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We definitely have a hardcore following.

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One

I am the horseman
I'm mentally mad
I'm a super sharp shooter
sittin' on a roof top
my name is MC H, I got the big breaks
and the bass
one, two, check
it's a mixture ruff to the core
through the texture
come and get a taste of the fixture, yeah!
(Chorus x3)
yea ea ea ah,yea ea
I feel hardcore
yea ea ea ah,yea ea
always hardcore
Want a lyrical sex
ice and the platinum tech
with a minute in the game
when discover my necks, you don't fret
me and my crew, we are too H.O.T
for any crew out there or any M.C.
rippin' up the B you want H.A.T.E
jealousy won't get you nowhere, I'm H.P., yeah!
(Chorus x2)
yea ea ea ah,yea ea
I feel hardcore
yea ea ea ah,yea ea
always hardcore...
alright
One world, one people, one music, one M.C
(Chorus x3)
yea ea ea ah,yea ea,
I feel hardcore
yea ea ea ah,yea ea,
always hardcore...

song performed by Scooter
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Dusty Old Fairgrounds

by Bob Dylan
Well, it's all up from Florida at the start of the spring,
The trucks and the trailers will be winding
Like a bullet we'll shoot for the carnival route.
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
From the Michigan mud past the Wisconsin sun
'Cross that Minnesota border, keep 'em scrambling
Through the clear county lakes and the lumberjack lands,
We're following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
Hit Fargo on the jump and down to Aberdeen
'Cross them old Black Hills, keep 'em rolling
Through the cow country towns and the sands of old Montana.
We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.
As the white line on the highway sails under your wheels,
I've gazed from the trailer window laughing.
Oh, our clothes they was torn but the colors they was bright.
Following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.
It's a-many a friend that follows the bend,
The jugglers, the hustlers, the gamblers.
Well, I've spent my time with the fortune-telling kind
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Oh, it's pound down the rails and it's tie down the tents,
Get that canvas flag a-flying.
Well, let the caterpillars spin, let the ferris wheel wind
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Well, it's roll into town straight to the fairgrounds
Just behind the posters that are hanging
And it's fill up every space with a different kind of face
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
Get the dancing girls in front, get the gambling show behind,
Hear that old music box a-banging.
Hear them kids, faces, smiles, up and down the midway aisles
We're following them fairgrounds a-calling.
It's a-drag it on down by the deadline in the town,
Hit the old highway by the morning
And it's ride yourself blind for the next town on time
Following them fairgrounds a-calling.
As the harmonicas whined in the lonesome nighttime
Drinking red wine as we're rolling,
Many a turnin' I turn, many a lesson I learn
From following them fairgrounds a-calling.
And it's roll back down to St. Petersburg
Tie down the trailers and camp 'em
And the money that we made will pay for the space
From following them dusty old fairgrounds a-calling.

song performed by Bob Dylan
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Market Square Heroes

(derek dick, mark kelly, steve rothery, peter trewavas, michael pointer, brian jellyman, diz minnett)
I found smog at the end of my rainbow
I found my thoughts shift slowly into phase
Declared the constitution of the walkway
I realise its time to plan the day, the day
Im a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause Im a market square hero speeding the beat of the streetpulse
Are you following me, are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty warriors and follow me
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples
Cause Im a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause Im a market square hero speeding the beat of the streetpulse, the streetpulse
Are you following me? are you following me?
Well suffer my pretty children and follow me, follow me
Change, change, change!
Change, change, change!
I am your antichrist show me allegiance
Are you following me
I am your antichrist pledge to me defiance
Are you following me
Suffer my pretty warriors
Suffer my fallen child
Are you following me
The time has come to conquer and Ill provide your end
Suffer!
We march!
I give peace signs when I wage war in the disco
Im the warrior in the ultra violet haze
Armed with antisocial insecurity
I plan the path of destiny from this maze
Cause Im a market square hero gathering the storms to troop
Cause Im a market square hero speeding the beat of the streetpulse, the streetpulse
Are you following me? are you following me?
Well suffer my fallen angels and follow me
Im the market square hero
Im the market square hero
Were market square heroes
Were the market square heroes
Are you following me?
Im the market square hero!

song performed by Marillion
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How Hard Is It

