You're about to take a mindtrip
So get your ticket stamped
Pack your thoughts on up
And set yourself
To rant and rave I'll pave the way
And clear a path
For all the aftermath
That's gonna happen
When these verses hit
Your bony ass Bon Voyage I'll check you later
Now check your reason
Was it all for pleasing
Or was it all misleading
Or do you need a guide
Brother check your side I'm gonna take you on a joyride
Trip inside your mind
Trip inside your mind
Trip inside your mind
Trip inside your mind
Feels good and separate yourself
It feels real good I think I kicked in another 12 hours
I'll be back again the vitamin C Is making me C
The visual dreams
All the colors and the schemes
The visual dreams
The light from the moon
Screams shuttering
Laughing to breathe
Separate yourself I'm gonna take you on a mindtrip
I'm gonna take you on a mindtrip I'm gonna take you on a
I'm gonna take you on a I'm gonna take you on a
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
This neverending story is ending finally
The scheme of things
The ways of life
You step into the pit
Of the heart, the mind, body, and soul
These griffin roles
You'll soon be playing them alone Jester jokes told again
And then you say we're friends
Well I'm laughing and coughing
Set me off and check the character of this cartoon
Delusions you are seeing
Are coming real real real soon
Trip again
You're my only friend I wanna trip I wanna trip again
Trip again
You're my only friend I wanna trip I wanna trip again
I wanna trip again I wanna trip again I'm gonna trip again
Trip again trip again trip again I wanna trip again
Trip again trip again trip again trip again
Trip again trip again trip again trip again
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
I'm gonna take you on a mindtrip I'm gonna take you on a mindtrip
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Separate yourself
Look inside
You're gonna find me there
Looking for your simple pleasure
Nonpoint - Statement Album Lyrics
Nonpoint - Statement Lyrics
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Victim
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Look at my eyes (Suicide)
I need a disguise
To hide my lies
Oh god
What have I done
To myself
To her
Before your eyes
What could drive me so mad
To lose what we had
The mystery remains inside
Want to make it real
Like it was before
And I lost the bond
Cause I shut the door
In search of ways to be myself
But ended up like somebody else
Trusted me
Honored me
Fought for me
Cried for me
Lived for me
Died for me
Open my eyes I see the walls
White as snow
They don't seem strong
Betrayed myself
Opened my eyes
Can't see those walls I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back
I understand that
Did not deserve that
You can't go back
Do you see it?
Oh my god What have I done?
Please forgive me F*CK THAT! I feel
So hated
So aggravated
So frustrated I can't explain it
The way that I feel I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back I'm a victim
Slippin through the system
Victim
Slippin through the system
Open my eyes
Can't see those walls I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back
I understand that
Did not deserve that You can't go back
Do you see it?
Oh my god What have I done
Please forgive me F*CK THAT I feel
So hated
So aggravated
So frustrated I can't explain it
The way that I feel I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back I'm a victim
Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Thinking suicide
Look at my eyes (Suicide)
I need a disguise
To hide my lies
Oh god
What have I done
To myself
To her
Before your eyes
What could drive me so mad
To lose what we had
The mystery remains inside
Want to make it real
Like it was before
And I lost the bond
Cause I shut the door
In search of ways to be myself
But ended up like somebody else
Trusted me
Honored me
Fought for me
Cried for me
Lived for me
Died for me
Open my eyes I see the walls
White as snow
They don't seem strong
Betrayed myself
Opened my eyes
Can't see those walls I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back
I understand that
Did not deserve that
You can't go back
Do you see it?
Oh my god What have I done?
Please forgive me F*CK THAT! I feel
So hated
So aggravated
So frustrated I can't explain it
The way that I feel I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back I'm a victim
Slippin through the system
Victim
Slippin through the system
Open my eyes
Can't see those walls I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back
I understand that
Did not deserve that You can't go back
Do you see it?
