bigger than the petty name callin
under the breath talkin
rumors and labels and categorization
I'm like a struggling doctor, No patients
But you can say what you want about me
keep talkin while I'm walkin away

You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

You people are running off at the mouth
Tryin to make me take myself off safety
Tryin to make my friends turn their backs on the team we built
buildin up some mistaken information
and I cant take this
lemme spell it out plain for you
angry groups complain about the things we do
im not changing direction, I'm stepping my game up
Maintainin my name, the same way I came up
You're gonna see that I'm not playin
start asking the names that I'm not sayin
but im tryin not to mention the names of people who wanna sight and attention
You like the hype but pretendin you're part of the picture wont pass
You're like a high school dropout, no class
You can say what you want about me
keep talkin while i'm walkin away bitch

You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

Why does it always have to be
Somebody's always watching me
All I really need is some room to breathe
Is anybody out there listening?
Cuz I cant stand to keep this in
All I really want, I'll say it again

You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today

klubix

kenij-ko

My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store

Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
When this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier,
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,'
In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Esay,"
That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black 'cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags was all they gave them,
When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Mandinar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
Stop it don't look at the gunmen,
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.

As soon as war broke out
The G.I came and they just come to the house and
"You have to come"
"All the Japanese have to go"
They took Mr. Lee
People didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent (neighbour/labourer?)

So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
They were just doin' their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin' the army,
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
"Japs not welcome anymore."
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiped the tears away,
And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp

When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad

I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp.

klubix

red to black

I had a friend named Victor
The two of us used to hang every single day
And it seemed like overnight
That his whole life just changed
I know when his mom and dad broke up
It didn't make sense
But i know that his dad was a drunk
And he gambled away the rent

Pretty soon Vic was seeing red
Pissed off and instead
Hed drink every night until he passed out
And then hed do it all again
The whole time spelling on the outside
To cover the pain
But on the inside
All he was trying to do was get away

Trying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks

Yo, Funny how things change color
Than fade to another shade
When you had it made it was all good
But now look just another day
It was so fresh
It was so clean
Never saw it gone
One, two, three
Lights out, which way to turn
Can't get a grip
All alone in a big white house
Every day gets worse
And you just curse until your head bursts
And it hurts so bad she left
You think to yourself
I shoulda thought of that one first
No family, no kids
Cant accept what you did
Now you wanna run away
But you can't
Cause the past comes back again

Slippin through the cracks
Have a little shack
Go to bed half dead
What about rent
Why does every cent gotta be a bet
Whens it gonna end
Oh my god we dont got a penny left
My moms gotta find a way
To get a job, out of debt, out of dodge
Out of breath, out of this big problem
My pops wanna get away from the pain
In a better place in his brain
But the medication he takes
Makes him wasted
So sick if hes gonna faint
The good lord would come take him
Im shaking now wake up
You son of a bitch!

He's dying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Hiding himself away
Watching all the memories fade away
From red to black

He's dying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Hiding himself away
Watching all the memories fade away
From red to black

Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks