California

you sang a song as you packed up your bags. a summer solstice lullaby. i succumb to cliche sentiments but forget the lines. i turn on the phonograph to drown you out with retrospective whines.

Castration

I'll crunch Your Ballsac, Whip it into A Mulch. Genital Juices gurgle And Squelch. Squeeze Your Testicals, Put them in A Vice. Butcher Knives And Razor Stab, Poke And Slice....

Cold Hate

Cathode ray messiah,. window to the soul,. Eradicate all rational thought,. let's kill and hit the road.. Severed head empty heart,. feet swing with the wind..

Cop And Go

Yes. No. . Beautiful eyes long gone. Beautiful eyes return. Beautiful lies set in stone. Come alive, disarm. Take my life, alter form. . You look at me on the level, uh-huh.

Creek Lullaby

Regarding Creek Lullaby. this song was recorded in 1943 By Professor Willard Rhodes. Willard Rhodes was a Professor of music at Columbia University and employed by The Bureau of Indian Affairs to compile a recorded catalouge of Native American Songs. Professor Rhodes recorded a young girl named Margaret singing Creek Lullaby. Margaret attened the Haskell Institue in Lawrence, kansas. According to the Professors notes Margaret's voice "shimmered in the room" The translation, roughly, is.

Cause Of My Anger

Rails until the city sun. And the longest hallway on Valencia. Are screaming your name. Through a mess of sweat-soaked covers. . And the bottles that you've been pissing in.

Cross Section

Cruella

How the story rolls. Magic's taught and history's told. A glory hole. Which through gazed her eyes of gold. Those veins run cold. Mystery's wife evades her soul.

Cost Of A Good Impression

I saw the fire that once stirred in your heart. Become extinguished by good intentions and impressions. You made your choice and now you wish you could go back.

Commencement

We gather today, with ill invitation. To commence here under the sun, a black congregation. Some know me the hellion, the stranger among us. Some know me the magged, in moments the malign Alumnus.

Chum Fiesta

Crashing, flowing, swirling. Right from the start. Gnashing, ripping, bleeding. Quickly tears my flesh apart. Through my cloudy vision. . Billows of crimson, signal the feast.

Carrying Over

I think about a lonely real world. But what my thoughts (have found/about), no I just can't tell. And now there's nothing I wouldn't do to have you now.

Comes To Tongue

You said I'm sugar. You'll taste it. But it's another. . When you're next to me. I see through you feed. I'm your selfish thing. Keep on pulling strings.

Cry For Tomorrow

Cry for Tomorrow. Cry for the sad. Cry for the grieving. For what you never had. Cry for the hate. Cry for the greed. Cry for tomorrow. Cry for the need.

Crows On The Wire

Black angels spread their wings. And they swallow the sky. Carry my ghost to a hiding place. From cellophane smiles. And halos of barbwire. . Fly me far from everything.

Comin' Down

Someone opened up the door. Let in something they have. Never known before. No one knew what waited. Outside the cage. The urge to fly is now. The need to get away.

Crashing Down

Don't fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain. We are alive again, we will survive again. Don't turn your back to every move you ever made. We are alive again, we will survive again.

Copy Of A Copy

She told me don't let them in. You're a copy of a copy. She told me don't come again. This is awful, this is all wrong. . Now I feel it coming back again.

Cannibal Vs. Cunning

Im the [Incomprehensible] that reminds you of your blessing. And I'm reaper that takes them away. To a place where they can lay there. And wilt and rot away.

Cop Shot

* remake of bdp's "black cop". . (sound of 41 gunshots). . Pump pump pump. All malcolm x massive. (revolution man hold tight soldier ). All rudeboy, hold tight.