Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
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Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
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Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
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Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
Album:The Kids Will Have Their Say (1982)
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Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
People fighting, world against world
Get what you can and screw the rest
Death, it's just another nuisance
And my head is filled with pollutants
IS THIS IT?
IS THIS MY WORLD?
IS THIS IT?
IS THIS MY WORLD?
It feels so cold on the street
There's no more feeling, it's all concrete
Is this the world I must live?
I'm forced to forget how to give
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
I don't want to die, I want to stay
I look at the clock and time ticks away
An ichy finger caused this mess
Seconds fly and there's no time left
NO TIME NO TIME LEFT
NO TIME LEFT TO LIVE
NO TIME NO TIME LEFT
NO TIME LEFT TO GIVE
My head begins to burn and I hit the floor
I feel the pain, I know the score
The heat begins to rise, my head turns red
You won't recognize me when I'm dead
CHORUS
I feel the pain
Shoot through my vein
The end is near
There is no time
So lock the door, crawl in the corner
But there's no hiding from the master burner
A fine white powder left on the counter
It's no big deal, we'll go in style
Album: Is This my World (1983)
Lyrics:
Caught in a web
Direction is unsaid
Lost in a fog
This day I dread
I'M LOST
Questions plaguing me
Clouded dreams can't be seen
Someone throw me a clue
What to do
I'M LOST
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
You live for tomorrow but you're dying today
You pay your dues but who do you pay
When right is wrong and wrong is right
And there's no more day, you're living in night
IT'S A NEW WORLD YOU BETTER LEARN TO DIE
IT'S A NEW WORLD YOU BETTER LEARN TO STARVE
IT'S A NEW WORLD YOU BETTER LEARN TO KILL
IT'S A NEW WORLD AND YOU'RE AT WAR
A new world where movie stars govern
And all the mutants fry in ovens
I turn on the TV and watch people die
And the poor little children don't know how to cry
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
People, they open their palms to me
What they want they take from me
What I got they gotta take
There's no more truth, it's all a fake
BUILD ME
BUILD ME A BOMB
THEN ALL MY PROBLEMS
THEY'LL BE GONE
I'm sick and tired of the same routine
Just a part of an official scheme
But I'll be sure that when I'm sold
It won't be my head that rolls alone
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
Ten years back from Vietnam
He gave his mind to Uncle Sam
He thought he had control of his life
But he went demented and grabbed a knife -
LODGED DEEP INSIDE HIS HEAD
VISIONS OF WAR
VISIONS OF THE DEAD
His pencil becomes a bayonet
You tried to help but the fire's set
Now he's after you and he's after me
We're not American, we're VC
CHORUS
So thanks very much for his kick in the face
He's not alright, he's in outer space
Just give him a shot, he'll be alright
Man, you just want him out of sight
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
What is this
I'm too blind to see
Open arms
Beckon me
RAISE THE CURTAIN
AND YOU ARE EXPOSED
A bloodstained mind
But what of my hands?
Blood-shot eyes
What have I done?
RAISE THE CURTAIN
AND YOU ARE EXPOSED
It takes you in
And squeezes you tight
Feel the warmth
Feel the knife
Twist
Album: IS This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
Walking in a straight line
Following footsteps right on time
Your days are mapped out
And your life's a game without a doubt
BREAK THE MOLD
GO YOUR OWN WAY
BREAK THE MOLD
THROW IT AWAY
There's no time left to talk
Running rampant around the clock
You don't care about poverty
Self-centered slave of society
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
Point your finger, you point it in the dark
Cause I'm just putty, just putty in your hands
So push me down, you push me to the ground
Just give me pain, and watch me suffer, watch me gasp
BETTER LOOK OUT MAN
IT'S GONNA FALL ON YOU
CRUCIFY ME
CRUCIFY ME
CRUCIFY ME
Nail me up and sit and watch me bleed
Take whatever, whatever you need
I feel oppression, I feel it fall on me
I feel the pressure cooking inside my brain
CHORUS
Point your finger, you point it in the dark
I'm just putty, just putty in your hands
So nail me up and sit and watch me bleed
And take whatever, whatever you need
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
CRACKS IN THE WALL:
I opened up my head to you
I listened to the plan you drew
Tell me what I should be
And tell me what I should see
THERE'S CRACKS IN THE WALL
WATCH THEM FALL
I dig it when I walk down the street
I check out all the people I meet
They know I know there's something wrong
Their petty lives, they'll soon be gone
I know this
THERE'S CRACKS IN THE WALL
WATCH THEM FALL
DOWN
TEAR IT UP:
Mundane people, they're all around
They keep our music underground
But we're gonna break, break the chains
And watch their lives go down the drain
TEAR IT UP TEAR IT UP
WE NEED THE CHANGE WE NEED THE CHANGE
I look around, there's no place to play
They all tell us to screw away
Streets of Boston need a change
And Streets of Boston call my name
Album: Is This my World? (1983)
Lyrics:
I got a feeling
It's in my head
I got a feeling
Do you hear what I said?
