Lyric Mania

All I want to do is make the people rock
But them I heard dem der words
I never trusted you lot
And why don't you go back to Africa
From I heard that sound these a vibe non-stop, right?
Round 1, i'll tie you up in knots
You caught me with a right, is that all you got?
Let's make our way to the parking lot
Coz I know one of us have got to drop
Winners losers mind confuser
Step in the ring and you know get bruises
Winners losers mind confuser
Jump inna de ring and you know you get bruises
Winners losers mind confuser
People should know better
It's not hard or it's not clever
Dem ah walk in a drunkard crew
And dem are look violence
Through intoxication
They want to start a confrontation
But they ain't got the sense or co-ordination
Who you looking at? For pray clowns be storking
All liquored up, pay no mind keep walking
Wrong move there in your face for a fight
To explode with a right upper cut dynamite
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
Winners losers mind confuser
Jump in the ring and you know get bruises
Winners losers mind confuser
Jump inna de ring and you know you get bruises
Winners losers mind confuser
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
He's had enuff he ain't getting up
Winners losers mind confuser
Step in the ring and you know get bruises
Winners losers mind confuser
Jump inna de ring and you know you get bruises
Winners losers mind confuser
Bruises
Bruises

Roots
Take heed that no man should decieve you
For many shall come and try to lead you
You'll hear of wars and rumours will set
Yet be not troubled it's not the time yet
It is written now it is written now
It's the beginning of sorrows
The beginning of the beginning of
The beginning of sorrows
For nations rising against nations
Kingdoms fighting against kingdoms
There shall be famine world-shaking pesteilence
Yet be not troubled it's not the end yet
It is written now it is written now
It's the beginning of sorrows
Fear not my brethren and my sistren
Jah light soon come fear not my brethren
I have great new, Jah manifestation
The beginning of sorrows
The beginning of sorrows
The beginning of sorrows
The beginning of sorrows

All wound up
On the edge
Terrified

Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified

Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see

Heightening
Nervousness
Threatens me

I am paralyzed
So afraid to die

Caught off guard
Warning signs
Never show

Tension strikes
Choking me
Worries grow

Why do I feel so numb
Is it something to do with where I come from
Should this be fight or flight
I don't know why I'm constantly so uptight

Rapid heartbeat pounding through my chest
Agitated body in distress
I feel like I'm in danger
Daily life is strangled by my stress

A stifling surge
Shooting through all my veins
Extreme apprehension
Suddenly I'm insane

Lost all hope for redemption
A grave situation desperate at best

Why do I feel so numb
Is it something to do with where I come from
Should this be fight or flight
I don't know why I'm constantly reeling

Helpless hysteria
A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety

Run
Try to hide
Overwhelmed by this complex delirium

Helpless hysteria
A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety

Run
Try to hide
Overwhelmed by this complex delirium

Easy selector cos I know that you're ruff
And the way you play ya tunes ya know you're musically tough
I catch your vibe and the way you carry on
An you feel say you wicked as you rock the session
Pull it back know one time dreadlocks beco me no
You addy original don don
Play the B-side this instrumental beg you a piece of the version
Selector pull the tune back me brethren
Selector pull it back again
Selector wheel and come again no man
Selector play the tune again
Selector Selector you got to pull it up, got to pull it up
Selector Selector I got to pick it up you gotta pull it up
Move thru the decks and try to take up the mic
And show the people in the place you've got the skills to excite
You get blanked like your not even there
Even though in ah dem face you just constantly stare
Jack it again I wanna ride the rhythm I wanna rock the rhythm
Now pull it up up up up up
Murder the tune now with a subsonic boom
Das how we rock out the room now pull it up up up up up
Selector pull the tune again me brethren
Selector pull it back again
Selector wheel and come again no man
Selector play the tune again
Selector Selector you got to pull it up, got to pull it up
Selector Selector I got to pick it up you gotta pull it up
Selector pull the tune again me brethren
Selector pull it back again
Selector wheel and come again no man
Selector play the tune again
Selector Selector you got to pull it up, got to pull it up
Selector Selector I got to pick it up you gotta pull it up
Pull it up one time Selector
BOOM!!!

When your breath gets weak and your vision’s cloudy who’s name will you call out?

Their tendons sing like piano wire,
Their muscles solid, forged from the strongest iron.
Why am I the last machine?
Where is my skin graft, so human, pure and so very clean?

(Lonely like a memory)
Why am I finding myself all alone?
I’m a furnace-fed scarecrow in a field of bones.
They’ve all given in what do they have to show?
Existing in servitude, they’ll reap what they’ve sown.
I can tell you what it’s like to die.
Stand up to the reaper while burning inside.
If you don’t believe just look in these eyes…
I can show you what lonely is like.

We are broken, we are rusting slowly.
We are burning and we are holy.
Crawling along on these cast-iron knees
To the coal miner’s song soaking up the disease.
They are changing, but their flesh I’m denied.
They are mortal; I’m still rusting inside.
I see the speaker with my X-Ray eyes,
I see his determined and rotting insides.

With these circumstances I think it’s quite obvious,
He’d like to take a chance to speak for the rest of us.
"Reach your roots elsewhere, fresh muscles are restless!"
Their shuffling footsteps, like young children, helpless…

’Bury the children. Carry the children. They’ll be cozy in their graves.’

When your breath gets weak and your vision’s cloudy whose name will you call out?

Their eyes are glazed as they are carried away.
Their wishes have all come true, but their words were twisted and construed.
’The grave is waiting for their arrogance!’
Through barbed wire and borrowed tongues they cry "Save us from this penance!"
Now I’m left behind, but I’m alive!

How I yearned to shed this shell.
I am alone in this carbon hell.
They have changed; they’re still to blame
With the same smile, the same style, and the same shame.

I will carry their burdens on my back.
Remove this label of martyr, that’s all I ask.

’Just who do you think you are?’

They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
I’ll be your savior.
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Come with me my children…
We’ll ride the lightning home.

You will return to what you once were.
Follow the sound of my voice, your prayers have been heard.

Innocence is ignorance so run, as fast as you can, away from these men;
these full-moon eyes are for you.

We are all just miserable. We are all just machines.

I just want to close my eyes
So I can forget about today
Forget about what lies tomorrow
And only take place in the realm of paradise
To be beaten each day
And lower my head
As if its my own fault
Forgotten about as night falls

Restless nights that are filled with guilt
And invite me into their empty embrace
I never saw this coming
And I now know that i'm not alone
I can only wish that i'm the last
And no one will suffer my fate
It would take an eternity in hell
For my heart to rest in peace.

To strike down this hate filled soul
And give back the pain you've caused
Would only satisfy
My craving for blood.

I will see you in the end
And I will laugh at your pain
So I damn your fucking life
And I pray you suffer long
And all the angels turn their backs
From the site of your pitiful face
No God will save your soul
For there is no love for you
You left that all behind
The day you learned to fucking speak