House Of Pain

All My Love

(Gets all my love) (4x) Pick up the pace, keep it, freak it
Can ya keep a secret, so can I
Why ask why, try Bud dry, I get fly smokin' a thai
Puffin' a blunt, tokin' a spliff
Stoppin' any crew that tries to rip
The House Of Pain, Cypress Hill
Funkdoobiest, my girl's on the pill
So I can drill, and not have to kill
An unborn child cause that's just wild
I felt the pain, I built the house
All respect due to Mickey Mouse
Club, I'm rhymin' on the dub
Switch off the track so I can shout out my love
Yea, you know my mother, she gets all my love
My sister Casandra, my neice Jessica Rose, they get all my love
Danny Boy gets all my love
My DJ Lethal, he gets all my love
Cypress Hill, they get all my love
Son Doobie the Vocal Avenger, he gets all my love
Ralph Emms the Mexican gets all my love
The Divine Styler, he gets all my love
Bronx Style Bob and Claudia, they get all love
My man Wise Guy gets all my love
Yes, you know my man Matt Champy gets all my love, rest in peace my brother
I know you in a better place now than when you were here
Kahaku gets all my love
My man Cameron, First Born, Scribbles, and ATA, they get all my love
Cause those are my boys, ya know, ha ha
My man Al B. gets all my love
Good lookin' out, my brother
Yea, my man Balthazar get even the thirteenth floor get all my love
My man Captain Rudethrow gets all my love
Yes, Kid Jazz and Kid Scratch, they get all my love
Up in the boogie down Bronx
I don't forget
Yes, and for inspiration, I'd like to thank Allah

He gets all my love (7x)

Back From The Dead

Straight out the casket, rising up
Open up your eyes, can't you see me
What the fuck is this madness
Pick up my bones
Erase my name from off the tombstones
Alive and kicking
Breathin' the air
Call out my name punk
And I'll be there
No question
My suggestion to the action
Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin'
Messin with me
You're messin' with the best
Bleow, you're takin' to shots to the chest

'Cause I'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead]
You know I'm back from the dead
And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head
Back from the dead
Back from the dead

You can't disrespect it
I'm the resurrected
Back from the dead
Just to mess with your head
I'll stress what I said
But I won't repeat it
If you've got a cold, starve it
If you've got a fever, feed it
And if you can't feed it
Then why not blow
You might be positive
And not even know
I rock the hardcore
From the floor to the ceilin'
I give sexual healin'
I'll get your girlie squealin'
Like a pig
My grave's somethin' you can never dig
I'll rock a mausoleum
Backyard a colosseum

'Cause I'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead]
You know I'm back from the dead
House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said

Skip the autopsy
'Cause I never O.D.'d
I only puff boom kid
I never get skeed
I don't sniff or shoot up
Rip I'll stick my boot up
Your ass quick fast
Everlast don't jive
Just like Pearl Jam
I'm still Alive[sample of "Rumors" by Timex Social Club]
Spreadin' like tumors
Gossip and lies
Exaggerated reports of my demise
And if you believed 'em
Well then you got gassed
The media deceived em'
Just like in the past

'Cause I'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead]
You know I'm back from the dead
And I'll put a friggin' hole in your head
Back from the dead
Back from the dead

Like Steven Segal
I'm hard to kill
And like G.G. Allen
I'm crazy ill
I'll beat ya down with my mic
Kick your ass with my Nike
Bust ya in the eye
If ya tell another lie
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Thinkin' I'm dead
You must be smokin' dust
Come see me bust in the flesh
It's a must

'Cause I'm back from the dead
Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead]
You know I'm back from the dead
House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said
Back from the dead(fade)

Black Jesus

They call me
White devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Ego's trippin'
Scripts keep flippin'
Bloods keep bloodin'
Crips keep crippin'
Time keeps slippin'
And I keep fallin'
And I can't see but I hear them callin'
Ballers ballin'
Players playin'
Haters fightin'
Righteous praying
Dawn breaking
Manhattan keeps making
Brooklyn keeps takin'
Shook ones keeps shakin'
No time for fakin'
Y' know w' I mean
I ain't choppin' no pies
Just risin' like cream
If you're digging the scene
If you feelin' the vibes
Throw your hands in the air
Scream out you're alive
Singin' na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na
(Repeat)

They call me
Black Jesus, white Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
B-Boy poses, punk rock chicks
The kids are all right but I need my fix
If you're diggin' the mix
If you're feelin' the drugs
If you're keepin' it real
If you're livin' like thugs
I spit kisses and hugs like .45 slugs
Come back on the one and kiss my love gun
Got a look that will kill
A voice that will carry
Half a dozen women that I think I wanna marry
Trouble on my mind, I'm refusin' to lose
Still I've gotta find me someone to abuse
So won't you run spread the news
Help say the word
And jump the fuck back and jus' act like you heard