Oh my god What have I done
Please forgive me F*CK THAT I feel
So hated
So aggravated
So frustrated I can't explain it
The way that I feel I feel so dumb
Like a f*ckin' bum
Preferred to run
Then face the fact I stabbed your back I'm a victim
Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Slippin through the system
Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim Victim
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Endure
Even with a diagram of my DNA
I leave scientists baffled 'till the end of the day
They try to pick apart my life-style and how I survive
Making money for the boss while I make nickel and dime being on time
Takin' a punch and doin' my best
Not ever hearing good job and staying upset
It doesn't take to much to find the sediments they left behind
Put down the book
Put up the walls
I'm never givin' up at all
What's yours is yours
What's mine is yours and I'll mature
Endure
Not even with ten men holding me back
Not even with a devious planned attack
Contemplating every move that I play willing the bad things all away
Keeping the worry-free happiness philosophy
That's what I let them see when they try to look at me
Put down the books
Put up the walls
I'm never givin' up at all
What's yours is yours
What's mine is yours and I'll mature.
Endure
Don't want out
These issues arise everyday
Though you try to turn your head and walk away
Though it leaves you feeling insecure
You're gonna feel your life mature
Endure
I leave scientists baffled 'till the end of the day
They try to pick apart my life-style and how I survive
Making money for the boss while I make nickel and dime being on time
Takin' a punch and doin' my best
Not ever hearing good job and staying upset
It doesn't take to much to find the sediments they left behind
Put down the book
Put up the walls
I'm never givin' up at all
What's yours is yours
What's mine is yours and I'll mature
Endure
Not even with ten men holding me back
Not even with a devious planned attack
Contemplating every move that I play willing the bad things all away
Keeping the worry-free happiness philosophy
That's what I let them see when they try to look at me
Put down the books
Put up the walls
I'm never givin' up at all
What's yours is yours
What's mine is yours and I'll mature.
Endure
Don't want out
These issues arise everyday
Though you try to turn your head and walk away
Though it leaves you feeling insecure
You're gonna feel your life mature
Endure
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Back Up
Wise up because I'm fed you better back up.
You got a bad attitude comin' up from inside you better watch your mouth
you got plenty to hide you come across so heavy you're a buck-o-five
better rest your fist and try to use your mind
I'm not punkin' out
I'm just movin' up say your comments loud
but try to back 'em up keep your ass far away and stay with yourself alone
in a cage aggravate someone else.
Wise up because I'm fed you better back up.
You in your baggy jeans with your baggy lip you 'bout to lose
all your shit with the butt of my fist you better use your mind fast
and bring your pressure down quick
'cause you feather weight f*ckin' in this heavyweight clique'
you know karate got a shiny gun in your hand got a razor blade hat
with a knife in the brim I ask you all the questions
don't look at him your own stupid answers got you what you are in...
You got a bad attitude comin' up from inside you better watch your mouth
you got plenty to hide you come across so heavy you're a buck-o-five
better rest your fist and try to use your mind
I'm not punkin' out
I'm just movin' up say your comments loud
but try to back 'em up keep your ass far away and stay with yourself alone
in a cage aggravate someone else.
Wise up because I'm fed you better back up.
You in your baggy jeans with your baggy lip you 'bout to lose
all your shit with the butt of my fist you better use your mind fast
and bring your pressure down quick
'cause you feather weight f*ckin' in this heavyweight clique'
you know karate got a shiny gun in your hand got a razor blade hat
with a knife in the brim I ask you all the questions
don't look at him your own stupid answers got you what you are in...
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
What A Day
Sittin' on your ass all day thinkin' about your hangover
and the party you left your f*ckin' keys at
and had to beg for a ride from a stranger that I never met before he acted
so friendly that I had to take the ride
but for some reason he resembled that guy wanted for a robbery
and beatin' on his kid "you remind me of my stepson" he chuckles with a grin.
What was that move that they taught in self-defense
where you block the killer's knife move with some confidence the signal
when you're trapped inside a moving car I wonder if he'll drive real far.
What a day, you should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day,
you should think next time before you start to play,
I wonder what will happen today.
Rub your eyes from no sleep this week tap your heels home then fall asleep.
Sittin' around looking for a fight kinda' pissed off how I'm turnin'
My life up-side down from insecure insecurities makin' up
My mind through old hypocrisy up and out of harms way down
cause I want to be there here because you want
Me not because you're caught in My stare.