(Mad Spider)
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin (???)
In Avenue D. in Brooklyn New York City
ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders it's the General that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
and at night I was back and the Jeep got attacked by a gang that sold crack
But the posse was strapped it was nothin' but CRAP!!
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail there were rats
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog
that pass gats so I put the gas mask on the mic
there were blasts cause I do it it's my task
And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pass the class
Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then get it, do it again
gift of the guy if you're good you're good, if you're bad you're bad
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
(Pras)
One, two (ONE, TWO), three, four (THREE, FOUR)
Hardcore (HARDCORE), hardcore (HARDCORE)
Yo, watch yourself for your health I'll snatch your last breath
Then I left you up for another one bites the dust
You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush
Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me
Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery
So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised
Cause on my half I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight
watch around my back it's mainly static
Droppin' emcees like a bad habit
Here come the Pras with a new package
(Wyclef Jean)
Mad and they ignorance, think they can test the performance of an ancient (RAPPER!!)
Let me break it down in a dialect (BADDER!!)
Easier said than what the mono said
cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper be-bop
Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma
So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster
Microphone sniper cause it'll be the prowler
(Mad Spider)
Launch it, it's trife, no magic, the realistic maggot

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song performed by Fugees
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Murder

Intro
Yeah its the p.o.d. right here
Coming straight from the s.d.c.-a
619s in affect, know what Im sayin
Givin you that hardcore sound, yeah
Comin up from the ground
Thats where it all started yknow what Im sayin
Yeah, this is hardcore, you know why its so hardcore
Cuz its built on the rock - what rock you ask
The rock of jesus christ, yeah thats right
Givin you the truth cuz the truth hurts yknow
But thats how we sayin its down
We aint got nothing to hide
And were breakin it down like that yknow what Im sayin
Hardlove, hardcore one way yeah, check it out
Abortion is murder
Theres nothing you can say or do
To justify the fact
That theres a living breathing baby inside of you
3x
Abortion is murder
8x
Abortion is murder
Theres nothing you can say or do
To justify the fact
That theres a living breathing baby inside of you
2x
Abortion is murder
12x
Murder
4x
Abortion is murder
6x

song performed by P.O.D.
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Following In Your Footsteps

(ian hunter/mick ronson)
Some folk leave courage,
Some folk leave you hope
Why am I out here hangin
Like a fool at the end o my rope
Some folk leave you wisdom,
Some folk leave you signs
You can never be sure
What went on before
Life is just a matter of time
Picture of you,
Clouding my view
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to make some sense of it all
Maybe its a sign of weakness,
But thats where my footsteps fall
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to hang on to your dreams
You never got what you wanted
So I never got what I need
Im following in your footsteps,
cos thats where the footsteps lead
Someone must have given me anger,
Someone must have given me hate
Or why would I stand here shakin,
When theres so many chances to take
Pictures of you,
Climb into view
Im following in your footsteps,
Tryin to make some sense of it all
Maybe its a sign of weakness,
But thats where my footsteps fall
Im following in your footsteps,
Watchin my children grow
Theyre following in my footsteps
Takin it on the road
Were following in your footsteps
cos thats where the footsteps go
Were following in your footsteps, yeah
cos thats where your footsteps go

song performed by Ian Hunter
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The Do Wop

And as you all know, I am hard as hell...
Woke up at 9:30 on a saturday morn,
Hit my remote control, turn my stereo on,
Then I reached for a brush since I dont use a pick,
And the floor was kinda cold so I put on my kix...
Went to the kitchen and ate some corn flakes
As I bopped to a tape a kut kreators breaks
Wit hardcore, heavyweight b-boy blast,
Not soft, hardcore, kut kreators fast...
Jumped in the shower it was boiling hot,
So I stayed there a hour cuz I like it a lot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the devon cologne,
Then I called up earl on the telephone...
He said there was a jam that we could do later on
Ten gs plus a limo for one short song
So I said yeah I was wit it, hung up and got geared,
Got a magnifyin glass then I brushed my beard,
Rewound some tapes of some def jam tunes
As I waited for the skeez to ring the bell at noon....
12 oclock came, left the door cracked,
The freak walked in, a mink on her back,
Put her coat on the rack, threw my sessmo(? ) on
Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm, we drank
Round hill cabernet sauvignon, she said l.l.
When you gonna let me taste your tongue...
Her skin got pale, I wham-bammed the tail,
Did it so hard I shoulda went ta jail...
She left, earl came over and we went outside,
Jumped in the b.m. ta bust a joyride..
Went up to ajs in my fresh black wheels
Im not a sucka on a corner tryin ta scrape up a meal...
The girlies want sex, da fellas try ta flex,
But those who flex end up wit broke necks...
Signed some autographs for a posse a freaks -
Said its l baby, I aint down wit sheik
Conversated wit da skeezers for ten minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freak slammed the door...
? ? ? ? ? ? people think I do crimes
But they dont know Im just a conniseur of hip hop rhymes -
Stop smilin, you think ? ? ? ? ? ? all of the time
But he dont know ? ? my names on his wifes behind
Ll has iced all the washed up slobs
Vigilante of rap, so the hell wit the mob
Dont run from the cops, makin suckas chop
And Im only eighteen makin mo than yo pops
Tormentor of toys and boy scout boys
And I dare any critic to call it noize...
Peeked at the clock it said 6:03,
Said later to kreator and broke out wit e..
Went up ta white castle for a chocolate shake