They call me
White devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black Jesus, white Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Sing na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na
(Repeat)

Singin' (Wah, wah wah wah wah,
Shoo be doo wah, wah wah wah wah)

They call me
White sinner
Black martyr
Live wire
Fire starter
Jungle brother
Redneck cracker
Freak of nature
New world slacker
Sex junkie lookin' for a dealer
You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer
Shit is only getting realer baby haven't you heard that the
Bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word

They go one for the trouble
Two for the time
Three for my homies
And four for the dimes
Singin' lemons to the lime
Till the break of dawn
Excuse me ("Six minutes")
Everlast you're on
And they go on and on
Like a rolling stone
Baby anywhere I lay my hat is my home

They call me
White devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, hell freezes
Black Jesus, white Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Sing na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na
(Repeat)

Choose your Poison

(Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers)

Chorus

I say hey now c'mon ya'll
If there's money in your pocket
And your walkin tall
make your way to the bar
And get your poison chose
And drink it old school style
In your B-Boy pose

I get off Madd flows
Like a pack of eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard
Cause I'm the wizard of (oz)
Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
And you stepin to me is just an emty threat
Something I cant sweat
Kid, you never see my worry
I've never been caught
But my hands may be dirty
5 years from 30
Come check my age
If ya cant pop
Simply turn the page
And I'll engage
Wit that kid thats been swiftless
Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin
Peanut butter
Ya know know my style's butter
Cause every word I utter
Rock's the sky's from the gutter
I make ya shudder
When I rock your soul
I do dames the way I like
I get mike's controlled
Well if ya get bold
Well then ya get bit
Cause your knowlege is a trick
Kid, It's makin me sick

Chorus (x 3)

I'm Danny Boy
With the Hard Core style
I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(Root Canal!)
You get me started and I'm hard to stop
I got 45 caliburs ready to pop
And when I pop off
You drop off
You get blown out the frame
Cause the more shit change
The more things stay the same
And I got no respect for your area
>From Brooklyn to Dublin
I keep your ass fumblin'
Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta
Brooklyn heart breaker
House of Pain pimp money maker

Chorus (x 2)

I got rhymes finese
I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace
I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads
I got rhymes for skins
I got rhymes
Kid your crew aint got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
I'll kill you all
Just like I was the small pox
I'll kill ya livestock
just like I was anthrax
Come see me live
Then crazy like the Band Sax

Chorus (x 2)

Come and Get Some O' This

Step to this Irish mac daddy
I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fatty
With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride
Little did you know you on the wrong side, son
I got the gun and I'm not scared to use it
Put your life on the line, homeboy you lose it
That how it goes, homes
I blow domes when I rock mircophones
I can get swift to the riff from an old jam
I'm wise like an old man and don't take shit from no clan
Or crew, or gang, or crew, or club
Wack MC's tryin' to rhyme it with my dub
Fuck the bullshit, the piece gets pulled quick
Fourteen pulls on my trigger, that's the whole clip
And if there's anyone still standin' thinkin' they be runnin'shit
They can come and get some of this


Chorus
Come and get some of this (4x)


Come and get some of this over here
If not, stand clear and you got nothin' to fear
I'm livin' in a state of grace and it's a fucked up place
I'll put my gun in your face
If you step up, you'll get broke up
It's no joke, blood
I write rhymes, drink beer, fight, smoke, fuck
That's all I do, it's all I need
I buck down a little sucker just to watch him bleed
That's my style, it's how I do my thing
This is the House Of Pain and I'm the king
I come real with it, can ya deal with it
Or will ya run for shelter, though you barely felt the
House Of Pain in full effect, and if you come with disrespect
You can:
Chorus

Danny Boy, Danny Boy

Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale
Please do explain why your skin's so pale
And you're so funky, now how can that be
Like a bird in a tree on the TLP
It's the Irish intellect, no one disrespected
My shit'll get hectic real quick
This is the House Of Pain (pain)
And pain is one thing we're not
Cause we know we've got
Style and fashion, smoke some hash and
I'm smackin' up girls like cars were crashin'
Danny Boy, Danny Boy, the pipes are callin'
Thought you was a winner, ya was, now you're all in
That's right, damn skimpy, ya can't get with me
I run the whole track and leave ya three laps back
Chop seuy don't do me no good
I gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage
I never eat pig, but I'll fuck up a potato
I'm not a dago, but pasta's all that
My pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back
You wanna move on me, you better bring an army
I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom Baily
I'm rockin' the clock like if I was Bill Hailey
I'm cockin' my glock, and I got my shileighly
So watch your lady, because I'm

