Marmalade

Stretching, filing,
Against her skin,
Blessed are those,
Who are not kin,
In sin we breathe,
In sex we tie,
Duct tape her legs,
To the red sky,
Foolsome flesh allowances,
The pansies raided the pantry of,
Gabardine dreams, promiscuous,
Delight, deny not the flavor,
Custard dreams,
Abusing, musing,
Marmalade flesh
Naked spread am i,

Actors of the tragic fanthom,
Extend your legs for great saturn,
Brown table tops scream for cover,
At the sight of your new lover,
If today i die,
And can't deny,
The poison chosen,
For tonight.
Borrowed dreams,
Hollowed reveries,
Metal pillows,
Pewter yellows,
Furry roadkill,
House on the hill,
Pouring gravy,
On her thighs still,
If today i die,
And can't deny,
The poison chosen,
For tonight.

Patterns

Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your sight.

Life is your glory,
Go ahead and live the night.

But to live means to be here,
In the present, now,
Do you try to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to the morning sun.

Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.

Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your sight.

But to live means to be here,
In the present, now,
Do you try to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to the morning sun.

Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.

What is it that makes us lose sight,
True sight, of what is real and essential?
I'll take organised patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day.

Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.

Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.

The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have to count.

The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have to count.

Shame

I fuck yo' ass up! (fuck'em up son)

[chorus:]
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Yo, i fuck yo' ass up!

(hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!)

S.o.a.d., live and uncut!
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!
Blaow! How you like me now? Don't fuck the style
Ruthless wild!
Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the fuck out?
Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!

Lasers and blazers
Hit me with the major
The damage, my clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin, hummin comin atcha
First i'm gonna getcha, once i gotcha, i gat-cha
You could never capture the method man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master
My style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's get together

(shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-blaow!)

Brought like 20 white boys
In the back of a pick-up truck
With hockey pucks and skateboards
On their way to woodstock
Leave home the glock
I have a gun the size of a blackhole
Shoot planets
Don't get credit
Throw your hands up in the air
Don't panic
Supreme arm leg leg arm head
Wu-tang-clan playin' the tightest long dreads.

[chorus:]

(shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up!)

I come with that ol' loco
Style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals
I'm no joker! Play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "warriors! Come out and playiyay!"
Burn me, i get into shit, i let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, i keep shit stinks in my drawers
So i can get fzza-funky for yah
Murder, taste the flame of the wu-tang rahh!
Here comes the tiger verse crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! You playing me, chump, you get dumped
Wu! Is comin through! At a theatre near you!
And get funk like a shoe!

Snowblind

[Originally song by Black Sabbath]

What you get and what you see
Things that don't come easily
Feeling happy in my vein
Icicles within my brain

(cocain)

Something blowing in my head
Winter's ice, it soon will spread
Death would freeze my very soul
Makes me happy, makes me cold

(cocain)

My eyes are blind but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel there's no place freezing me

Let the winter sun shine on
Let me feel the frost of dawn
Fill my dreams with flakes of snow
Soon I'll feel the chilling glow

Don't you think I know what I'm doing
Don't tell me that it's doing me wrong
You're the one who's really a loser
This is where I feel I belong

Crystal world with winter flowers
Turns my day to frozen hours
Lying snowblind in the sun
Will my ice age ever come?

Starlit Eyes

Pushin' the law again
Pushin' the law again

Justice with a sword
Our smiling knight on board
Opening his heart to everyone
And loving without a doubt
Embracing friends and
Embarrassing foes,
And those who were unjust
A man true to his heart
Without fear or misgivings
With "insecurity" tattooed
Across his body
The first to accept, the last to disappoint
He understood all and expected nothing

Now you are free
Free to roam in the skies
Now and then visit me
With your starlit eyes
You took all our hearts
With your smile,
And left a legacy untold
You conquered life and fear,
So you see there was no room for you to grow old

Storaged

The spine, a line,
The fetus is mine,
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Don't forget
Revolt, revolt, revolution,
Counter revolution counter counter revolution
The mind, mind the mind that feeds the blind,
And helps you find,
And makes you bind,
The game, is on, the game is on,
The game is on, the game is on,
The game is on,
The spine, a line the fetus is mine [x 4]
A life, denied,
Comatosis, comatosis, comatosis,
Comment on my word,
Define, my words define,
My words define, my words define,
My words define the line, the line,
Revolution, counter revolution,
Counter counter revolution, solution,
Dissillusioned by pollution,
Resolution starting with the spine, a line
The fetus is mine, the spine, a line
The fetus is mine[x 6]

Temper

We want peace without
Patriot missiles,
Blown to bits are civilian targets,
Parade! Laugh! Rejoice! Sing!
We are the victors of...nothing,
Spend more money on a war,
Your people starving, turned to whores,
Slaves of the chosen one paying millions for each bomb,

Country without a race ,
Formed from people you disgrace ,
White right conservative might ,
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright ,
The American way!

Freedom cried the marching man,
Flags ripped out of their black hands ,
Beaten! Slain! Tortured! Killed!
Their only mistake was being born here ,
Invade countries just for oil ,
Send your troops all down to boil ,
Iraq! Grenada! Nam and Chile!
Truman doctrine our own way ,

Country without a race ,
Formed from people you disgrace ,
White right conservative might ,
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright ,
The American way!

The Government here can suck my balls ,
Policing the world in overalls ,
Armed rebellion minority ,
Disrespected race, colored mind ,
Crazed loonies all walk the streets ,
Missing children on milk cartons ,
Mother selling child for crack ,
Mr. President check your back ,

Country without a race ,
Formed from people you disgrace,
White right conservative might ,
Killers of Kennedy's with no fright ,
The American way!
The American way!
The American way!

P.S. ja mislim da su sve njihove pesme tu, sad cekamo novi album, mada sam cuo da ce Malikian da pravi novu grupu sa dvoicom iz RHCP a grupa se zove Scars on Brodway