Spitting Blood

Type by Phil Smith. Source http://www.ragingspeedhorn.co.uk. . Surrounded by the violence. Surrounded by the light. Surrounded by the violence. Surrounded by the light.

Scrapin' The Resin

Type by Phil Smith. Source http://www.ragingspeedhorn.co.uk. . You have found the wizard. But he tried to hide. It can hide from no one. Fucking up your mind.

Solipsist

He said "Give me a dingle sometime before school starts, we can talk, have. some tea, maybe get together, come visit me, stay for dinner.. or something".

Shit Eaters

The shit eaters are climbing down the eavestrough and invading our. formerly happy home. What have we got to do to repel them? How can we stop. these things?.

Shine

Raeliss Ft. Lui-G Shine. Raeliss Ft. Lui-G Shine.

Striving For Perfection

Yeah yeah I'm tired of doing this shit. Aight word aight I'm a set it. Tell me how you feel man. . Yo son check the fly shit son. Sup cousin how you doin'?.

Spot Rusherz

*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*. (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation).

Sneakers

I'm not payin 140 for them (size 8 and a half). I'm tellin you I'm only payin 90. (that's what you keep spendin your money on). Yeah. That's for real.

Shark Niggas (biters)

Niggaz is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?. Hell yeah man. Word... you know how niggaz be bitin and shit. Niggaz be bitin mad styles n shit from niggaz man.

Shuntou

Sweet And Wild

That first kiss shook me up. It rattled my cage with a tender touch. Sweet and wild. Girl, I could not get enough. . The grass was cool, we lost our minds.

Sure Feels Right

Well, I don't know where this is going baby. It's good, it's easy, it's hard and it's crazy. But it sure feels right. Yeah it sure feels right. Hey, it feels all right.

Step Mother Earth

All I want is a place to come home to,. nothing fancy, no paternal throne,. just a place I can always return to when my head's hangin' low.. All I need is a friend I can turn to, no one famous,.

Science Fiction

Little green men coming out of paint cans,. Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,. it's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,. play it over the pit and dig up more of that green shit,.

Sun Of Tomorrow

I stood there and waited. Just to pick up a few words. Of the next generation healer. He's said he is and I knew it's true. . And I listened. To what he said.

Stream Of Fire

Hundred refugees have died. I've heard it on the morning news and I take a bite of my bread,. Sipping my coffee, eating my eggs. Like nothings important out in the world.

Strangeland

Strangeland. - remembrance -. You can't remember what's happened yesterday. You only know the old man crossed your way. He's called: " You're lost forever ! Your fate is done ! ".

Stairs Of A Cathedral

Stairs of a cathedral. It's only one step to the breach. He hitched her hands. he hit her a blow. She's helpless and her hate grows. She hears the curfew - a sign of hope.

Silent Gutter

Faded flowers fed with dirt, mashed up soon, were not heard. Used as ground for wealth and done the slaugther, darkened sun.. Look them in their eyes and tell them why you kick them in the teeth.

Secret List

He's caught inside the bank. Thinks about his children and family.. He has worked very hard for it. Now he's got only this summary left.. The temperature rises, he lies flat on the ground.