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song performed by LL Cool J
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Now I'm Following You, Part 2

Let's dance, you can do a little two-step
I'll go anywhere that you step to, 'cause I'm following you.
My feet might be falling out of rhythm,
Don't know what I'm doing with them, but I know I'm following you.
Unlikely as it is to me, on the floor with two left feet
Let's boogie woogie till our hearts skip a beat, but who's counting?
Encore, once again around the dance floor
Romance is in the picture too, now I'm following you.
(Spoken:) Take it away, boys.
On the run.
Be the one.
On the run.
Spoken:
Yeah.
[Calling Dick Tracy, calling Dick Tracy]
[Come here Tracy, this is Sam, what are you doing up there?]
I'll tell ya.
[Calling Dick Tracy, calling Dick Tracy]
[Do you read me, Tracy?]
[To tell you the truth Tracy, I don't know.]
Find out.
An unexamined life is not worth living.
(Spoken:) Come over here!
Let's dance, you can do a little two-step
I'll go anywhere that you step to, 'cause I'm following you.
Encore, once again around the dance floor
Romance is in the picture too, now I'm following you.
But who's counting?
Spoken:
[Ten million, twenty million, thirty million]
What about Dick Tracy?
[Forty million]
Dick, that's an interesting name.
[Fifty million]
Dick Dick [Sixty million] Dick
Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick, [Seventy million], Dick,
Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick [Eighty million], Dick Dick Dick
Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick Dick
[Ninety million.]
Dick.
(Spoken:) My bottom hurts just thinking about it.
Unlikely as it is to me, on the floor with two left feet
Let's boogie woogie till our hearts skip a beat, but who's counting?
Encore, once again around the dance floor
Romance is in the picture too, now I'm following you.
(Spoken:) Would you knock it off please? Thank you

song performed by Madonna
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Fool In The Full Moon

Ive been following women all afternoon
Dont turn around
Too soon
Ive been following you all afternoon
Following you a fool in the full moon
Somethings got a hold on me when I get a hold of you
Following women
After dark
Nobody knows whats in my heart
Let your loving be
Im a lechery
I do not spread leprosy
I will not touch but let me see
My buildings burning down and I cannot breathe
Following you
Who wont believe
Perfect peace I cannot perceive
When Im following you Im a fool in the full moon
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass
Victor delorenzo: drums
Recorded at carriage house, stamford, ct
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by Violent Femmes
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My Tale: A la banquette, or a Modern Pilgrimage

