Grandmaster flash and the furious five
Ang511
I NEED THE LYRICS TO THE SONG, "THE MESSAGE" BY GRANDMASTER fLASH AND THE
FURIOUS fIVE. IF ANYBODY HAS THEM E-MAIL ME @~~~~~~~~~> ANG...@AOL.COM
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!
rOTTEN
In article <199806010059...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
ang...@aol.com (Ang511) wrote:
#1 YOU DON"T HAVE TO YELL!
#2 Where's the "Please" and "Thank you"?
#3
The Message
Grand Master Flash & the Furious Five
**What is that, a gang?**
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Broken glass everywhere,
People pissin' on the station,
No they just don't care.
I can't take the smell,
Can't take the noise,
Got no money to move out,
I guess I got no choice.
Rats in the front room
Roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley
With the baseball bat
I try to get away
But I couldn't get far
Cuz the man with the towtruck
Repossessed my car
Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge. I'm tryin' not to lose my head.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Standin' on the front stoop
Hanging out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by
Roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady
Livin' in a bag
Eatin' out a garbage pail
Used to be a fag hag
??? tango?
???
the zircon princess
Seems to (have) lost her senses
Down at the peep show
Watchin all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the
Girls back home
She went to the city
And got social security
She had to get a pimp
She couldn't make it on her own
Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge. I'm tryin' not to lose my head.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
My brother's doin' bad
Stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much
It's just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime
Dallas at night,
Can't even see the game
Or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors
They ring my phone
And scare my wife
When I'm not at home
Got a bum education
Double digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job
There's a strike at the station
Neon, King Kong
Standing on my back
Can't stop and turn around
Broke my sacroiliac
I'm mid-range, migraned
Cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane
Don't push me, cuz I'm close to the edge. I'm tryin' not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
(interlude)
My son said, "Daddy,
I don't want to go to school!
Cuz the teacher's a jerk,
He must think I'm a fool."
And all the kids smoke reefer
I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job
Learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat
Shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt an tie
And run with the creeps
Cuz it's all about money
Ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con
In this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl
In front of the train
Took her to the doctor
Sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man
Right in his heart
Gave him a transplant
For a brand new start.
I can't walk through the park
Cuz it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun
Cuz they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw
Broke my last glass jaw
Hear them say "you want some more?"
Livin' on a see-saw
Don't push me cuz, I'm close to the edge. I'm tryin' not to lose my head.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
A child is born
With no state of mind
Blind to the ways
Of mankind
God is smilin' on you
But he's frownin' too
Because only God knows
What you go through.
You'll grow in the ghetto
Livin' second rate
And your eyes will sing
A song of deep hate.
The place that you play and
Where you stay
Looks like one great
Big alleyway
You'll admire
All the number book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers
And the big money makers
Drivin' big cars
Spendin' 20s and 10s
And you wanna grow up
To be just like them
Smugglers, scramblers
Burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers
Even panhandlers
You say, "I'm cool,
I'm no fool!"
But then you wind up droppin'
Outta high school
Now you're unemployed
All null n' void
Walking round like
You're pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid
But look what ya done did
Got sent up for an
Eight year bid
Now your manhood is took
And your a maytag
Spend the next two years
As an undercover fag.
Bein used and abused
To serve like hell
Till one day you were found
Hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see
That your life was lost
You was cold and your body
Swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing
The sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast
And died so young
So, don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge. I'm tryin' not to lose my head.
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
<dialog>
<"What is that, a gang?>
#4 Some of the lyrics I couldn't discern but you can check them against the
lyrics at www.lyrics.ch...I'm pretty sure you'll find that most of mine are
correct. The one thing I've found about transcribed rap lyrics, is that
they're usually written by some FOB who knows nothing about rap culture or
slang, but tries to pose to impress his FOB friends...unlike mine which are
transcribed by me, so you KNOW they're more accurate.
Now THAT'S quality for you.
--
-=rOTTEN=-
.since you put yourself on my dick,
.i'll put my nuts on your chin