(Danny Boy!) Danny Boy
(Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy
(Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy
(Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy
(Danny Boy!) 'S Danny Boy
(Danny Boy!) You know it's Danny Boy

(Da ney Boy, Da Da ney Boy)
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside

Earthquake

(Yes yes ya'll)
(Cause I'm so fly)
(Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye)
I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws
All you wannabe hard rocks just pause
It's the MC host
Space ghost from the coast
With piggish white skin
Kid, where you been
I got a blue eye
But my tight lenght devil
I freak harmonies
Like my brother is Nevel
And I can rock
Through your style
Eatin cold hardy stew
So whachya wanna do
I'm comin real soon
To a theatre near you
So why dont you cratique me
While I'm love on stage
Cause I'm gonna break my
Rusty cage, my rusty cage
Watch the way I freak it
When I bust my gage
Cause all that loud gun talk
Dont mean squat
If my tool gets hot
I'm a burst your knot
And give it all I got
Up in your wisdom slot
And cold and rains
couldnt stop her
From callin me poppa
Big daady draw dropper
Mr.Heart breaker
She leaves Mary Poppins
And comes home Seka

Chorus

Yes yes ya'll
Cause I'm so fly (so fly)
Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye
Yes yes ya'll
Cause we dont fake (dont fake)
And he's down to come to feel your earthquake

Socalize a little somethin'
And you sweatin my style
Challenge my world
You wanna shell my mix
You wanna sit with my flesh
And reconize the tesh
Ya never seen this niggers best
A marage, a nest
I hit your head with styles that are liquid
You drip this
Sweat this
Perspired is desired, this wetness
You get from Divine style
Spark this girl, chill
I see you got the love, the lust
So why dont you live my cosmos exodus
To my precous
I'm a undress my message
Into my wisdom body
To my wisdom method
You need a star for your cresent
I got a diablo brass
For your atmosphere
My (a) dope mathamatics
Are soak like Insin-sincere
Uh, baby
For my apparatus
I do justice to your physical
Annoint your aider
never spendin your nobler
A hard slyle at stages
While the guard be sparkin that indo seed
The Earth pieces be increasin
That need to be pleased
I represent the illest villans
And the worst of bad breeze
Ah baby,
If you wanna next my vision
You better come with subject of vision
I keep it real live
Keep it real straight
To the Earthly
Feel this style Earthquake

Chorus (x 2)

My love's stronger than pride
My loves thicker than blood
My killer swarm's in effect
Nobodys livin off hud
If you miss with his gun
I'll run a patriot gig
I'll have you flippin your wing
I'll put the clip in my sink
And cock the hammer back
Click Clack
Put a hole in your back
The size of a plum
You can come git some
But my attitude shitty
Like G Gordon Litty
Take pity on a child
Thats been raised in the city

Chill- From East to West
To maintain my rep
So many times
To assume my flow
I go mono, stereo
Or solo
You never know
Choose a flow
And I'll throw the phattest atom
I'm so hot, and so law
And so far from the plan
I reflectulate the ladies
That be scannin
My composition decirclar
Hurtin the madd opposition

Chorus (x 2)

Ends

Ends
Some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further I want my ends

I knew this cat named Darrel who didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
But now he's waiting tables 'cause there's rent to pay
Companyies downsizing, inflation's rising
Can't find a job, he's feeling kinda stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he's 'sessed
Forgot to count how many times he been blessed
So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack
And once it hits his brain it starts to chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
He's losing all his teeth now he's out in the street
And all of a sudden he's like Jesse James
Trying to stick up kids holding watches and chains
But he's from business school and he's nervous with a tool
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
For the

CHORUS

I knew this chick named Sally she had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
Swingin that butt like place ya ad here
Only rappin' mens that rock the fly gear
Brand name wearin', champagne wavin'
Jewels around her neck, a lotta style she's cravin'
Ain't no savin' she's doin' all spendin'
If you do the lendin' she'll do the bendin'
Straight machine vendin' it's money for take
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And if you hit her with the keys to your crib you actin' funny
Come home one day, find her countin' out your money
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you're broke she's spittin', if you're rich she might swallow
For the

CHORUS

I knew these two home boys that made a lot of noise
Makin' money on the block and kids was on they jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC, they was totin' guns
Holdin' weight, going outta state
Stacking mad chips and pushin' phat whips
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job
And then one disappeared and one got robbed
For the

CHORUS (2x)