I stayed at La Quenille, ten miles or more
From the old-Roman sources of Mont Dore;
Travellers to Tulle this way are forced to go,
An old high-road from Lyons to Bordeaux,
From Tulle to Brives the swift Corrèze descends,
At Brives you’ve railway, and your trouble ends;
A little bourg La Quenille; from the height
The mountains of Auvergne are all in sight;
Green pastoral heights that once in lava flowed,
Of primal fire the product and abode;
And all the plateaux and the lines that trace
Where in deep dells the waters find their place;
Far to the south above the lofty plain,
The Plomb du Cantal lifts his towering train.
A little after one, with little fail,
Down drove the diligence that bears the mail;
The courier therefore called, in whose banquette
A place I got, and thankful was to get;
The new postillion climbed his seat, allez,
Off broke the four cart-horses on their way.
Westward we roll, o’er heathy backs of hills,
Crossing the future rivers in the rills;
Bare table-lands are these, and sparsely sown,
Turning their waters south to the Dordogne.
Close-packed we were, and little at our ease.
The conducteur impatient with the squeeze;
Not tall he seemed, but bulky round about,
His cap and jacket made him look more stout;
In grande tenue he rode of conducteur;
Black eyes he had, black his moustaches were,
Shaven his chin, his hair and whiskers cropt;
A ready man; at Ussel when we stopt,
For me and for himself, bread, meat, and wine,
He got, the courier did not wait to dine;
To appease our hunger, and allay our drouth,
We ate and took the bottle at the mouth;
One draught I had, the rest entire had he,
For wine his body had capacity.
A peasant in his country blouse was there,
He told me of the conseil and the maire.
Their maire, he said, could neither write nor read,
And yet could keep the registers, indeed;
The conseil had resigned I know not what.
Good actions here are easily forgot:
He in the quarante-huit had something done,
Were things but fair, some notice should have won.
Another youth there was, a soldier he,
A soldier ceasing with to-day to be;
Three years had served, for three had bought release:
From war returning to the arts of peace,

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poem by Arthur Hugh Clough from Mari Magno or Tales on Board
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Book VI - Part 02 - Great Meteorological Phenomena, Etc

And so in first place, then
With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,
Because the ethereal clouds, scudding aloft,
Together clash, what time 'gainst one another
The winds are battling. For never a sound there come
From out the serene regions of the sky;
But wheresoever in a host more dense
The clouds foregather, thence more often comes
A crash with mighty rumbling. And, again,
Clouds cannot be of so condensed a frame
As stones and timbers, nor again so fine
As mists and flying smoke; for then perforce
They'd either fall, borne down by their brute weight,
Like stones, or, like the smoke, they'd powerless be
To keep their mass, or to retain within
Frore snows and storms of hail. And they give forth
O'er skiey levels of the spreading world
A sound on high, as linen-awning, stretched
O'er mighty theatres, gives forth at times
A cracking roar, when much 'tis beaten about
Betwixt the poles and cross-beams. Sometimes, too,
Asunder rent by wanton gusts, it raves
And imitates the tearing sound of sheets
Of paper- even this kind of noise thou mayst
In thunder hear- or sound as when winds whirl
With lashings and do buffet about in air
A hanging cloth and flying paper-sheets.
For sometimes, too, it chances that the clouds
Cannot together crash head-on, but rather
Move side-wise and with motions contrary
Graze each the other's body without speed,
From whence that dry sound grateth on our ears,
So long drawn-out, until the clouds have passed
From out their close positions.
And, again,
In following wise all things seem oft to quake
At shock of heavy thunder, and mightiest walls
Of the wide reaches of the upper world
There on the instant to have sprung apart,
Riven asunder, what time a gathered blast
Of the fierce hurricane hath all at once
Twisted its way into a mass of clouds,
And, there enclosed, ever more and more
Compelleth by its spinning whirl the cloud
To grow all hollow with a thickened crust
Surrounding; for thereafter, when the force
And the keen onset of the wind have weakened
That crust, lo, then the cloud, to-split in twain,
Gives forth a hideous crash with bang and boom.
No marvel this; since oft a bladder small,

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poem by Lucretius
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The Piper

THEY CAME FROM THE HILLS
AND THEY CAME FROM
THE VALLEYS AND THE PLAINS
THEY STRUGGLED IN THE COLD
IN THE HEAT AND THE SNOW
AND IN THE RAIN
CAME TO HEAR HIM PLAY
PLAY THEIR MINDS AWAY

WE┬┤RE ALL FOLLOWING
A STRANGE MELODY
WE┬┤RE ALL SUMMONED BY A TUNE
WE┬┤RE FOLLOWING THE PIPER
AND WE DANCE BENEATH THE MOON
WE┬┤RE FOLLOWING THE PIPER
AND WE DANCE BENEATH THE MOON FOR HIM
AND WE DANCE BENEATH THE MOON

THEY CAME FROM THE SOUTH
FROM THE WEST AND THE NORTH
AND FROM THE EAST
THEY WAITED FOR THE MAN
LIKE A PARISH IS WAITING FOR THE PRIEST
LONGED TO HEAR HIM PLAY
PLAY THEIR MINDS AWAY

WE┬┤RE ALL FOLLOWING...