What was that move that they taught in self-defense
where you block the killer's knife move with some confidence the signal
when you're trapped inside a moving car I wonder if he'll drive real far.
What a day, you should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day,
you should think next time before you start to play,
I wonder what will happen today.
Rub your eyes from no sleep this week tap your heels home then fall asleep,
asleep in bed you'll do something tomorrow instead.
and the party you left your f*ckin' keys at
and had to beg for a ride from a stranger that I never met before he acted
so friendly that I had to take the ride
but for some reason he resembled that guy wanted for a robbery
and beatin' on his kid "you remind me of my stepson" he chuckles with a grin.
What was that move that they taught in self-defense
where you block the killer's knife move with some confidence the signal
when you're trapped inside a moving car I wonder if he'll drive real far.
What a day, you should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day,
you should think next time before you start to play,
I wonder what will happen today.
Rub your eyes from no sleep this week tap your heels home then fall asleep.
Sittin' around looking for a fight kinda' pissed off how I'm turnin'
My life up-side down from insecure insecurities makin' up
My mind through old hypocrisy up and out of harms way down
cause I want to be there here because you want
Me not because you're caught in My stare.
What was that move that they taught in self-defense
where you block the killer's knife move with some confidence the signal
when you're trapped inside a moving car I wonder if he'll drive real far.
What a day, you should've stayed home shootin' the breeze all day,
you should think next time before you start to play,
I wonder what will happen today.
Rub your eyes from no sleep this week tap your heels home then fall asleep,
asleep in bed you'll do something tomorrow instead.
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Misled
Twisted, intricate, obscure and tangled double-edged through
My head leaving
Me mangled incomprehensible questions and words created
from all of the stories you heard these complications are going too far
and show Me exactly who you are.
It should never be this hard.
Mislead into thinking that everything's okay misread
My answers cause all of the hear-say you'll understand
someday soon changed
My direction redefined
My intentions how can you mention the good that we had
when everything else makes
Me mad.
It should never be this hard.
Breakaway runaway hideaway just to get away.
It should never be this hard, don't try and make
Me stay just turn your head and walk away.
My head leaving
Me mangled incomprehensible questions and words created
from all of the stories you heard these complications are going too far
and show Me exactly who you are.
It should never be this hard.
Mislead into thinking that everything's okay misread
My answers cause all of the hear-say you'll understand
someday soon changed
My direction redefined
My intentions how can you mention the good that we had
when everything else makes
Me mad.
It should never be this hard.
Breakaway runaway hideaway just to get away.
It should never be this hard, don't try and make
Me stay just turn your head and walk away.
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Doublestakked
The things we need and the things we strivefor that feeling again comes
so deep and warm.
I taste your breath just as sweet as sugar a simple reminder of how we
burn!
I got that funky feeling.
I feel it all around.
I got that funky feeling.
Do you hear that techno sound?
.
It's coming quick you'd best not turn your back.
Cause the facts represent we got the skills that they lack
The MDMA up in my veins making me insane warm squiggles up and
down my brain.
I got that funky feeling.
I feel it all around.
I got that funky feeling.
Do you hear that techno sound?
You got a simple reputation.
You take a look and you will see the time is now the now is here you
feel that ecstacy and this is how we how we burn the tables turn
and your lessons are learned
You'll find yourself another way to spend your double stacked day and
this is how we burn.
This is how burn.
To whom it may concern.
I though about life and learned about the burn.
I never knew what it was or if I could continue because it changed what
is all you asked and formed a picture that past.
In my mind and out of my head.
I wake up sweating in me.
Now I arise and I see the sunshine and I still I'm all right.
I'm breathing just fine.
I look the same to you but I see through a haze on these
doublestacked days.
How we burn.
How we burn.
How we...
This is how we...
so deep and warm.
I taste your breath just as sweet as sugar a simple reminder of how we
burn!
I got that funky feeling.
I feel it all around.
I got that funky feeling.
Do you hear that techno sound?
.
It's coming quick you'd best not turn your back.