Fed Up

Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If I was Rin Tin Tin I’d rip the skin off of Lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Don’t set it off kid and get me started
Cause you’re highly regarded when you’re dearly departed
But momma’s still crying asking God why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You can’t fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to Bryant Gumble I’m a live for today
And God bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if I said it somebody’s getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everything’s copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And mine’ll still be the intellect that plays ya
Cause when the mike check I’m high tech skills are apparent
You can play the child kid I’ll play the parent
Cause I’m a be responsible for your schooling
But I won’t change your diapers or do your car poolin


Chorus
Get up I’ll break ya down a little somethen'
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin'
Get up I’ll break ya down a little somethin'
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
I’m fed up it’s time to go head huntin'


Lord have some mercy on my soul

Now why everybody making shit that’s unreal
Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about how it’s supposed to feel
Kids be going out for the record deal
So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
Or I’m a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat
But don’t snap cause this ain’t HBO
Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough
While you say that though you trying to gain that ho
Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
I don’t need MTV to make no bucks
I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz?”
Who that was is the man of all hours
sending all star players straight back to the showers
Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
I master dub plates like my name’s Herb Powers
I getcha open like hunting season
I make papers don’t front on the reason
Cause I’m seizing up every day
You say carpe diem I call em like I see em

Chorus 3

Fed Up Remix

I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But they’re all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
My name’s Everlast I’m hard to kill like roaches
The dough that you’re making has got you fronting and faking
Your heart’s been shook your brain’s cooked like bacon
Can’t believe you’re not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but it’s just Blue Bonnet
And now it’s my turn kid watch me churn
There’s only so many spots they’re had to earn

Pack it up pack it in
Let me begin
Too many men are judged by the color of their skin
Their apparatus gets blessed,
suckers get put to rest
The more damn pure
I got the cure for this fest
The wackness is spreading like a plague
MC's, they wanna get paid
But they cant make the fuckin' grade
How many times you wannabe's gonna try?
Yo they just style like dockers
They cant touch the knowelege I disordify
I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier
When I'm holdin down the fort
For some time, now
Others callin it manuscript
When I stop to go a top
They be like Damn he flipped
Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit
I got that lyrical front tip

When you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some classes
All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in ‘89 I dropped too much acid
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
I’m asking how many days have you fasted

Chorus
Get up I’ll break ya down a little something
I’m fed up it’s time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I’m fed up it’s time to go head hunting
Get up I’ll break ya down a little something
I’m fed up it’s time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
I’m fed up it’s time to go head hunting


I'm sick, demented, I smack my manager
The flow thats flessin
I'm adressing all ya'll imatures
Cause to your back, I got the "Tre Piounce Piete"
Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby?
But let’s suppose you really had a burner(suppose)
You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
Fuck a murder I’m a just kill your ego
Cause we know that you ain’t really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don’t know me jack

Eney, meeny, miney, moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the Muslim
Shalom to the Hebrew
Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life I’m my only friend
There’s a killer on the road money it’s the end
And you might think that I’m a dummy
But while you’re out at the spot I’m homes' chilling with your honey

I kicks flavor
Like Steven King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you’re best to follow
Or you’ll be left along the road in the dust(in the dust)
And me and you won’t have too much to discuss
I dont know why
MC's will come to test for ionide
Master of myself, my wealth
It's just my state of mind
I stack my loot
Just for a rainy day
And you can parch on your forty
Cause rappers I slay
I'm the quick draw
The outlaw
I doubt ya'll
Ready to fuck with me
So boy stop
Or, I'm a beat your ass
Like your pops

Hit the real estate money and then the props

Chorus

Feel It

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we got Bo, Duke and Daisy goin' to
go see Boss Hogg. Then ya got Kooter fixin' over them cars...
I don't need a glock cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated
Step into my sector, homeboy, you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's gettin' shot
And if it's gettin' shot, well, yo, you're gettin' bucked down
I don't fuck around, I ain't got time for punks
But I got time to smoke all the skunk philly blunts
Stunts gather round, check out the sound
And let's get down to do the nasty, freaky, funky
Stinky, junky, let's bump uglies in the nighttime
Between the sheets
Cause I rock fly rhymes over funky beats
The Celtic ruin, the legion of doom
Now gimme the track, or with the fat back doom
Now gimme some room, and I'll explode
Cock back my hammer, then squeeze off my load
So hit the road, Jack, and don't come back no more
Or I'll be moppin' up the floor with your crew of soft core
Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches
I get the funky style, and like Gomer Pile
You'll be 'Surprise surprise surprise!' as I
Rise to the top, fuck a punk cop
I'm always hip-hop, only a pimple goes pop
So you better quit, zit
I came to rip shit
Blastin' with the Soul Assassins
Askin' the question, teachin' the lesson
Bringin' the West Coast back to the East Coast
Where it all started, what're you, retarded
You're startin' to trip from that Jheri curl drip
Soakin' in your brain, the House Of Pain
Is causin' pain, and feelin' pain
So feel it


