Gym Class Heroes

[fox69]

"Everyday's Forecast"

"Everyday's Forecast"



You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing onomatopoeia

Now here's another broken link for anyone who thinks my life's together
I rock a raincoat despite the pleasant weather
God's placed a permanent dark cloud above my head
But he was nice enough to loan me a holy umbrella
Well thank ya fella,
How considerate
I'm the illegitimate son of accident-prone degenerates
Today's forecast partly cloudy with a good chance of rain
So I wear my sarcasm badge proudly and
Flash a devilish grin
That'll make the most masculine Men skeptical of his existence
And when the rain begins, I take a seat to retire and admire the spectacle
From a distance
For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin me ice grills
But when I looked, he looked the other way
Now any other day
Wouldn't let this type of shit bother me
Today it was enough to make my lucky charms soggy
So finally I stepped to him
Kindly disrespected him
Looked him dead in the eyes and analyzed how it effected him
He broke down in tears talking about how God neglected him

Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,

And all it took was a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego
Then pop pop went my God Complex
I never thought 19 yrs after my first breath I'd be in art school surrounded
By corny fucks debating who's more depressed
I'm 21 now, and still can't deal with what's real
But I'll be damned if I give up and settles for pills
Daddy taught me better
Mommy taught me how to crack 40's and jack 6 packs in oversized sweaters
And one time my mother changes
So I'm in the rain waiting
For the flood gates to open
Impersonating my favorite VH1 Behind the Music tragedy
Catastrophe never tasted so acidic before
I'm PH balanced
For the floor? But strong enough to stay a float
And doggy paddle long enough to catch that
Life preserver rope
And then I'll be on a parallel ladder laughing like,
Damn my man, for the love of Pete what happened

And finally I step to you
Kindly disrespect you
Looked you dead in the eyes and analyzed how it affected you
Watch you break down in tears talking about how God neglected you
Misdirected the definition of pitiful

Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,

Yo, you ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with

You ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with

Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,

You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing onomatopoeia

 

[fox69]

"Extra Extra"

"Extra Extra"



Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,
Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work,
Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button,
I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin,
(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect 'em voice dialed through sprint, I tell 'em meet me at the spot with some hot ish,
They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics?', SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin',
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin',
It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose we keep it tightened,
Y'all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin' ,
Aight then, why you always hatin' on me?
I'm doin' my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'?
With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something
You don't really wanna get into,
I'll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination you're through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills
To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act,
It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in life's a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone...

Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.

Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining,
Ring the alarm, cause I've begun refining,
Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming,
Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming,
Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond,
I'll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O's like James Bond,
Me say 'Mon, it be no problem', like a Jamaican,
You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin'
(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken,
If Hip-Hop today's a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin',
Ain't no time for playin', pay attention to these words I'm sayin',
Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin',
Verbal slayin', the last be first, first shall be last,
In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass,
Play on the grass, but you know you're bound to step in doo-doo,
Never no need to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do,
On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you?
So screw you, we're true warriors like Shaka Zulu,
With that juice, not like Tupac's Bishop but Desmond Tutu,
And there you have it, most of y'all be quick to speak on Travis,
Not even knowin' the full capabilities of his madness,
You thought you had this, when you can't even come near me,
In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary,
I'm leavin' heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry.

Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.

Everything's in the process, mad stress no rest,
You could test but you'll never ever penetrate this lyrical crest,
I'm armor, you'll get slapped with this fat rosey palm,
Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama,
Son I'm wicked, do you want a first class ticket,
To a beatin', show your ass and I'm inclined to kick it,
Keep it real, that's just another bum ass deal,
Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal,
But I'm survivin', ain't drivin' cause I just got my license,
All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents,
And a mountain bike that's just about as broke as my pockets,
I'm broke to the point that I'm about to pull my own eye sockets,
But there's more to life than just them new Jordan's, and right now
I'm rockin' anything my Dad's affordin', I come complete
Whole like Vitamin D, while cat's just Skim the surface,
If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous,
Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain't the secret service,
Don't be surprised, realize that 'No disguise' can hide your worthless,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose.

