With one hand he scratches you, and with the other he strikes you.
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Its Goin Down
[intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think its worth holding out
I mean Ive heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories
(electric guitar starts)
Watch them flee.. watch them flee *scratches*
Rap up *scratches*
Watch them flee *scratches*
Hip-hop hits *scratches*
And you do it like this
(mike shinoba)
[verse 1]
Its going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
[pre-chorus](2x)
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(mike shinoba)
[verse 2]
Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
Its going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
Its going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment thats calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop
[pre-chorus]
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(x-ecutioners)
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Yo its request only *scratches*
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Its built from scratch
Album in stores soon
bout to blast off world wide *scratches*
And you do it like this
Its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
Like this...
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Its Goin Down
[intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think its worth holding out
I mean Ive heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories
(electric guitar starts)
Watch them flee.. watch them flee *scratches*
Rap up *scratches*
Watch them flee *scratches*
Hip-hop hits *scratches*
And you do it like this
(mike shinoba)
[verse 1]
Its going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
[pre-chorus](2x)
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(mike shinoba)
[verse 2]
Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
Its going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
Its going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment thats calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop
[pre-chorus]
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(x-ecutioners)
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Yo its request only *scratches*
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Its built from scratch
Album in stores soon
bout to blast off world wide *scratches*
And you do it like this
Its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
Like this...
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A person scratches himself where his hand can reach.
The Nurse's Watch
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn'
The moon it shines,
My darling whines;
The clock strikes twelve:--God cheer
The sick both far and near.
God knoweth all;
Mousy nibbles in the wall;
The clock strikes one:--like day,
Dreams o'er thy pillow play.
The matin-bell
Wakes the nun in convent cell;
The clock strikes two:--they go
To choir in a row.
The wind it blows,
The cock he crows;
The clock strikes three:--the wagoner
In his straw bed begins to stir.
The steed he paws the floor,
Creaks the stable door;
The clock strikes four:--'tis plain
The coachman sifts his grain.
The swallow's laugh the still air shakes,
The sun awakes;
The clock strikes five:--the traveler must be gone,
He puts his stockings on.
The hen is clacking,
The ducks are quacking;
The clock strikes six:--awake, arise,
Thou lazy hag; come, ope thy eyes.
Quick to the baker's run;
The rolls are done;
The clock strikes seven:--
'Tis time the milk were in the oven.
Put in some butter, do,
And some fine sugar, too;
The clock strikes eight:--
Now bring my baby's porridge straight.
poem by Clemens Maria Brentano
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The Mind
There rings the bell
The dream strikes hard
Awakening the girl
A dream so bad
There comes joy
The thoughts strike hard
Happy is the boy
In the end gets mad
There goes hope
Night strikes hard
Man hangs on a rope
A story so sad
There sounds the gun
Day dream strikes hard
The woman can't run
Just waits for the blood
There comes war
The life strikes hard
All on the floor
In the red liquid flood.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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When Evil Reigns
Very thought
Of being at top
With it brought
Images fraught
With death of sorts
On the barren tree
Ropes tied
To direct the fall
Perched
With axe in hand
Strikes
And strikes with force
Till it parts
Fool
Fool with axe
Embraced in my lap
Listens to dictates
Of those on land
Gives me a blow
In all humility
For next I restore
Does he know
A single jerk
And blows will blow no more.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Lightning Strikes
Wont you listen cos Im at it again
Lightning striking and on that you can depend
They say that lightning never strikes the same place twice
Gods of thunder sit and watch the event
You know I take no prisoners
My backs to the wall
You know I must be going
When destiny calls
Until I feel that thunder shattering my brain
I wont stop
Rockin all night rockin all night
Until the lightning strikes again
Rockin all night rockin all night
Until the lightning strikes again
Tell your mama that youre gonna be late
But not to worry well just be rockin all night
The lightning strikes before you hear the thunder roar
Were becoming the children of the night
Im not apologizing
I am what I am
There is no compromising
I dont give a damn
Until I feel the thunder boiling in my veins
I wont stop
Rockin all night rockin all night
Until the lightning strikes again
Rockin all night rockin all night
Until the lightning strikes again
Oh no Ive lost control
Here we got its only rock n roll
The silver light is flashing
As all turns to gold
In my head voices screaming
And Im being told
If you will only listen you will hear them too
I wont stop
Rockin all night rockin all night
Until the lightning strikes again
Rockin all night rockin all night
Until the lightning strikes again
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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When lightning strikes out
When lightning strikes out,
disappears far over the horizon,
when lightning strikes out
flaming suddenly blue-white to below,
when the sun disappears behind clouds
big drops do appear;
when lightning strikes out.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thunderball
He always runs while others walk
He acts while other men just talk.