HE GAVE THEM A DREAM
HE SEDUCED EVERYBODY IN THE LAND
THE FIRE IN HIS EYES
AND THE FEAR WAS A WEAPON IN HIS HAND
SO THEY LET HIM PLAY
PLAY THEIR MINDS AWAY

WE┬┤RE ALL FOLLOWING...

song performed by Abba
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The Lord Has A Will

I need you lord; in all I do.
Youre always there to see me through.
I cant get by unless I lean on you, lord.
The lord has a will,
And I have a need
To follow that will,
To humbly be still,
To rest in it,
Nest in it,
Fully be blessed in it,
Following my fathers will.
Your love, lord, is in my heart.
You wrote it there; it wont depart.
It lights my way and keeps me out of the dark.
The lord has a will,
And I have a need
To follow that will,
To humbly be still,
To rest in it,
Nest in it,
Fully be blessed in it,
Following my fathers will.
I thank you, lord, your word is sown
Into my life, and there its grown;
Its roots go deep where living waters are known.
The lord has a will,
And I have a need
To follow that will,
To humbly be still,
To rest in it,
Nest in it,
Fully be blessed in it,
Following my fathers will.
The lord has a will,
And I have a need
To follow that will,
To humbly be still,
To rest in it,
Nest in it,
Fully be blessed in it,
Following my fathers will.
To rest in it,
Nest in it,
Fully be blessed in it,
Following my fathers will.

song performed by Amy Grant
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Postcards From The Wasteland

BOUNCE Bonus song (Japanese)
Tonight the moon's as pretty as a brand new rose
And nosey stars, they seem to know where everybody goes
As poets reach for words with broken motel pens
Here's something to hold on to 'til I come home again
Out here the days they don't have names they've got numbers
And the nights just seem to fade into each other
Jilted lovers are like fireflies, each one with a spark
Trying to fill the hole where once there was a heart
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Postcards from the wasteland
Now before the summer sun gets chased away
And all of our tomorrows turn to yesterdays
I'm going to build you that castle
I'm going to write you that song
I've got to find the words to say
Until I hold you in my arms
I'm sending postcard from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are
Postcards from the wasteland
Tonight I'll meet you in my dreams
See you soon
Love,
Me
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down the highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Following my headlights down this highway in the dark
I'm sending postcards from the wasteland
Postmarked from the state of my heart
In care of wherever you are

song performed by Bon Jovi
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Paranoid Schizophrenia

I am looking ahead as so many are following behind me
Everyone's hands reaching out to hurt me somehow-
I feel are manipulating my thoughts-
People looking ahead and so many following behind me
On this mesmerizing spring-like day- I wonder why this world is
Out to menace and persecute me? A gentle breeze blows and dogwood is blossoming,
Daffodil stems rocking gently within a gentle gust of wind-
While the sky is cloudless and I can feel the warmth of the sun brightly shining, and as
Its rays are gently caressing my shoulders; all I can do is weep-
I am looking ahead as so many are following closer and closer behind me-
Though it couldn't be a more picturesque and
Amazingly beautiful day- This world is not a safe place to live in-
This world is replete with wicked, conniving souls
Who wish me none but harm and desire to only betray me-?
Walking before me everyone looks into my eyes as
My mind has become literature to the public-Solitude to me is the only safe key to
My existence in this cruel and threatening world, of which
I was born to be a sole survivor and
Three billion people wish me nothing but harm-
Looking ahead I see people glaring at me through their eyes
In the back of my head and I have nowhere to turn to find safety as
So many are following directly behind- Within a gentle gust of wind, I shall be gone-
A bird with a broken wing that is still able to fly-
I shall fly to the top of a maple tree and hide from the inhabitants
Of this planet that has done nothing but to ridicule me and
Invade my personal space-lack of trust and heightening fear has
Taken away any place I might have had in this world-
The warmth of the sun gently caresses my shoulders and
I am thankful that inside the world of my thoughts
I have become this bird who can fly away from this cruel world-
This cruel world that has taken me and locked me away-
This cruel world that has made it so I can only survive
Alone in an empty room, screaming and crying, begging for
Some freedom from pain and solace from anger?
Looking ahead and looking behind-waiting for a bomb to dropp upon
The world I have created for myself and as I listen to voices only I can hear-
I try to shut the world out- this world that is reading my thoughts through my eyes,
And following me wherever I go- being a bird with a broken wing,
I am grateful to be able to fly into the cloudless sky where no one can
Read my thoughts and follow me-
Within a gentle gust of wind I shall be gone, forever.