Chorus
Just feel it
Feel it
Just feel it
C'mon, y'all, feel it


Back to the rhyme, I'm always on time
A lime to a lemon, yo, a lemon to a lime
I rock the old school style and it's futile
To step up, cause you'll get swept up
Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip
Unless you're a punk, then I'll just pop you in the lip
And show you the deal, now how did that feel
You know I'm killin' any pig that squeals
I'm fillin' up reels of tape with my fly rhymes
And I've got a subsciption to High Times
Son Dooby's in the back, the Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track
My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut
When I bust a dope rhyme, it's like bustin' a nut
So let me jerk off on the mic and get it sticky
When I drink a brew it's either Guinness or mickeys
I'll put your head out just like a fuckin' Malboro
Don't fuck with me, punk, you know that I'm thorough
Bred like a race horse, right-in-your-face force
Feedin' you beats, straight off the streets
So catch me catch me, if you can
You know I'm the man like Chewbacca knows Han
Solo, bolos are what I'll be throwin'
When I be flowin', I get the job done
Cause I'm number one, the Prodigal Son
I left and I came back, but not with the same rap
And not with the same style, I'm known to get buckwild
The luck of the Irish spreads like a virus
So feel it

Guess Who's Back

I got the skills to pay the bills
I don't pop pills but I send chills
Up your spine when I rhyme
I get wicked, you got a booger, pick it
Sippin' on the 40, ya know it makes me horny
Spread them legs, grab my axe
Fire up the grill and crack the kegs
Nobody fear, the party's here
Everlast is comin', the funky drummer's drummin'
Ya only came backstage to make the front page
To get me locked up, or get yourself knocked up
But I ain't with it, even if I did it
I got a hundred homeboys to say I didn't hit it
My name's Everlast, I got the funky rhymes
I make more papers than the LA Times
I don't do lines, but I puff blunts
I don't rock fronts, but I stuff stunts
Fill 'em to the brim like a cup of coffee
If ya don't know me, homey, back up off me
Cause I ain't soft, see, I'll fly ahead
You wind up dead, you made your bed
Now ya gotta lie in it, don't bother tryin' it
Take my advice, homeboy, think twice
Before you step up, step back
Or catch a smack, guess who's back

Chorus

(He's back) Guess who's back (Everybody's in the street) (4x)
(He's back) (Everybody's in the street) (3x)
(He's back) (2x)

He's back from the dead, with the shaved head
Don't start to trip, dip, I brought my lead
Just in case you wanna fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face, and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap
But I make big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the sound
I never been checked, I only get wrecked
I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don't give up the booty, cause I ain't no fag
Checkin' out checkit, I'm prone to wreck shit
If ya dig this joint, check the next shit
I'm Everlast and it's a natural fact
That the white man is back

Chorus

I'll eat you up like some butter cups from Reeses
I come in peace, but you'll leave in pieces
That's how I'm livin', that's how it goes
Everyday I'm sleepin', every night I'm doin' shows
Always gettin' hoes when there's hoes to get got
Always wear my hat so I never need a shot
Always drink a beer before I write a rhyme
And if I have to drive I avoid the one time
Stay between the lines and I won't get pulled over
I don't need luck cause I got a four leaf clover
Yea I'm Irish, word to the motherland
But on the otherhand
I love America, apple pie, mom and all that
My pockets stay phat, step the fuck back
Play me close and you catch a mean dose
Of my fist, homeboy you get dissed

Chorus

Heart Full of Sorrow

If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution
They play their caps backwards still saying wack words
No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
Raising the question of who gave you a contract
They should be fired youre officially retired

I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools
Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour
But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour
Back in 89 PE fought the power and in 86 Big Daddy Kane was raw

And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium
You never played a venue local college or a stadium
A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession
To earn this is a blessing
This skills have me guessing learn cause Im testing
Follow this down no question

No doubt check it out
You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
Built on lies dont apologize
Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
And theyll all take a piece just like the Berlin wall
And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
And what they call a knick-knack is really your career

Chorus

You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
Still there be people that would die for less
You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow


When its time to rise Ill open the archives
When you be in dreams you got 85s
Chrome down with the leather package
You got a home of your own
Youre holding acres
I got it made
Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers
Playing both coasts closed and European festivals
Crowd scream decibels x2
In your ear you wanna make rapping your career

