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SNOWBLIND (Black Sabbath Cover)
What you get and what you see
Things that don't come easily
Feeling happy in my vein
Icicles within my brain (cocaine)
Something blowing in my head
Winds of ice, it soon will spread
Death would freeze my very soul Makes me happy, makes me cold
My eyes are blind but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel there's no place freezing me
Don't you think I know what I'm doing
Don't tell me that it's doing me wrong
You're the one that's really a loser
This is where I feel I belong
Crystal world with winter flowers
Turns my day to frozen hours
Lying snowblind in the sun
Will my ice age ever come?
SHAME (Wu-Tang-Clan Cover)
I FUCK yo' ass up!
(fuck'em up son)
Chorus:
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, I FUCK yo' ass up!
(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)
S.O.A.D., live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun?
Shoot! BLAOW!
How you like me now?
Don't fuck the style Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!
Lasers and blazers Hit me with the major
The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master my style? Never!
I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's get together
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!
Brought like 20 white boys
in the back of a pick-up truck
with hockey pucks and skateboards
on their way to Woodstock
Leave home the glock
I have a gun the size of a blackhole
Shoot planets
Don't get credit
Throw your hands up in the air
Don't panic
Supreme arm leg leg arm head
Wu-Tang-Clan playin' the tightest long dreads.
Chorus:
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!
I come with that ol' loco
Style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker! Play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers
So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder,
taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!
Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED
WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU!
And get funk like a SHOE!
Chorus:
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll FUCK YOUR ASS UP!
FUCK HIS ASS UP!
THE METRO (Berlin Cover)
I'm alone
Sitting with my empty glass
My four walls
Follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you were waiting there
Swimming through apologies
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soldier sleeping next to me
Riding on The Metro
I was smiling as you took my hand
So removed
We spoke in France
Minutes passed with shallow words
Years have passed and still the hurt
Minutes passed with shallow words
Years have passed and still the hurt
I can see you now
Smiling as you pulled away
Sorry
I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I'll love you always" filled my eyes
I remember a night we walked along the seine
Riding on The Metro
I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then looked away
I remember hating you for loving me
Riding on The Metro
ahhh
ahhhhhhh
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