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  • Black Sabbath – Iron Man lyrics

    I am Iron Man!
    Has he lost his mind?
    Can he see or is he blind?
    Can he walk at all

    Or if he moves will he fall?
    Is he alive or dead?
    Has he thoughts within his head
    We’ll just pass him there
    Why should we even care?

    He was turned to steel
    In the great magnetic field
    When he travelled time
    For the future of mankind

    Nobody wants him
    He just stares at the world
    Planning his vengeance
    That he will soon unfold

    Now the time is here
    For Iron Man to spread fear
    Vengeance from the grave
    Kills the people he once saved

    Nobody wants him
    They just turn their heads
    Nobody helps him
    Now he has his revenge

    Heavy boots of lead
    Fills his victims full of dread
    Running as fast as they can
    Iron Man lives again! kyle d


  • Eminem – On Fire

    [Intro]
    You know, critics, man
    Critics never got nothing nice to say, man
    You know the one thing I notice about critics, man
    Is critics never ask me how my day went
    Well I’mma tell ’em

    [Verse 1]
    Yesterday my dog died
    I hog tied a ho
    Tied her in a bow
    Said "Next time you blog, try to spit a flow"
    You wanna criticize, dog? Try a little mo’
    I’m so tired of this I could blow
    Fire in the hole
    I’m fired up
    So fire up the lighter and the dro
    Better hold on a little tighter, here I go
    Flows tighter
    Hot headed as Ghost Rider
    Cold hearted as Spiderman throwing a spider in the snow
    So you better get lower
    Than Florida
    Inside of a lowrider
    With no tires, in a hole
    Why am I like this? Why is winter cold
    Why is it when I talk I’m so biased to the hoes
    Listen dog
    Christmas is off
    This is as soft as it gets
    This isn’t golf
    This is a blistering assault
    Those are your wounds, this is the salt
    So get lost
    Shit, dissing me is just like pissing off
    The Wizard of Oz
    Wrap a lizard in gauze
    Beat you in the jaws with it
    Grab the scissors and saws
    And cut out your livers, gizzards, and balls
    Throw you in the middle of the ocean
    In a blizzard with Jaws
    So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw
    Then describe how it tasted like dessert to us all
    Got the gall
    To make Chris piss in his drawers
    Tickle him, go to his grave
    Skip him, and visit his dog

    [Hook]
    (You’re on fire)
    Thats how you know you’re on a roll
    Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burning up
    Everyone else’s cold
    (You’re on fire)
    Man, I’m so fucking sick
    I got ambulances pulling me over and shit
    (You’re on fire)
    You need to stop, drop, and roll
    Cause when you say the shit to get
    The whole Hip Hop shop to blow
    (You’re on fire, you’re on fire)

    [Verse 2]
    I just put a bullshit hook
    In between two long-ass verses
    If you mistook this for a song, look
    This ain’t a song, it’s a warning to Brooke
    Hogan and David Cook
    That the crook just took over, so book
    Run as fast as you can
    Stop writing and kill it
    I’m lightning in a skillet
    You’re a fucking flash in the pan
    I pop up, you bitches scatter like hot grease splashing a fan
    Mr. Mathers is the man
    Yeah, I’m pissed
    But I would rather take this energy and stash it in a can
    Come back and whip your ass with it again
    Saliva’s like sulfuric acid in your hand
    It’ll eat through anything, metal, the ass of Iron Man
    Turn him into plastic
    So for you to think that you could stand a fucking chance
    Is asinine
    Yeah, ask Denaun, man
    Hit a blind man
    With a coloring book
    And told him color inside the lines
    Or get hit with a flying crayon
    Fuck it, I ain’t playing
    Pull up in a van
    And hop out at a homeless man
    Holding a sign saying
    "Vietnam vet", I’m out my fucking mind man
    Kick over the can
    Beat his ass, and leave him 9 grand
    So if I seem a little mean to you
    This ain’t savage
    You ain’t never seen a brute
    You want to get graphic
    We can go the scenic route
    You couldn’t make a bulimic puke
    On a piece of fucking corn and peanut poop
    Saying you sick
    Quit playing, you prick
    Don’t nobody care
    And why the fuck am I yelling at air
    I ain’t even talking to no one
    ‘Cause ain’t nobody there
    Nobody will fucking test me
    ‘Cause these hoes won’t even dare
    I’m wasting punchlines, but I got so many to spare
    I just thought of another one that might go here
    Naw, don’t waste it
    Save it, psycho, yeah
    Plus you got to rewrite those lines
    That you said about Michael’s hair
    (Woops)

    [Hook]
    (You’re on fire)
    Thats how ya know you’re on a roll
    Cause when you’re hot its like you’re burnin up
    Everyone else’s cold
    (You’re on fire)
    Man, I’m so hot
    My motherfucking firetruck’s on fire, homie
    (You’re on fire)
    Ya need to stop drop and roll
    ‘Cause when you say the shit to get
    The whole hip hop shop to blow
    You’re on fire
    You’re on fire
    You’re on fire


  • Adrian Younge & Ali Shaheed Muhammad – Bulletproof Love (feat. Method Man) letras

    [Intro: Method Man]
    Yo, Sway, man. I can’t even describe it, man. The situation was crazy, bruh. If I was a gorilla I would say it was bananas, B. For real, the man just- he just took over the whole situation, god. Listen –

    [Verse: Method Man]
    Man, it is what it is
    Can’t understand a man if you ain’t lived what he lived
    Roaches in the crib, ain’t got no food up in the fridge
    Plus the crime running rampant and it’s screwing up the kids
    Sway, admit, what kind of paradise is this?
    I just want my 40 acres and some carats on the wrist
    But these snakes is trying to gather in the pit
    When you get a cottonmouth, plucking ashes off the clip
    Off the rip, now a challenger exists
    And he bulletproof, shoot, what kind of caliber is this?
    Got thugs in the store with the barrel on your lips
    Saying, “empty out the drawer” before he pound you with the grip
    Lord, who to call when no one obeys the law
    And there ain’t no Iron Man that can come and save us all?
    Power to the people and Luke Cage the cause
    And the cops got it wrong, we don’t think Cage involved
    Look, dog, a hero, never had one
    Already took Malcolm and Martin, this is the last one
    I beg your pardon, somebody pulling a fast one
    Now we got a hero for hire and he a black one
    And bullet-hole hoodies is the fashion
    We in Harlem’s Paradise, tell the Captain
    That I’m about to trade the mic for a Magnum
    Give up my life for Trayvon to have one
    [Hook: Method Man]
    Yeah, ’cause this is bulletproof love
    And you already know what a bulletproof does
    So you can take it from a bulletproof thug
    The hood got his back, dog, bulletproof love
    The blood thicker than mud
    And who am I to judge if you get a gun in the club?
    ‘Cause you already know what a bulletproof does
    When the hood got your back, dog, bulletproof love

    [Outro: Method Man]
    Yeah, shoutout to Pop. RIP, my brother. The streets is crazy nowadays. People say we don’t need another hero, but now we got one whether you like it or not. Luke Cage, please believe it, sir. The streets got your back. You already bulletproof love, baby