From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota
I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
We keep the shit right we dont be starting no fights
And he wont hold out my dough cause Im a put out his lights
And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
We show love they show it back all problems solved
You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump
But I aint quitting till Im shitting on Donald Trump

So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
When you socialize with other MCs
And boast your rhymes to company enemies
And in any cases that feel is what you want
???
You want to make money money and take every honey
Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career
Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on

House of Pain and the Rising Sun

He who breaks the law goes back to the House Of Pain (2x)

I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit
Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break
Like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain
Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in
Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

Chorus

That's what it is y'all
that's what it is (That's what it is) (4x)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee
Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
Cause I've got the right on, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto
I'll play it, I'll win it
I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin'
But right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it
And like a country bumbkin
>From Albakerque who's gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev
The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin'
Freaks it every weekend
Cause I'll be trick or treatin'
I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

Chorus

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do? (Drop it)
I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

Chorus (2x)

House of Pain Anthem

House Of Pain Anthem
I'm a wood peckin' peckerwood
Take me out, ya never could
Act up in my neighbourhood
You better not, my aim is good
The House Of Pain is not a gang
Just a funky Irish name
A Celtic savage makin' cabbage
With corn beef on the side
Irish pride is what I got
I got alot so don't dispute it
Constantly I'm suited
If ya got a gun then shoot it
Pick any beat I rock it
I'm always in the pocket
You try to ill, I grab my gat
And now you see my cock it
Next I pull the trigger
I don't care if you're bigger
You try to con yourself you're bulletproof
But how ya figure?
The caps that I'll be poppin'
They'll have your body droppin'
You thought you knew the deal
But now you feel your heartbeat stoppin'
I'm moppin' up the comp
That's short for compitition
I write my lyrics like
The Irish mob in Hell's Kitchen

Chorus

The House Of Pain in effect, y'all
I say the House Of Pain is in effect
You know the House Of Pain is in effect y'all
And anyone that steps up in gettin' wrecked
I'm a beer drinkin' fighter
The bike in Easy Rider
I only roll my spliffs
With the extra easy whiters
Papers to vapors
Is what you'll all be catchin'
Meanwhile I'll be snatchin'
Up your hoes and all your dough
The styles that I'll be kickin'
You know they're finger lickin'
Good, the peckerwood never could play the victim
Only the offender
I go out on a bender
Drink a case of brew
And then disgrace the crew
But only if it's mickeys
I never wear no dickeys
Only wear the Levi's
My whole family cries

Chorus

I'm a Swing It

(Everlast)
I'm a swing it
watch me bring it to the next level
the graphic devils gettin funky like the nevils
brothers from the bayou
so why you wanna trip
just play the sidelines kid and wait for me to slip
cuz i feel it in the air tonight
but you i'm not Phil collins
I'm more like henry rollins
cuz i search and destroy every toy
with a plot tryin to get what I got
you might get shot
Hot damn I'ma slam ya like ONYX
then teach ya how to write a rhyme like hooked on phonics
mothergoose ain't got shit on me
cuz I get loose at the jam and wreck the whole party
I make'em jump n mosh
oh my gosh
just slammin in the pit
when kickin my shit
quit buggin at the aisle's
cuz i got mad styles
and ain't damn thing funny I get money in piles
some people thought I died
that's just a rumour though
others thought I fell off
but now I'm numero
Uno dos not quatro
word to kool keith
I'm break ya teeth
(Danny boy)
when I die (die)
bury me (me)
hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree)
let'em get ripe the take a bite
and if they don't taste right
then don't blameD (D)
you need to quit swingin
the styles that I'm bringin
the funk knuckle dragon
who gits on the wagon
I'm not the 12 stepper
don't play me like a lepper
my mic sounds nice
but it's not salt or pepa
(Everlast)
Well it's the man with the plans to get on ya skin
the tip of my dick is where the lines begin
so holes form a line
take off the swine
strip ya ass-butt naked
let's see if you could take it
cuz I'll make you feel
LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN!
cuz I keep it comin
I'm the everlastin
freestyle assassin
my soul and my goal is to bring a little passion
to ya girls life like the daily source
throw her down on the bed
and tie her up with ropes
(music break)
(Danny boy)
I'm just another ranger from the dairy face
Punk motherfuckers beef around my waist
you need to step back kid and gimme some space
so i can cold shock the party when I'm rockin the place
Danny boy's arrivin
stand six five in a half
don't laugh kid
the graft is survivin
the outlaw bike
with my bitch and that's
on the highway to hell
cuz i never tell
(Everlast)
Well it's the funk backbreaker
we heat it up like jamaica
don't bring ya woman to the party cuz I'll take her
hit the deck cuz I'm down with the hoolies
I got a trunk full of funk like the groovy doolies
I'm not the man but I asked who was he
quik's got the hairdo just like Ruth Buzzy
runnin round like ya been to jail son
but you hit the swap meet to getcha hair and ya nails done
get off my sack cuz ya shit is wack
ya diss me and I'ma diss ya back