 

[fox69]

"Faces In The Hall"

"Faces In The Hall"


I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
She could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave to her
She thought nothing of it
And just shoved it in the closet
Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual
I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag
Call him "fag" and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
The gym teacher never cared
He'd just join in on the action
He'd make silly gestures
And compared him to Micheal Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it
He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
He just felt like throwin' up
And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
Like "God, why the fucked I have to be born this way?"
God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
Cause he had dreams to be a track star
Until that warm April night
Them gay jokes went way too far
Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted
Except it was all deception
And left them all unprotected
It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
To get him in the right place
Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly
They started calling him sissy
One punch turned into fifty
They beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood
While his peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year

Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
While they were on vacation taking in sights
He got wasted and killed a kid that night

Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you [x4]

I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented
With aspirations to be a
Big superstar
What a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
Flippin' off the principal
Single mother home structure
She looked after baby brother
While mom worked two jobs
Just to buy supper
Pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man,
Juggling family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who saw silence in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself
Under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made,
Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
Turns out
Carrie Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
And the story ends the same way
OK, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him "No Drinking"
What the fuck were they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie Anne asked
She got all excited
Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted,
She was finally accepted,
Except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention,
Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was
Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood
And she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year
Needless to say
It was one one big tragedy
And I hate to break it but
It doesn't end happily
A warm day in May,
The sky was so beautiful
Carrie Anne died in a crash leaving the funeral

 

[fox69]

"Food For Mic Skills"

"Food For Mic Skills"



Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and blister you boy

We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame clich©'s and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

 

[fox69]

"Graduation Day"

"Graduation Day"



I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurtle

His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average day student
A student participated in class, never came late
And never true and his family was picture perfect

His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene
His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five

But Alberto had a monster, he kept under his bed
And instead of letting it out, he just got a girlfriend
Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell
By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand

When he would wave to her, she never though anything of it
And just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped out
Like leaky faucet, Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends

Did they always picking bad calling him fag and such, and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym and really bust his nuts?
The gym teacher never cared he'd join in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson

Alberto couldn't take it, he just stopped showing up
And whenever he walked the malls, he just felt like throwing up
And at night he would cry and cry, and ask God, why?
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?

God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay"
See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night
The gay jokes went way to far Ronny begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party 'cause his parents went away

And left him plenty of Bacardi, Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted, accepted was all deception
And all unprotected it was a play rite a scam to get him in
The right place verbally degrade him and rearrange his pretty face

The plan would go swiftly, they started calling him Sissy
When plus turned into fifty they beat him until he was dizzy
Now, Alberto lie in blood while his peers look on him in fear
He took his last breath and passed away his senior year

Needless to say it was one big tragedy, and how was Ronny
Gonna explain it to his family while they were on vacation?
Taking in sights he got wasted killed a kid that night
Don't be a saver, but hate the way they do

Just utilize the gifts god gave you
I knew this girl named Maria right and talented
With aspirations to be a big superstar what a great idea
Until she fell off and started listening to her peers

Oh dear, now, Maria was your typically obnoxious analytical
Head strong rebel flipping off the principles single mother
Home structure she looked at the baby brother while the moms work
Two jobs just to buy supper pops was a struggling musician

Troubled man, juggling heroin addiction, he overdosed
And left a notice of eviction and cradle record in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound who saw silence
In the record she found and she would stay up late at night

Reciting songs to herself in the pale moonlight
Writing wrongs that her pops made promise to mom
She would never go the same route turns out, Karie Ann had other plans
Her inter man Ronny, most popular, second best to nobody

Homecoming queen vs. ugly duckling and the story ends the same way
Okay, Ronny's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him no drinking, what the fuck was they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited

So, when Karie Ann asked, she got all excited like
Damn now, I've got something to look forward to
And so she thought, Maria kindly accepted
She was finally accepted, except it was all bullshit

Now pay attention, Karie Ann hated Maria
'Cause she could sing and so she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was, Maria never touched drugs
She did that night and when her man was getting beat

She was nowhere in sight, now her boyfriend lay in blood
And she had no idea Alberto passed away and she got hooked
Her senior year, needless to say it was one big tragedy
And I hate to break it, but it doesn't end happily
A warm day in May, the sky was so beautiful
Karie Ann died in a crash leaving the funeral

 

[fox69]

"Guilty As Charged"
(feat. Estelle)

"Guilty As Charged"
(feat. Estelle)