He looks at this world, and wants it all,
So he strikes, like thunderball.
He knows the meaning of success.
His needs are more, so he gives less.
They call him the winner who takes all.
And he strikes, like thunderball.
Any woman he wants, hell get.
He will break any heart without regret.
His days of asking are all gone.
His fight goes on and on and on.
But he thinks that the fight is worth it all.
So he strikes like thunderball
song performed by by Tom Jones
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The Prodigal Son
COME home, come home, for your eyes are sore
With the glare of the noonday sun,
And nothing looks as it did before,
And the best of the day is done.
You have played your match, and ridden your race,
You have fought in your fight--and lost;
And life has set its claws in your face,
And you know what the scratches cost.
Out there the world is cruel and loud,
It strikes at the beaten man;
Come out of the press of the stranger crowd
To the place where your life began.
The best robe lies in the cedar chest,
And your father's ring is here;
You have known the worst, come home to the best--
You will pay for it, never fear!
In every kiss of your sister's mouth,
In each tear from your mother's eyes,
You will pay the price of the days in the South
Where the far-off country lies.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Havings Are Lost
My Sweet...
havings are lost
simply scratches
you nailed my soul
left its pain
possessing proposed amity
the time
the wind
the crowd
never before
so angry as
winter appears or not
wintering ambiance
the soul cry to leave
to leave the sorrows
it planted morbid enmity
havings are nothing
simply passion of keeping by self
lost its anguish
and the engraved scratches
again howls to hike undone
Pranab k c
18/09/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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My Other Hand...
the black man's hand,
the poor man's hand.
the Muslim hand, the Jewish hand...
the gay man's hand,
the working man's hand,
the ex-convict's hand,
the farmer's hand, the garbage man's hand...
the Christian's hand, the atheist's hand,
the father's hand, the soldier's hand,
the peacemaker's hand,
the healer's hand, the teacher's hand,
the prodigal's hand, even the murderer's hand...
the victim's hand, the broken hand,
the praying hand, the touching hand...
all, when extended,
feel like my other hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Critic
with an impotent hand
and a limp pen
he scratches at the scabs
pf the exposed soul...
having no soul
of his own...
to draw from.
no fire in the night
he sits 'neath a neon light
and vomits commands
to the frigid and lifeless...
without shadow, slowly
eaten from within...
ego, and dust!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mother Chicken
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, she calls
Chicks run to mother, and flap their wings
The mother, pecks and scratches ground for worms
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, a sweet mother's sign
They hop, dance, jump and run in delight
A day is made, with a lovely mother's sign.
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, on the ground she scratches
Kwi, kwi, merrily they've pecked for worms
Happy under shade, they are covered under wings.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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A wretched mind
I am happy when fortune strikes me
But not so when it befalls others.
I feel relieved when misfortune strikes
Not me but others. A wretched mind.
25.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When anger rushes unrestrained to action, like a hot steed, it stumbles on its way. The man of thought strikes deepest and strikes safely.
quote by Richard Savage
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The mason who strikes often is better than the one who strikes too hard.
The Buttocks
A pretty face strikes,
Stiff breasts strikes.
But spreading buttocks
Are woman’s sexiest part.
(20.06.2004)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is from judging
Love is rare to strike at first sight.
It strikes at mutual weight and grow.
It crumbles down when imbalance strikes
Who loves each other before weighing each other other?
23.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who strikes his father or mother his hand will grow out of the grave.