I Got The Knack

You got it (13x)

Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
When my DJ cuts he's never missin' a beat
I'm down with the Syndicate and they're down with me
I'm also down with Divine, Bilal and Quincy D
Terry B., DJ Lethal and my brother Kool Nick
Kid Jazz, Scratch, Bangle and Cut Master Quick
I worked hard and long to master this traight
And to quote my other song, yo I'm just out to get paid

So sleep on me now,
For my time will come
Everlast lasts forever
That's why I'm number one

I got the knack (7x)

Everlast is in effect, gettin' full respect
I collect big checks, 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's, a 100 G's
I'm pullin' honey's left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
There all on my tip to get a sip of this poetic performer
I can get whipped but I'm out to get paid, not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin' played
The radio stations, clubs and renkores
All the shows I play I make them do encores

So sleep on me now,
For my time will come
Everlast lasts forever
That's why I'm number one

I got the knack (5x)

(Ah, yah, hit me, alright, check this out)
Step up place your bet and I'll serve your fortune
But first I must issue just one word of caution
Dope lyric presentations are my soul notiriety
Everlast is on the rise movin' through society
My voice is moist resighting choice vocals
Respected world wide and feared by locals
Poppin' junk out your punk mouth
Makin' bets it's too late for regrets
It's time to pay your debts, E-v-e-r-l-a-s-t
It's the name that I fed a poetic demigod with skin that is fare

I got the knack (10x)

Now there are too many people in this world tryin' to play me
Like I'm some kind of sucker constantly they disobey me
Tellin' me what's sellin', what kinda records be charted
Sound like him, sound like her but they all sound retarded
Takin' very little time to write down a rhyme
It's confusing to see so many people so fly
Some think that it's a sell out rhymin' to this beat
But Everlast takes any groove and makes it sound complete

I got the knack!

It aint a crime

Johnny was a bad boy
He was a juvenile delinquent
He had his picture
On the wall of every precinct
He had a rep for hangin' out with his homies
Puffin' on the blunts
And sippin' on the 40's
But when he spoke
Nobody would listen
And when he was home
His parents, they would diss him They called him a bum
A worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag
And heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood
Liquor store
Pulls out a gat
And tells the old man, "Hit the floor"
Then breaks open his register drawer
Pulls out the money
Stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol
Then he starts to cock it
The man panicks and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool
Made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care
'Cause he was taught
It ain't a crime
If ya don't get caught

chorus(3x)
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is homie like it or not

Now, comin' out of the store
Johnny shot two acpedic Jews
When he got home
His face was on the news
His mom freaked out
Told him, "Get the fuck out"
That's when the pigs rolled up
So, yo he ducked out
He hit the back door
Like his name was Carl Lewis
Dipped to the pay phone
To find out where his crew is
He called up his home boy Jose[word up]
"Can I come over, my man?"
He said, "No way!"
The cop- was here
He was lookin' all over for ya
But I told the pig
I didn't know ya
He said, "Cool,
pick me up at the school
I need a ride 'cause
I'm wanted for homicide"
Johnny's got his gun
And he's on the run
But he don't care
To him, the shit's fun
Now that he's an outlaw
Sorta like Robin Hood
The hard-rock hero
Of the whole neighborhood
If they catch him
He'll wind up in court, but
It ain't a crime if ya don't get caught[ha ha]

chorus

It ain't a sale if it don't get bought
It ain't a show if I don't get paid
She ain't a ho if ya don't get laid

Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't take the slack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump up, touch the ceiling
Muggs lets the funk flow, someone's talking junk, yo
I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punk's ho'
Feelin' , funkin'
Amps in the trunk
And I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

Chorus

I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seat and jump around
Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (17x)

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics but you ain't got none
If you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Tryin' to step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot THE GIFT, I shoot to kill

Chorus

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style hey yo I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

Chorus
Jump (32x)

Yo, this is dedicated
To Joe, da flava, Dakota
Grab ya BOZACK, punk

Just Another Victim (featuring Helmet)