I GOT A FEELING THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG
I GOT A FEELING THAT I...
I DON'T BELONG HERE
I KNOW IT'S TRUE
I DON'T BELONG HERE
AND NEITHER DO YOU
I got a feeling
It's in my brain
I got a feeling
I've got nothing to gain
Album: Do We Speak A Dead Language?
(1996)
Lyrics:
Mi espirto ya esta cansado de cadensa psychologicas de porbesa,
Ahorra me quito mis manos de mis ojos ey miro la relidad,
Ey porque acceptamos positions sub-servillente sin preguntas!
No tenemos que viver asi!
De nacimento nos ensenan que creer que los blancos son mejor que los morenous,
Ey se emponen a acceptar la dominacion de hombres sobre mujeres,
Estos tradiciones tienen que acabar siempore!
Sangre de mis manos!
Todos somos ninos de dios ey ningun gobierno puede negar lo,
Ni dinero ni politica puede ebfrentar la verda que es eterna,
Postivo advance social aqui no es enivetable, Pero que queremos en est dia?
La verda "o" una vida de menttiras
Album:Do We Speak A Dead Language?
(1996)
Lyrics:
Ya best come correct! Step correct! 818 on the map psychological mand trap.
Step to a fool and I'll bet he's got a gat,
Paranoia principle has got us strippin' so,
three dot lifestyle has got us running hell of miles,
It's all that we know, it's all that we do, seen and done.
So many homicides we thinking it's right fool,
My brothers down to slay me daily cyco sickness within us - damn it's getting rough.
I will survive! I will survive y'all! I must survive! Life on the line I said keep on breathing!
'Ya Best come correct! What's up dog?
Don't numb yourself because this is a hell, Wicked one!
Wicked one out for self, Not only in L.A., but it's jumping off worldwide.
From L.A. to Belfast to genocide at "wayside."
And if killing my brother means survival then I'll take this bullet with all of the love of my soul.
You can call me a punk but I ain't givin' up. Solid givin' my life see!
Whatever the cost may be? Juice, Coke, Yeska, Heroin, Doses,
making fools-snap now I got to live around that!
I will survive! I will survive y'all! I must survive!
Life on the line I said keep on breathing!
The worst kind of man kills his brother! God help us!
Album:Do We Speak A Dead Lenguage?
(1996)
Lyrics:
Twelve was the age that set me off with the "graff" style.
While zapp bumping, gang banging was hype with the juvinile.
Graff grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought.
Seventh and Hill I used to bus kill with "snap" and "skill"
Fake bus passes with all city access, Insides and outsides going up was a must.
Paying much "dues" from the "valle" to "Los",
"One-Times" is on the sweat and they jacking for piece-books.
Pocket full of Fatcaps!So what's up and where you at!
Tag-banging toys hit me up like what you write "ese".
But I'm not about beef just the burners and sketches.
And respect is gained from the flavor of you phlexin'.
Not by "capping" a piece and dissing tags for attention.
Serious world-wide aerosolic expression.
So focus the mind hit some surface and stop trippin'.
Pocket full of Fatcaps! So what's up and where you at!
Graffin' up in L.A. you can't act stupid and play,
striking up in the wrong hood could mean your last day.
Most every set has a blovk and every block has a mad set.
With sick evil fools who love to see blood-hit pavement.
L.A. area hip-hop under threats of existing.
B-Boy culture in violence peace as purpose is drifting.
So tag-banger afraid to be a real gangster.
Get schooled on some roots and get that mission together.
Graffiti writer ghetto culture provider.
Facsist activist don't want me to exist. Propagated media hype.
Stereo-type you try to make me look like the one with the "gat" abd "knife".
Lies after lies classist racist and mythical.
But even suburbia child is down with ghetto cultural.
Fears got three strikes. SKATE gets all the love I got.
Under the influence of the hardcore that can't be stopped.


