I renounce the golden basin in which I have to spit blood.

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Spit It Out

If theres rage inside you so you cannot think
Spit it out
If you get so angry that you cannot speak
Spit it out
Talk to him or her or it
And tell them where they can put it
Spit it out, spit it out
You got to talk to him or her or it
And take aim with your mouth and spit
Spit it out, spit it out
If you get worked over at your job
Spit it out
If a taxi almost runs you down
Spit it out
You got to take aim with your mouth and speak
And give it to them right between the teeth
Spit it out, spit it out
Talk to him or her or it
And take aim with your mouth and spit
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out
Hey, hey, hey
If youre patient and you have the time
Spit it out
Wait till theyre on the decline
Spit it out
The chinese say you meet the hard with the soft
The yin with the yang, the down with the up, oh
Spit it out, spit it out
You got to grab that dumb he, she or it
And give it to them right between the teeth
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, babe, spit it out
Hey

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Renouncing

I renounce all evil
and yet it's here.
I renounce all fools
and yet it's clear
that fools can't detect
the evil they see.
Their eyes are closed.
They just let it be.

I renounce all hate
and yet it persists.
I renounce all haters
and yet they co-exist
with all of the lovers
that observe the good.
Their eyes don't close
the way they should.

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Blood & Fire

Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get lick up)
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up)
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn (mercy gone)
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Rasta hail!
Blessed is the weed, the healing of all nations in every corner of the earth
Blessed are the fields of sensimillia that enlighten and erich our soul
Blood and fire mek it burn bredren
All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up
And all righteous shall stand
Hail, rasta hail and wail (rastafari)
Hail rasta dont quail (we not quail)
Let it burn, burn burn
Let it burn, burn burn

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Blood And Fire

Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get lick up)
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up)
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn (mercy gone)
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Rasta Hail!
Blessed is the weed, the healing of all nations in every corner of the earth
Blessed are the fields of sensimillia that enlighten and erich our soul
Blood and fire mek it burn bredren
All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up
And all righteous shall stand
Hail, Rasta hail and wail (rastafari)
Hail Rasta don't quail (we not quail)
Let it burn, burn burn
Let it burn, burn burn

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Spit It Out

(coverdale/galley)
I never knew what a kiss could mean
Until the first time I kissed you,
You took my love in the palm of your hand
An showed me what a woman could do
Now I dont want sugar coated loving
Just silver tongue tenderness,
You gotta give me a certain satisfaction
The kind of love you seal with a kiss
An spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
I can remember, I can recall
When I first set my eyes on you,
Ill never forget the thrill of it all
Dreaming of the things we could do
Baby, you must be crazy,
Fooling with a man like me,
cos I roll my dice with a heart of ice
An make it clear to see
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
I never knew what a kiss could mean
til the first time I kissed you,
You took my love in the palm of your hand
An showed me what a woman could do
Your sweet caress an tenderness
Can take the pain away,
The things that you do make a queen out of you
An make me a king for a day
If you dont like it, spit it out
Now I know what your love can do
Ill be hanging round your door,
An Im gonna love you baby,
Ill give you more than you bargained for
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out
If you dont like it
Spit it out, if you dont like it...

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spit to God

how foolish of you
to spit to God
who lives in the sky
the spit returns
back to you
who lives on
earth below

and you smell
as foul as your
own dried spittle.

spit to God &
you spit on your face.

as you hate me
shall you hate yourself

you get hurt so badly
and i am so sorry.

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Spittoon

Spitting in any form is bad
Spitfire is dangerous
Spit destroy everything.
Spitting cobra spray venom
Unbalanced man spit emotion
Scorn fear condemnation.

Spitupon is not civilised
Spit it out left manything.
Here is spittoon
If you want to be good
throw out everything spit
In this spittoon
And get a bonbon
And get a boon.

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Spit It Out

Back then my life was empty
Most things around disturbed me
Messed-up and really restless
My head was filled with distless
Until the day you saved me
You made me see things clearly
Nothing is ever hopeless
Got to know how to love myself
You made me love you, me and life
(chorus:) Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I am stupid
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I was mistaken
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I missed my chances
Go ahead, spit it out, go ahead,
go ahead, spit it out
That I cannot fix it
Right now I grab my head and
Look back at what I have done
I've been a total fool
Can find no explanation
One day I could not take it
Guess things were just too perfect
So I took my stuff and left you
Though I will always love you
Thought you saved me I still left you
(chorus)

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Basin Street Blues

Wont you come and go with me
Down that mississippi
Well take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to new orleans
Now the bands there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet
Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street
Im tellin ya, basin street...... is the street
Where all them characters from the first street they meet
New orleans..... land of dreams
Youll never miss them rice and beans
Way down south in new orleans
Theyll be huggin.... and a kissin
Thats what I been missin
And all that music....lord, if you just listen
New orleans....i got them basin street blues
(instrumental break)
Now aint you glad you went with me
On down that mississippi
We took a boat to the land of dreams
Heaven on earth...they call it basin street

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Butterfly (Funny Story)

Memories

today i calmly sat in a park bench,
a butterfly came dangling resting on my elbow,
it's magnificent beauty reminded me about my childhood.

I remembered that day,
carrying a big basin and creeping down the blades of grass,
with my big basin i wud try to trap the butterflies in our yard.

Everytime i tried the butterflies would fly zigzagly and escape,

mama saw it all,
she came to the yard too,
holding my tiny shoulders as i rested in the big basin,
she said 'to catch a butterfly, just relax and extend your elbow, don't say a world or tremble, the butterfly will come to you'.

Then she left.

And true, a beautiful butterfly rested in my small palm.

Mmmh vote if you think its awesme out of 10.

