About "Jinx" album:
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"Jinx" by Quarashi, which was released in 2002 and consists of 10 songs.
I give a shit about the kick that's been coming from the underground spot
Beating the pop up, the fuck up that lays all around.
Now give me sound from the other side
Every night it's gonna go on and flow on and on and on and on.
Mister son of a gun I got a run now.
My time is over run you over like a Range Rover.
Oh my god incredible superstar,
Throw some lyrics make them run like a supercar.
When you know where I'm at, your fatter than fat,
Cause help me god if I ain't the cool cat.
Im as big as they come when Im over the phone. Im as
Clean as they come when Im fixing my zone, on my own.
Clock my clone, lock my home, cool it. I don't pretend to be
Gentle because I fool it. I tackle the Jekyll on his mission to
Crack and I be squeezing his throat and Im beating him
Back. We gotta go for attack before he gets far, blow up
The death star and kill the copycat. Now to the next episode
When we are back on the road and we are racing time and
We are cracking the code. It aint the new players mode
That makes it worth while. The style we walk the extra mile.
Someday I will dive me in. Someday I will take a spin.
Someday I will make it right. Someday I will stop the fight.
It has been thought, it's been thought
I found a god that can teach. Take me along, once again on
That trip. Bring it on and when I'm gone, bite your lip. Is it to
Good to be secure? Maybe I should, I think I should find the
Cure. It's been thought before.
I found a god that can teach. Someday you will dive in.
Someday you will dive in. It's been thought before. It's been
I wanna grow up to be a funky Euripides, the fly on the street, the beat, bat
The breeze, what, the ease, what release, to be or to be not and see not and
Hear not ... come on. It's not that a big of a deal, just another mouth to feed
And another bread to steal I feel I'm loosing my grip about to slip about to
Fall of the wagon and have another sip. Periodic fake divines, these times as
We see Â‘em are packed with cons that can't wait to see him. the cave the
Cathedral, the peasant the pope, the hope of the people is a prayer for dope.
All night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right to the next damn
Now it's your type o mad Jinx the mad sucker with a tail.
I've got my life worked up it ain't as cheap as one thinks.
I've got links on it, the same internet porn,
Ain't as deep as I've been now I've got Justin in my corner.
I creep up but they don't want me back in you know my love is so big
I think my head is cracking, smacking my face and always giving me the
Dead in a days time, give back what's mine.
This ain't no rhyme about a junky on run another punk with a gun.
Now when you get it, meet the mad fun.
Stick 'em Up
Until there was you we didn't know what to do
But I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker mc don't you love me,
Wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social,
Scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture.
Do me in, don't make me sin,
I'm doing so good I can't go through it again.
I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini
Comin' through with no remorse, from the dark you won't see me.
Eg mun vaka yfir ter
Lifa ut I horn
Hvort tel eg nidur til min telji slippur og snaudur stend eg tar
Hvenaer sem er, hvert sem fer, hverning sem er
Hvort sem stendur eda felur mun eg gera tad sem tarf
Komast I hvarf, vopna tig, beygja mig, vikja tig, leyna mig
Finna minn stad, leida tennan tarf
Hvad eigum vid ad gera, efla tru and annan sid
Hvert einasta, seinasta rennur I lengra bil, svolitid mig
Sama er mer, hvort sem er
(Well, well, well)
Well Im constantly divin down, driving out, jivin about, Is
Cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos. I don't get it
Seconds are wasted. As for the name of the game that I
Tasted, This is the last one, this is the end. A messenger
Dead and no message to send. Great wall white whale I
Strike the sun now it's done, done, done, the word is now
Undone. Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy
From his youth to disaster.Bad, bad, bad brain day and Im
Blessed with the word. It comes to my head in the shape of
Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause Im the
Prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me
Sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, Im holding our
People above. No time to wait there's the gate proceed.
Ive got what you want and Ive got what you need. Im your
Musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand
Around your neck and your money unspent.
They call me mister boombastic fantastic. don't do nothing
Drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. Im
Not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to
Welcome to the Quarashi game here I am the noname yeah the same boy
Who doesn't need a frame. I'm surrounded by foes and anything goes so I gotta be
Like Tony Montana on his toes. Up up and down your spinning round and round.
You don't know why your spinning maybe it's the syntha sound, but this is me
You hear the rocking sonic youth there's an eye for an eye and a tooth for a
Tooth. Another dimension on a frequency in ecstacy. Biting bastards but in a way
Licking sinners ashtray. Trying to get through the Zoo and get no penalty. I
Know how to beat because that's for the winners. I'm on the clouds ready to
Jump off. in the free fall I see you all looking so small. Stepping on
Stepping off. I want to feel my skin, blowing through the wind. You gotta take