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1st
Haways długwala hay la
Ha̱ylikaya Kasow
X̱is Długwala hay g̱i
Tłlus długwala Hamay
Hamay Hamay Hamay
Hama May Yi Ha May Ha Ma
Ha May
Ha Ha May Ha May
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Having obtained a supernatural gift
To truly heal and purify and do right
This is a supernatural treasure
Your supernatural gift
2nd
Xiyakaya
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To heal by spraying water through your teeth
3rd
G̱wikwa̱lagila
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Life making power
4th
Mudzika̱ya
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You’re riddled and loaded with powers and gifts and rites
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This next song is dedicated to every crooked cop,
and every sky train flunky who ever got in my way.
Got the shoes, the booze, the guns, the weed, the need
to make a motherfucker bleed like milk.
Rolling off the spot the bitch got shot
Shit went down, I kid you not
Didn’t want to kill her but I knew I had to hurt her.
It’s a mutherfucking drug waaaaaaarrrrr
It’s a mutherfucking…
Nothing's been the same since war’s being declared
Chicken-shit cops turning yellow running scared.
Everybody’s driving the ring road impaired.
You better watch your ass ‘cause no one's getting spared.
There’s violence at the rock shop, down at the cop shop
The lights are gone red but it ain't ever gonna stop.
Because the rocks are on the street, they're rolling through Whalley
Leaving home alone would be a foolish man’s folly.
Unless you're dealing, buying, smokin’, shootin’ smack or only cokin’
You better stay at home unless your nose gets broken.
Fire up the pipe but you better bring a nine
‘Cause being unprotected is the only fucking crime…
In Whalley.
Fuck the peace, fuck the peace.
Fuck ‘em! It’s a mutherfucking…
Got the shoes, the booze, the guns, the weed, the need
To make a motherfucker bleed like milk.
Rolling off the spot the bitch got shot
Shit went down, I kid you not
Didn’t want to kill her but I new I had to hurt her.
The battlefield is bloody and the concrete’s turning red
‘Cause another casualty got shot in the crackhead.
The lines are being drawn ‘round the body on the lawn
When the shit goes down what side you gonna be on?
White trash jock, you better buy a glock
‘Cause the crackhead militia are the new police on your block.
They're always getting stronger, their reach is getting longer
You can always get a tenner from the local crack monger.
The basie crack rock is the purest form of blood lust
They’re fighting for the right to deal the shit in front of Stardust.
The rockers are rollin’, the cadaver’s gettin’ stolen
Yo the money's in his hand the crack cocaine is in his colon.
The skrilla, the brilla and the pipe made of glass
Yo the steroid gorilla’s going to grill your fuckin’ ass.
If you step out of line or you look the wrong way
‘Cause in the crack war for Whalley everybody's got to pay B.
Sorry…
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Shit get’s real.
Ya’ all that was hard, like,
Ya’ all that I know is real.
My security, I’m living insecurity.
I’m fearing me, I’ll gulp wearily.
Nah I’m just kidding, liquor ain’t steering me.
Maybe ADHD got me a little anxious.
Ah, if you don’t like my shit,
Then you can fuck off with your fake ass.
Look at my life, I’m driven, just kidding,
Happy as long as I’m spitting.
Damn, I’m challenged, I’m chemically imbalanced;
A whole plate full of grateful,
Mischievous, stupendous, arrested, I exploded.
Woke up in a jail cell loaded.
Yup, yup, looking all rested,
Get over it.
Yippie! I guess I’m not claustrophobic.
Shit get’s real.
Ya’ all that was hard, like,
Ya’ all that I know is real.
Many years ago, when I used to be a kid.
Never did what I was told, never told what I did.
Now I’m living inside this penitentiary,
Should have listened to my elders,
Maybe, I’d be free.
But I’m not going to whine, ‘cause I know that I’ll do the time.
Tick tock and do my time, as I’m kicking a dope rhyme.
In my mind I’ve got freedom, in my heart I’ve got pain.
The demons in my brain are trying to drive me insane,
But I’m never shakin’ it rough, because my attitude is tough,
Coming off the streets, yeah, it’s rough…
Shit get’s real.
Ya’ all that was hard, like,
Ya’ all that I know is real.
I’m used to abuse, I proved that I’m proof.
I’m using a ruse to confuse all them fools.
I stimulate great debate,
amongst all the fools with the wrong rational.
I still break rules. I’m used to confusion.
I’m used to being used, and
I’m used to black eyes, broken bones, and a brusin’.
I’m used to this mission.
I search for what’s missing.
I’m used to the dark road that leads back to prison.
I’m used to game, getting used to the pain.
I’m used to maintain only tears in rain.
I’m used to bein’ dissed, I’m used to bein’ pissed.
I’m used to broken knuckles on both of my fists.
I’m used to being poor, sleeping on the floor.
I’m used to being woken up and thrown out the door.
I’m used to just livin’ but not living life.
I’m used to existing and not caring why.
I’m was used to the glass, pipe full of crack, accumulating resin and pushin’ Brillo back.
I’m used to the streets, used to being tweaked,
Used to no sleep for at least two weeks; now clean.