Cause the facts represent we got the skills that they lack
The MDMA up in my veins making me insane warm squiggles up and
down my brain.
I got that funky feeling.
I feel it all around.
I got that funky feeling.
Do you hear that techno sound?
You got a simple reputation.
You take a look and you will see the time is now the now is here you
feel that ecstacy and this is how we how we burn the tables turn
and your lessons are learned
You'll find yourself another way to spend your double stacked day and
this is how we burn.
This is how burn.
To whom it may concern.
I though about life and learned about the burn.
I never knew what it was or if I could continue because it changed what
is all you asked and formed a picture that past.
In my mind and out of my head.
I wake up sweating in me.
Now I arise and I see the sunshine and I still I'm all right.
I'm breathing just fine.
I look the same to you but I see through a haze on these
doublestacked days.
How we burn.
How we burn.
How we...
This is how we...
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Orgullo
PUNETAAA!!!!!
Criado en la isla del coqui Puerto Rico es lo unico pa' mi
honrado y alegre me siento de Yo ser Puertorriqueno.
Nunca vendere ,no te vendere...
Derramare sangre por mi bandera y no lo veo de otra manera
tu odio me tiene agitado porque en mi patria me he dedicado.
Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!)
sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar.
*Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.
Hecha pa alla!
No hay razon, razon por tu ignorancia acaba ya deja tu infancia
o es que eso se haria por nada por ver mi patria libre.
Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!)
sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar.
Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.
Nunca vendere (a mi patria) [x4]
Nunca Yo nunca vendere [x4]
Puerto Rico! Yo nunca vendere
Argentina! Yo nunca vendere
Brazil! Yo nunca vendere
Puerto Rico! Yo nunca vendere
Derramare sangre por mi bandera y no lo veo de otra manera
tu odio me tiene agitado porque en mi patria me he dedicado.
Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!)
sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar.
Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.
Criado en la isla del coqui Puerto Rico es lo unico pa' mi
honrado y alegre me siento de Yo ser Puertorriqueno.
Nunca vendere ,no te vendere...
Derramare sangre por mi bandera y no lo veo de otra manera
tu odio me tiene agitado porque en mi patria me he dedicado.
Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!)
sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar.
*Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.
Hecha pa alla!
No hay razon, razon por tu ignorancia acaba ya deja tu infancia
o es que eso se haria por nada por ver mi patria libre.
Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!)
sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar.
Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.
Nunca vendere (a mi patria) [x4]
Nunca Yo nunca vendere [x4]
Puerto Rico! Yo nunca vendere
Argentina! Yo nunca vendere
Brazil! Yo nunca vendere
Puerto Rico! Yo nunca vendere
Derramare sangre por mi bandera y no lo veo de otra manera
tu odio me tiene agitado porque en mi patria me he dedicado.
Sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando, no te rindas (sin empezar!)
sigo buscando y chupando, practicando (no te rindas)
sigo buscando y chupando deja ya de ignorar.
Orgullo! con orgullo Yo naci con orgullo voy a morir.
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Years
Funny feeling my guts intuition doesn't know
No bravery could convince you
To more or less say no
Your explanation hasn't gone over yet
But I'll give you one more chance
To open up and just let go
There's no easier way out of this place
I'm claiming this lie to you
Face to face to face to
That's no way for you to treat me my dear
Someone you chose to lie to all these years
There is no other title that I can find for us
Even though you can believe that this could
Work and bleed and breathe and be for us
Your interpretation of my expectations
Caught up in your picture frame
Have defined my eyes and made me turn up down and inside
There's no easier way out of this place
I'm claiming this lie to you face to face to face to
That's no way for you to treat me my dear
Someone you chose to lie to all these years
It's gonna take a lot to get you to completely
Forgive me for letting you down
I'm not exactly what I really was back then
Played along for so long
Then you saw what I really was I was wrong for so long
What do I do with my other type of slum life
So on to you delight
For the rest of the night I'm yours
Whatever you want
From every pore I give you my life
No bravery could convince you
To more or less say no
Your explanation hasn't gone over yet
But I'll give you one more chance
To open up and just let go
There's no easier way out of this place
I'm claiming this lie to you
Face to face to face to
That's no way for you to treat me my dear
Someone you chose to lie to all these years
There is no other title that I can find for us
Even though you can believe that this could
Work and bleed and breathe and be for us
Your interpretation of my expectations
Caught up in your picture frame
Have defined my eyes and made me turn up down and inside
There's no easier way out of this place
I'm claiming this lie to you face to face to face to
That's no way for you to treat me my dear
Someone you chose to lie to all these years
It's gonna take a lot to get you to completely
Forgive me for letting you down
I'm not exactly what I really was back then
Played along for so long
Then you saw what I really was I was wrong for so long
What do I do with my other type of slum life
So on to you delight
For the rest of the night I'm yours
Whatever you want
From every pore I give you my life
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
H.I.V.E.