I guess i'm guilty 'til proven innocent
And i'll be gone before they know what I hit em' with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident [x2]

And if you're innocent, let me see you two step
Come on, let me see you two step [x2]

Slam the gavel judge judy got a grudge
Interrogating me for days on end and I won't budge
I'm on some eddie murphy raw "baby it wasn't me" shiz
Wrong place, wrong time, I was there but I didn't see sh*t
And you can throw the book at me and i'ma throw it right back
Slap the district attorney and ask him "how you like that? "
Then i'ma jump in front of the jury like my life is in your hands
Then break each and all their fingers just to make em' understand
This is obviously a case of mistaken identity
Plus this face is too pretty to be in a penitentiary
Paranoid like chris and snoop was out to kill me
Walkin' on a thin wire, why they tryin' to marlo stanfield me?

I guess i'm guilty 'til proven innocent
And i'll be gone before they know what I hit em' with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident [x2]

And if you're innocent, let me see you two step
Come on, let me see you two step [x2]

And I think it went down like this
All I remember was the studio, next thing you know everything goes black
I woke up in the back of a squad car
Handcuffed until they threw my a** behind bars
I never claimed to be an angel, I just makin' music
Something a little different you can bob your head to it
If that's crime, then fuck it, i'll do the time
But they tryin' to give me 25 to life for every line
Go ahead and lock me up, throw away the key
But just imagine the monster you gonna make of me
And the moment that we all feared
Guilty on all charges for the dopest album of the year!

I guess i'm guilty 'til proven innocent
And i'll be gone before they know what I hit em' with
And this predicament is pure coincidence
Oh brother here comes another incident [x2]

I'm innocent...[x4]

[Repeat chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Happy Little Trees"

"Happy Little Trees"



Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
F**k mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision

Its like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be

 

[fox69]

"Holy Horseshit, Batman!!"

"Holy Horseshit, Batman!!"


She reached her hand out with a pamphlet and I politely said "No, Mam"
I mean no disrespect and I apologize if this fucks up your program
You tell me I'm gonna burn for lying but the heat can turn water to wine
Well if there's a hell below then we're all gonna be just fine.

So there I stood six feet in sin, a walking contradiction
But am I wrong for posing question or am I another lost soul searching?
Then she gave me a look so unchristian and told she'd pray for my children
I said "If you're so holy you'll probably out-live me but if I bought a Jesus piece do you think he'd forgive me?"

Maybe I would be a fool to think
That somewhere in the sky's a place for me
What good would it be to pray for me
You won't save me, don't pray for me

Now I've never been religious
I'm just a big fan of logistics
And if it makes sense then I'm all for it
I even pray if the situation calls for it
Somebody asked me if I believe in miracles
I try to answer without sounding satirical
I'm 3 years past my expiration and yet I'm still fresher than a newborn
So I guess that's my explanation but it's safe to say I've never seen a unicorn and I never chase rainbows
But I hear the devil wears designer clothes
So does God have a favourite brand?
And for that matter, is he even a man?
And will I go to hell for even saying that?
Only time will tell I'm just relaying facts.

Maybe I would be a fool to think
That somewhere in the sky's a place for me
What good would it be to pray for me
You won't save me, don't pray for me

[Instrumental]

Maybe I would be a fool to think
That somewhere in the sky's a place for me
What good would it be to pray for me
You won't save me, don't pray for me

Maybe I would be a fool to think
That somewhere in the sky's a place for me
What good would it be to pray for me
You won't save me, don't pray for me

 

[fox69]

"Home"

"Home"


[Verse 1]
Im just an oxy moron in a a song wen im straight bent
Intoxicated on subriedy, ironey makes sense
Im tryin' to make a livin', you diyin' to pay the rent
Why you liyin' for forgivness, when I aint givin' you shit
My original plan was to live as a starvin' artist, but
Starvin' artist die hungry, dress bummy
OMG, LOL, capital HEO
See alot of em' talk, half of em' aint paid
Truthfully I walk it out, like dre say
Bought my car on 106, but now its missin' like AJ
I played it smart, with a little to the side
Bought a bar in New York, where I sit and swallow my pride.