I’m used to being frozen, out there with the bros and,
Chillin’ outside conversatin’ with the bros and,
I was used to my tent and not paying rent.
Having to grind for my money, when it was already spent.
I was used to the nights, used to a fight.
Tweaked on everything, goin’ hard all night,
I’m used to broke days, trying to get paid.
Feeling lost and hopeless,
‘Till I always found my way.
Shit get’s real.
Ya’ all that was hard, like,
Ya’ all that I know is real.
As I walk down my street at night,
I’m overwhelmed by the pain, I…
As I walk down my street at night,
I’m overwhelmed by the pain, I…
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Sometimes it’s Good to rise
up early and chant
To move away from negativity
To say positive
To stay bless
Keep your mind free with no stress
It’s be been so long
I wanna stand and sing it out strong
Persistence morals and goals
We got no poles to take away no souls
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
(Run to the east the east you know…for real)
Ancient tradition
for all my people have to sing along
(Yeah) I prefer be out in the east
I don’t want no mark of the beast
( hear what we have to do)
(You have to)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
(You have to pack up and run)
(Say)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
I’m talking ancient tradition
We’re man and woman have to live along
Natural out good
Eating blessed, staying bless good
(Health and strength)
(Here what we have to do)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
(Run away)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
Doesn’t matter what nationality or creed
We all is one breed
Stay focus meditation
And understand we’re we come
From
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
But if you look to the east
there is a coming of a king
liberation they have to free us up all in the lands
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
(Listen to me)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
So I decide to sing along
Spread a positive vibration
All the players of instruments
In the gates of Zion
(So)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
(Run quick)
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
I want everybody come along
Cause We got message to send along
(You know)
Everybody catching a vibe
It’s like a peaceful meditation
(Aye)
That’s why I’m due to drop the message
I want everybody sing along
Run away
Run away
Run away
From the land of the setting sun
(Yeah)
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Here's a song about six billion better ways to spend six billion dollars.
This five ring elitist corporate shit show has wasted six billion dollars and counting. For what? What do we have to show for it? Poverty, homelessness, exploitation, oppression, destruction of civil liberties, rights and basic freedoms.
We can think of six billion better ways to waste six billion dollars. Proper health care for everyone, education, affordable housing, and social programs would be a start.
We will not stand for this corporate shit show on stolen native land, not while people live in poverty, not while children are starving. Not while jobs are disappearing at the hand of greedy corporate outsourcing. Being homeless is a crime! Not while our civil liberties, basic rights and freedoms are being stripped away and sold off to the highest bidder
This is just the beginning over of six billions better ways to waste over six billion dollars. Six billion better ways to waste six billion dollars. Six billion better ways to waste six billion dollars. Six billion better ways to waste six billion dollars
We will not stand for this Olympic shit show on stolen native land not while people live in poverty, not while children are starving, not while jobs are disappearing at the hand of greedy corporate outsourcing. Being homeless is a crime!
Not well our civil liberties, basic rights and freedoms are being stripped away and sold off to the highest bidder.
Tonight we take back our rights. Tonight we take back our streets. Tonight we call for convergence and unity as we stand together and piss on the status quo.
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Welcome to a world unreal
Where everything is made of steel,
And bolted to a concrete floor,
And locked behind an iron door.
This is what they call my cell,
Where all the ghosts keep secrets well.
My eyes will stare with burning fire,
When I look up at the razor wire.
Can you take me?
Can you take me to the other side?
Take me.
And show me where the angels fly...
It almost feels like yesterday,
A young man threw his life away.
Now 13 years have passed me by,
I only wish I could've said goodbye.
Can you take me?
Can you take me to the other side?
Take me.
And show me where the angels fly.
This is where the sinners dwell,
Remembered for the souls they sell.
They'll con you, scam you, cheat you blind,
Just like the crazy world I left outside.
Can you take me?
Can you take me to the other side?
Take me.
And show me where the angels fly.
Take me,
And I will be there by your side.
They will never break me until I die.
I try to find some peace of mind,
But never seem to find the time...