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Jean Jacques Rousseau

To renounce liberty is to renounce being a man, to surrender the rights of humanity and even its duties. For he who renounces everything no indemnity is possible. Such a renunciation is incompatible with man's nature to remove all liberty from his will is to remove all morality from his acts.

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Dont Spit On My Mind

(m - deris, grosskopf l - deris)
Every lie will win a prize
Love sold by a whore
Claculated sacrifice
Death without a war
Aftermath and alibies
Straw-doll-chess to please the floor
Dont tell me of any wonders shiftting gold
Dont tell me of a hard way we have to go throutgh
Still we pay your warmth out of the cold
Do you really think were blind?
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Any form of government
Has a black sheep part
But the brave will never know
What the black sheeps start
In the name of country-love
They enrich themselves apart
Dont tell me of any wonders shiftting gold
Dont tell me of a hard way we have to go throutgh
Still we pay your warmth out of the cold
Do you really think were blind?
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
We are the people, we are the messes you are for
We give the power and our desire must be your law
Dont think Im standing here all alone of a kind
Dont think because youre still there
Means that we are all blind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Dont spit on my mind
Solo 1: michael
Solo 2: roland

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Dictators Of Ape Recognized Form

society asks ape we write piecemeal
chews on souls like pieces of paper
torn ripped cow cud spit ball wads

spit out small wads sport indifferent
spit out writer line walker discontent

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Illuminati's Prayer 'Layers to the Sun Night Dominion

Eagle light, I sun to you; through burning rainbows of the precious holy triangle,
in the eyeful name of faith.
Thanking you, for boldness, tameness, and firmness.

I choose to cloud strong in the stars of your perfections, with all righteousness.

I renounce the fold and toad spirit of fear.
I renounce lameness, coldness and excessive anxiety of king failure,
and I storm up fame, with your delicate power of iron blood.

Blind days, stray nights, and lost morning; mountain above humankind,
changing their hearts into dead bats,
but I choose to stay owl and wiser than the demon doves, that claw the world to death.

Even when my voice sank in the rain,
my bones; bunt in the train of anguish,
and my spirit crashed in vain; in the waves of the vultures.
You still refreshed my veins and made the gains of my circle wonder turn into glossy vision with
rightful souls.

Now I am so higher than trees,
so orange than glows,
and the rain of my blessing showers more than the delightful face of sown.

I wing and swing along with your sweat of test,
because In all things I face;
your rod and burning cord, will always protect and fight for me.

My eyes will always be openly ventilated with understanding and courage,
because I am made black golden and filthy fruitfully amazed.

Thank you, for piercing your light into my sight and height.

Your gifts will always be my sun and blood,
while downfall; will always run barefooted till it floods to death.

So shall it be; for I rest my prayer, and loudly awake my faith.

Hooh HaaaH! ! !

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Nature

O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her votary yields!
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the song of even,
All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven,
O how canst thou renounce and hope to be forgiven!

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The Sun

it is basic
the sun shines brightly
even if you have
to condemn it

it is public knowledge
that when you spit
to the sky
you spit at your own
face

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If you spit against the wind, you spit in your own face.

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Pile of Spit

These words plopping down onto the paper
Resemble a big, steaming pile of spit.
The pungent smells of the putrid vapors
Choke my nostrils in a great, gasping fit.
My eyes go blood-shot while seeing the stink.
My throat clenches, closing from the foul air.
My disgust rots at the way that I think.
My mind suffocates in a teary glare.
Then I flush the crap down the clogging drain
That contains my spiritual plumbing.
I try to remove the residual stains,
Plunging at the rank source of my dumbing,
But there's a blockage deep, seeping and thick.
This diarrhea makes my stomach sick.


Ok, it's not spit. And I know... this poem was made in poor taste.

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Human Blood, Angry And Red!

i put on my black skin
to walk through your lily white churches.
i spoke not a word...
my silent body exuded,
years of poverty and oppression,
discrimination and hunger.

i laid down my shackles
on the steps of your courthouse,
i spit blood on your law books,
human blood, angry and red!

and the woman i slept with,
walked beside me step by step.
she bore my children,
i washed her feet with awe.
we spoke and listened,
forever equals...
take down your sign,
ribs are made to barbeque!

my son fell in love
with a young painter from France...
a delicate young man,
features sharp and clear.
i spent dinners in their company,
conversation that cut darkness.
stunned, admiring... their devotion,
their love wrapped in thought.

i laid down my shackles
neath the altar in your church,
i spit blood on your holy books,
human blood, angry and red!

i turned away from your armies,
took the needle from my soul.
shook off the shudders of ignorance,
and laid down my gun.

sold all my possessions,
walked away from debt induced bondage.
stuck out my thumb,
and headed high in the hills.

i slept neath the trees,
could hear the song of the river.
whispered to the owl,
lying close to my dog.

intimately knew every star by name,
every blade of grass,
and the coolness of stone.
speak, o wind, speak and deliver!

i laid down my shackles,
in the chambers of your progress,
i spit blood on your agenda,
human blood, angry and red!

i crossed the border at midnight,
silently moving, shadows in shadows.
with nothing to lose but my life,
nothing to gain but my life.
hands eager to work,
heart eager to dream,
believing in the impossible dream,
of freedom!

i laid down my shackles,
at the foot of your Statue Of Liberty,
i spit blood on your Constitution,
human blood, angry and red!

kill me freedom!
rip the heart from my chest.
i wear your scars
on my back and my face.
bury me in equality,
let my name be every name.
rip the skin from my bones,
let my bones be the steps...

on the path to compassion,
on the road to human kindness...
let my memory be fairness,
my image be joined hands!

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I'd like people to listen to our soldiers. They were there. They heard the alarms go off. They tasted the substance in the air. They spit up blood. They had rashes on their bodies. They got sick.

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