...Go... It's time
To do a quick rewind
And find another line
And bring it back to get
The juices flowing You
Found infection
With injection
Tell me lies
Time is moving faster
You were the last one
To reach inside
And grab my soul and kill it
Now you realize
What you've done
Now you realize
What you've done
Your time has come
Go...
Pick it up pick it up pick it up
Heart beats
Pains inside
You wonder why
You can't breathe
You're about to see
Your maker's eyes
That breath you took
Was terminal.
Now you realize
What you've done
Now you realize
What you've done
Your time has come
Go... Pick it up pick it up pick it up...
Here we go
Oh girl
Take my hand I understand, I understand
You got it right there
Oooh girl it's the right time I feel you're taste you're feelin so fine
So fine Soft white skin
The air the color of sunsets
Kiss your neck
The tone is all set
You tell another lie
You're flyer than the girl I had before
Then I kiss your bottom lip and
Have you screamin for more
Close the door
And hope that nobody's home
And when you wake up I'll be long gone
To do a quick rewind
And find another line
And bring it back to get
The juices flowing You
Found infection
With injection
Tell me lies
Time is moving faster
You were the last one
To reach inside
And grab my soul and kill it
Now you realize
What you've done
Now you realize
What you've done
Your time has come
Go...
Pick it up pick it up pick it up
Heart beats
Pains inside
You wonder why
You can't breathe
You're about to see
Your maker's eyes
That breath you took
Was terminal.
Now you realize
What you've done
Now you realize
What you've done
Your time has come
Go... Pick it up pick it up pick it up...
Here we go
Oh girl
Take my hand I understand, I understand
You got it right there
Oooh girl it's the right time I feel you're taste you're feelin so fine
So fine Soft white skin
The air the color of sunsets
Kiss your neck
The tone is all set
You tell another lie
You're flyer than the girl I had before
Then I kiss your bottom lip and
Have you screamin for more
Close the door
And hope that nobody's home
And when you wake up I'll be long gone
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Levels
Scenes are changing and you collect the sand on our souls.
You can make it okay if you pave your own way.
Bear down and reach the higher ground.
Your momentum has swayed from all the shit in the world today.
Lose track fight to get it back.
Climb aboard, strap yourself in,
and wait for the ride of life to begin even though you were the first
to go you're the last to stay.
Long roads lead the shortest ways.
The people the same the trip is what you're waiting for.
Scenes change and they'll grow more...
You can make it okay if you pave your own way.
Bear down and reach the higher ground.
Your momentum has swayed from all the shit in the world today.
Lose track fight to get it back.
Climb aboard, strap yourself in,
and wait for the ride of life to begin even though you were the first
to go you're the last to stay.
Long roads lead the shortest ways.
The people the same the trip is what you're waiting for.
Scenes change and they'll grow more...
Writer: ANDREW JASON GOLDMAN, ELIAS P. SORIANO, KENNETH CHARMAN, ROBERT RIVERA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Come on! Come on! Uh!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those f*ckin tracks
Here we go, come on!
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash (What! What!)
Robbin old folks and makin' a (Come on! Come on!) dash..."
Their jackets tied, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another (Stick it up!) and another (Stick it up!) Michael Jackson (Stick it up!) Stevie Wonder (Stick it up!)
Tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover
The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
He said "I Got you all in check"
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
When I step up in the place and yo I step correct
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
Well you know we come through to wreck the disco tech
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
Yo grimm
Whats up?
Which muthaf*cka stole (Ha! Ha!) my flow?
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Throw them types of niggas right out the win-dow
Blast your ass, hit you with a di-rect blow!
BLAH!! Comin through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han So-lo
Make you bounce around like this was calyp-so
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low?
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out, with my dreads in my Kang-lo
Forget that Moet nigga, just bash the Cisco!
Yo! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequency through that stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy, I gots (Say what?) ta go!
Yo, where you go? Where you at? Bring it back!
Big props to all my people on the hip-hop scene who going
Fast than me with abrushima my inspiration from youth
Killa bee got loose, don't be teared, don't be mad, no, give it the truth, say
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x4)
Break yourself nigga!
Hey you! Get off my cloud
Let me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover, puffin on a fat blunt from Cuba
It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin too fast so baby wait up
Took one, added seven more now you eight up
Get on down with your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on!
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my dick
But you don't know shit, uh-huh
What's your definition of a real MC?
From what you dedicated, ya it must be me
Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
I go on to the break of dawn and just don't stop
Give me the green light and the sign one way
At last, What you got to say? Come on
Move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on y'all, Meth-Tical
Oh I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
Just a...
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x11)
Break yourself (Get the f*ck up!) nigga!
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x4)
Man! (x3)
M-E-T-H-O-D
Bitch!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those f*ckin tracks
Here we go, come on!
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash (What! What!)
Robbin old folks and makin' a (Come on! Come on!) dash..."
Their jackets tied, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another (Stick it up!) and another (Stick it up!) Michael Jackson (Stick it up!) Stevie Wonder (Stick it up!)
Tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover
The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
He said "I Got you all in check"
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!
Come on!
When I step up in the place and yo I step correct
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
Well you know we come through to wreck the disco tech
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect
WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check
Yo grimm
Whats up?
Which muthaf*cka stole (Ha! Ha!) my flow?
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Throw them types of niggas right out the win-dow
Blast your ass, hit you with a di-rect blow!
BLAH!! Comin through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han So-lo
Make you bounce around like this was calyp-so
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low?
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out, with my dreads in my Kang-lo
Forget that Moet nigga, just bash the Cisco!
Yo! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequency through that stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy, I gots (Say what?) ta go!
Yo, where you go? Where you at? Bring it back!
Big props to all my people on the hip-hop scene who going
Fast than me with abrushima my inspiration from youth
Killa bee got loose, don't be teared, don't be mad, no, give it the truth, say
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x4)
Break yourself nigga!
Hey you! Get off my cloud
Let me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover, puffin on a fat blunt from Cuba
It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin too fast so baby wait up
Took one, added seven more now you eight up
Get on down with your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on!
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my dick
But you don't know shit, uh-huh
What's your definition of a real MC?
From what you dedicated, ya it must be me
Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
I go on to the break of dawn and just don't stop
Give me the green light and the sign one way
At last, What you got to say? Come on
Move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on y'all, Meth-Tical
Oh I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
Just a...
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x11)
Break yourself (Get the f*ck up!) nigga!
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x4)
Man! (x3)
M-E-T-H-O-D
Bitch!
Writer: ROBERT BOB MINTZER
Copyright: Lyrics © MINTZER MUSIC CO
Copyright: Lyrics © MINTZER MUSIC CO
Statement is the major label debut, and third studio album by American nu metal band Nonpoint, and their third studio release overall. It was their first album released through MCA Records (now Geffen Records).
The album debuted No. 166 on the Billboard 200 charts.[citation needed] The first single from the album, "What a Day", peaked at No. 24 on the Mainstream Rock charts.
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NonpointThe album debuted No. 166 on the Billboard 200 charts.[citation needed] The first single from the album, "What a Day", peaked at No. 24 on the Mainstream Rock charts.
Genre(s): Nu metal, rap metal
Producer(s): Jason Bieler
Length: 47:50
Released: October 10th, 2000
Year: 2000