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7. |
ICEMAN - Death's Door
04:17
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Fadin' fast
Feeling drained
Darkness reigns again
Bad moon rising
Death swoops down
Hurtling to seal my doom
Despair in the air
Fear everywhere
Soul's turning black
Through hell and back
Near dying, it's cold grip terrifying
Freezing me to the death's door
Fentanyl kills
Soulless creatures
Depressing, frozen, dreary
Chilling bleak and eerie
Cemetery's arising
The undead plaguing the living
Despair in the air
Fear everywhere
Soul's turning black
Through hell and back
Near dying, it's cold grip terrifying
Bringing me to my death's door
Frozen to my death's door
Walls closing
Eyes rolling
Deep breathing
Head to toe
As life diminishes
Despair in the air
Fear everywhere
Soul's turning black
Through hell and back
Near dying, it's cold grip terrifying
Bringing me to
Despair in the air
Fear everywhere
Soul's turning black
Through hell and back
Near dying, it's cold grip terrifying
Welcoming me to my death's door
Bringing me to my death's door
Still leading to my death's door
Every year, hundreds and hundreds die of fentanyl overdoses
Benzos, crystal meth, and heroin
So every day, never use alone
Be safe, and watch out for each other
'Cause you never know
When you might come to
Deaths Door
Despair in the air
Fear everywhere
Soul's turning black
Through hell and back
Near dying, it's cold grip terrifying
Bringin' me to
Despair in the air
Fear everywhere
Soul's turning black
Through hell and back
Near dying, it's cold grip terrifying
Welcoming me to my death's door
Bringing me to my death's door
Freezing me to my death's door
Still leading to my death's door
My final fentanyl stricken death's door
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This isn't what I thought
you meant
When you said there were fields of flowers
But I guess you fit your life in
Fit it right in
Till the voice breaks
and the message takes
and whatever way we push this now its gonna make
see the conquered states
religious mace
and your face when you lie when you lie when you lie
for this stupid race against the human state
You got another way of living
Pushing steel into the sky
Galaxies before and we've landed before
cried, watched you die
while they used your lives
Till the voice breaks
and the message takes
and whatever way we push it now its gonna make
you see the conquered states
religious mace
and your face when you lie when you lie when you lie
for this stupid race against the human state
This isn't what |I thought you meant
When you called it a golden city
But I guess you'd fit the price in
Fit it right in
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D'SKYZ - I am Addiction
03:50
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I am addiction,
You can catch me in the kitchen
You can catch me at the store
Maybe catch me on the corner
The great white north down through Phoenix Arizona
El Mexico
Across the globe
Maybe in ya head maybe in ya nose
I am something that you shoot
something that you smoke
Someone that you knew
I am someone that you know
Someone in ya crew
Someone in ya home
Truth be told
I’m everywhere I get around yo
Once I grab a hold
I ain’t never letting go
Don’t stop till your broke
Won’t stop till your cold
I will break you down till your soul corrodes
Come walk with me, it’s a long lonely road
I’m the reason no one you know
Is pickin up the phone
Cause you thought you knew
thought you know
Thought you could control
My appetite
Don’t I have a venomous bite
I know I know I know I know
I’ll make you sick to your stomach right.
Monsters
Stuck in your head
Monsters
Under your bed
We are , we are , monsters (ohhhhh-oohhh)
We are we are monsters (oohhhh-oohh)
I’ll meet you at a party
mixing Gin with Bacardi
You got them girls acting naughty
Damn look at that body
Now from this place your progression begun
You better recognize son
Yea it starts when your young
At first your like fuck yea
Shit this is fun
Then depression it comes
Your soul I take it and run
But for now just
RELAX
Enjoy yourself
Look at what I got here dawg real top shelf
This the kind of shit to make you feel like your face melt
Take a little hit of this man yea it do you real well
Now I got you like a spell
And I’m taking you to hell
Hold on tight what I told you better watch that 3rd rail
What you thought this was a joke some kind of fucking folk tale
Goat trail
Oh yea
You caught up in the dope now
Money gone you broke now
Cold now
Can’t slow down
Wow
I got you by the throat
Now
Monsters stuck in your head
Monsters under your bed
We are we are monsters (oooohhohh)
We are we are monsters (oooohhhohhh)
Now everyone wanna help but they don’t know what it is
Your parents your kids
man, all of your friends
See not just what you did
Now it’s how you live
When your people stop to give then you take
And the distance it creates
Is like a whirlwind earthquake
Your world shifts and shakes
Your body breaks
Your heart aches
Yea your comimg with me ima take you to a place
So dark
So cold
I own your soul
I spit bricks
Laced with the sickest addictions
Twisted dirty tricks
Bloody fingertips
Afflicted got you pickin up syringes and fixin
And then stickin”‘‘em in ya bitch
Dope sick
Pin slipping broken veigns you can’t hit
So you miss
Now she’s bitchin and flippin and gettin pissed
Can you feel the friction
Tension that’s building up in ya head
You start ta trippin
Yellin
Poking holes in ya self
Drippin blood on the floor man
What the hell you got a
Monster stuck in your head
Monsters under your bed
We are we are monsters (ohhhh-ohhh)
We are, we are monsters (ohhh-oohh)
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My Sister don't like jazz
She’s rockin' with the blues
Look at little sister go
Ain't nobody’s business you do
My Brother, he tells me to
Pack a
Million dollars
In an old suit case,
Crazy coz you cant take it with you
Looka here, I did not say
I was a millionaire
Google moogly, whiskey
Wine women song
Better show respect
He’s on the road again,
Going down
Slow and easy
That old six string
He’ll buy his guitar a ring
Elaine lost her panties again
He’s Rocking the blues
In a small town hall
Live streams don't pay the bills
Beer and taco express
I’m crying out Jesus
I stay home,
Don't wanna
Dust his broom
After weeks in the desert
Mirage on the cross roads
I bet he saw Jesus and the Enemy
On his shoulder
My Sister don't like jazz
Coz I’m living with the blues
My Brother don't like jazz
Coz I’m living in my truth
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Incidental Press Vancouver, British Columbia
Realize that war is common and justice is strife.
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