[Chorus]
I'm home, and they've been missin' me since ive been gone
Thats why your missis been hittin' me on my phone
Little man, had a plan, now he grown, not do along for to long
Sing the song everybody,
Im home
Im home
Im home
Im home
(Im home)
I know ive been gone for to long, but im back, homecoming, haha,
I know yall missed me, dont even play hahaha, im home now though

[Verse 2]
Im back your boy did it
Look how he shitted' on em'
Hes like hard division
Consider him a problem
Subtract me from the game, now thats a bad equation
Add the fact, this industrys wack, now check your calculations
Hes the equivilent of Mc2, multiplied by eight kimbos, plain and simple
When im not to the nearest tenth hell, its just a waist of time
Im stingy, I only make sense to myself
If welth was the truth, then it should by a mans happiness
Why the hell you think im smilin' so hard while im rappin' this
Eye yos fuckin ne yo, the whole world got there eye balls in my e-hole
And thats why I keep the lies all close by, cause currency is dirty
Especially when you got it stacked miles high
They say mone changed me, thats a no no
I just dont roll with bums, no hobo

[Chorus]

(Man gym class heroes is a real problem, you needa reconize that yall was actin' funny while is was gone, now we back haha ha ha)

[Verse 3]
You tried livin' in the fast lane, but couldnt reach the pedals
Now your so called life not as cool as jared ledos
I give this whole rap game a purple tonsil (wow)
Now thats what you get for acting hostel
You can bite the hand that feeds you, but when it bites back
You gon' get arrested developement cuffs and cardiac
Im in my prime going harder than I should soo (uhhh)
You little bastards takin' orders like good burger
Spittin snaple facts, thats nonsense
Read a couple books and you call yourself conshense
The only reason ive been sleeping on music lately
Cause yall aint makin' nuthin' slightly close to entertaning
But thats entertaning, this is history
If you aint on my level, dont even get at me
Literally, I am what, you have been waiting for
Gym class is now in session
You aint gotta wait no more

[Chorus]

(and there you have it, gym class heroes baby, decaydence, cool and dre, back squad 08 aaaaaahhhhhh fuck outta here!)

 

[fox69]

"It's Ok, But Just This Once!"

"It's Ok, But Just This Once!"


We put the "F-U" back in fun
Serve it up with a smile
You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while
I want your ears right now
Ante up, buck stops here
Put your hands up, like you plan to volunteer
Ollie ollie Oxy Free
Fresh outta detox
Can't afford the doctor's fee
So floor it towards the weed spot
A whole city waitin' for me to fall
Because I made a pretty penny outta nothin' at all
It's that "circle, circle, dot, dot"
Cootie shot shit, you know
Everybody lovin' it, but ain't nobody touchin' it, yeah
Decaydance takin' over this year
I feel like dancin' baby hold my fears (so sexy)

[Chorus:]
And it's OK to be a little risky (oh, ah the good times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (oh, ah the good times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (oh, ah the good times)
Oh look at how cute, we made a mess on the dance floor
So let me get a soul clap, that's what we got hands for

[Clapping]

That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you, Pete, look at 'em
I know you seen 'em as soon as we came in,
Pick your jaw up man, it's alright we havin' a good time,
Ha! Stupid...

Mission accomplished
Operation spike punch successful
Now back to tellin' girls I'm only nineteen, wowzers!
Bob's parents ain't back for another six hours
So it's just enough time to kill the keg that's in the shower
Curse you aquascum, follow the leader
Made today's big fish outta yesterday's bottom feeders
Until I'm belly up, it's all good times from here on out
From the beginning 'til we clear on out
It's like: this year, my year, you here, who cares?
Focus you can't handle it, we kill 'em like Crush Management, please!
I got no time to player hate
I'm the type to crash your party with "Teddy Ruxpin" and a Slayer tape

[Chorus]
[Clapping]

Seriously, for one, if I gave a fuck, my eyes would be locked onto yours,
And not to nothin' that's goin' on behind your back homey,
For two... Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, what were you sayin' again? Exactly
Ignorance is bliss homey, you my dear make it fact
I'm just curious as to why you take yourself so serious
You missed the joke a year back, man,
The punchline just hit you in the mouth...

And it's OK to be a little risky (oh, ah the good times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (oh, ah the good times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (oh, ah the good times)

And it's OK to be a little risky (oh, ah the good times)
Forget work it's all play at the end of the day (oh, ah the good times)
Just be sure to send the females my way (oh, ah the good times)