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Take the hardcore gamers. The characters are way more real in the world of hardcore gamers who have played the game for hundreds of hours. They have the movie in their heads, they've built it on their own. These guys are always very disappointed in the movies.

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Hit 'em High

(intro)
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....
(b-real)
Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, i'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then i'm comin' right through you
(coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when i bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range
Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?
Chorus:
(b-real)
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
(all)
If i hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If i hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
(method man)
Insane like a runaway train i'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when i change
And you are type strange
Make room, manaical monster in the game
And i got my eye on you
Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain
You feelin' me, i'm feelin' you
The monstar again, i'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now i'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do

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song performed by Busta Rhymes
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Move Your Ass

Scooter! back in the house! yeah!
Get off your shirts and wait for further instructions
Starting the microphone business Ive got one message for the next decade.
Move your ass!
All right posse!
Keep it up!
Hardcore!!!
Come on!
Keep it up!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Ravers unite!!!
Maximum respect to the whole european posse! make some noise!!!
Ravers of the universe...you, keep the spirit alive!
Come on! come on!...hardcore!!!
Sing it...yeah-ay! yeah-ay! yeah-ay! yeah-ay!!
Alright, come on po-sse, youve gotta keep it up!
Come on, party, youve gotta move!
Alright, come on po-sse, youve gotta keep it up!
Come on, party...move your ass!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Move your ass!
Its nice to be important, but its more important to be nice.
Posse!! you keep the spirit alive!
Come on!!!
Thank you!
You still feel alright? !!
You want some more? !!!
Come on!!!
Kickin it, kickin it, kickin it yeah!
Move you ass!!
Yeaaaaaah!!
Rave nation! stay tuned...!

song performed by Scooter
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Hit The Deck

Im the minstrel man, the cleaning man,
The pole man, the shoeshine man
Im a nigger man, watch me dance {unknown movie}
[ice-t]
I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen
Evil e makes the records spin
Islam drops the beats that you rock to
Thought that I would never get you? got you
Doggin the floor like you know you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
And still keep you on the floor like a maniac
Thats your question? well ima answer that
Im on the mic tonight Im here to do it right
Ice, the capital t, airtight
Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission
Step to me fool - youre missin
Minus, gone, pow, youre outta here
This aint no game to me, this is my career
Throw me a mic, plug it in, bet!
I wont be happy til the dancefloors wet
I aint no rookie, Im a microphone vet
Evil es on the set, hit the deck!
{*scratching be easy on the cut (3x)
And no mistakes allowed -> rakim*}
[ice-t]
E-m-c-e-e, i-c-e-t, a-n-d, dj evil e
Doggin the deck like its never been done before
You had enough? more!
Here we go, Im about to blow up
Dont you dare bite my rhymes, Ill make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throatll need a skin graft
Toss it up, while the dj known as evil cuts
You wanna know whats happenin - what?
The beat become my soul, Im goin out of control
Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and youll wind up dead
{*slap*} yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous track
Watch out word this aint no joke
A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke
Dont make a move that youll regret
Evil es on the set, hit the deck!
{*scratched kick it (4x)*}
[ice-t]
You start to think and wonder bout how its done
An emcee? maybe I could be one
Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind
To be a dope mc takes time

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song performed by Ice T
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Club 'Kung-Fu'

What's up
Come on it's Friday evening
Can't wait to go to the party
I know a place where we all should go
Check out
Just around the corner
Best place can't be any cooler
Come along and enter to the party zone
No suburban angel
Been in lots of danger
Once even kicked Bruce Lee
Chorus:
Hey you, welcome to the party
Me and girls arefeeling kinda naughty
Dealing with hardcore fighting
Hangin' at the Club 'Kung-Fu'
Chill out, 'cos you're at the party
Me and girls already gettin' started
Dealing with hardcore fighting
Hangin' at the Club 'Kung-Fu'
Zoom this
You'll always remember
What you see can't get any better
Hottest people ever seen in whole downtown
Hear that
DJ playin' a record
Best thing after Def Leppard
Jump up, we'll be rockin' up this place
No suburban angel
Been in lots of danger
Once even kicked Bruce Lee
Chorus

song performed by Vanilla Ninja
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