Victimized
But you're in bed
Stumble out
and run dead
If it ever paid
To sell (a?) (start?) (star? *sigh*)
Enviroment
make you smart
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim, kid
I heard it once
but not before
(taking? or begging?) off
and livin bored
my hands are tied
webbed feet again
fell in behind
and claim us dead(?)
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
Cast this
(?)
Give it up
I'll lie to you
(Blamin? Flamin? Played in?) Flame this
(?)
Pointed finger
You fall apart
Just another victim
Just another victim
Just another victim
(fade to HOP)
You played yourself now you point the finger
How i've robbed and raped ya, bruised and scraped ya
but those are just lies, cause in your eyes you've been victimized
It's how you size it up, you disguise it up, and try to make it look
real
To cover up the low self esteem you feel
Introspection an afterthought, swimmin in guilt your favorite sport
But now you're caught up in the undertow,
You never knew a man could sink so low
But now you know, cause you're John Doe
In a black bag a tag on your toe
I built the House
I felt the Pain
You're victimized but got no one to blame
Just another victim
You're just another victim, kid
Just another victim
You're just another victim kid
Holy Godiva, i'm a surviver
Feeling like DeNiro in Taxi Driver
With Jodi Foster, and Harvy Kietel
Looks like i'm walkin through a livin Hell
So spark that L, and I'll get lifted
feelin the effects of what my spliff did
Cause I'm gifted, I read Sun Tzu
I bought a Gun too so you'll never come too
The weight of the world ridin on my shoulders
Cause i'm a soldier, I thought I told ya
You're just another Victim
You're just another Victim, kid
You're just another Victim
You're just another Victim, kid

Keep it Comin'

Smokin' up an L
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well
I'm on a highway to hell
sometimes I feel doomed,
Totally consumed
By an eerie feelin'
I hear pigs squealin'
Soldiers of fortune
Are torchin' huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shakin' their butts
I'm hyperventilatin'
I might be hallucinatin'
Yo I got a chill
I'm feelin' sort of ill
I'm goin' mad
But aren't ya glad
ya used Dial
I'm goin out like style

chorus

Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit

I got complexes
Ya can't figure out
My dad said
"He's a bum, kick the nigger out"
My head's fucked up
But I lucked up
And got a hit record
Now I'm well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same
So it must be my name
I can't deal
With who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too
So I put my cake down
I think I'm having a breakdown

chorus

It's not paranoia
I got something for ya
It's made of chrome
And it'll burst you dome
No joke my gun'll
Blow a fuckin' tunnel
Right through your body
FREE JOHN GOTTI
I'll leave with your hotty
And I'll take her home
Lay her down on her back
And I'll make her moan

chorus

Uh and ya don't quit
Yeah, keep me cummin'
And ya don't stop
Soul Assasins and ya don't stop
FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
House of Pain and ya don't stop
Soul Assasins and ya don't stop

Killa Rhyme Klik


VERSE:
Cockni O' Dire

CHORUS:
Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live
Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5
I might socialize if I dip and dive
'Cause it's the daily routine on which I thrive

I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions
I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions
I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars
I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars
I got family, I got foes, I got an ally
It's the E-man, you got priests and a rabbi
I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin'
I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat
You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice
You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice
It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit
Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it

CHORUS

Legend

I walk through the valley of death, 600 deep
Waking up dead from the sleep
Just like a diamond
Watch me shine
Bright like the sun
Make you wanna pull a gun
And buck 2 shots
For the peckerwood rockin'
Put down your glock
Or your block, I'll be knockin'
And dead off your shoulders
Head will roll
Peckerwood P
Funk assassin of soul
Is in control
So have no fear
I'm in this for real
Make it crystal clear
I get a little better each and every year
It's called improvement
Your style's a bowel movement
I'm taking you back to mount CulMcClarin
My whole family's stoned but there aint one sharin'
So whatcha looking at
Huh, why you starin'
Just take a picture
Before I have to hit ya
Ease back kid, gimme some space
Or Whoop there it is upside your face

[Chorus 1]

'Cause a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So shoot dope in your veins
And get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star

I live in the house
And it's full of pain
But still out the frame
I'm going insane
I stay on point like a sniper
Chillin' in the viper room
Before it became a tomb
Take the low road
And you hit rock bottom
And keep low riding
All the way to Saddam
And back to Gamora
Now you're señora
Fill it with Salt (?!)
And it's all your fault
Get the S&M downtown
At the vault
Dirty little fuckup
Raising hell
But next year we'll all talk about how you fell
Because you're judged on how your records sell

[Chorus 2]

A hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So get locked up in chains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star

And maybe one day you be a star [4x]

Let's break it down
To the bear root essence
Count your fingers
Then count your blessings
True confessions
Ask the questions
Substitute your answers with your obsessions
I take to the break of dawn of time
I do it all the time
But you know it don't come easy
Cause I turn on the TV
I see more and more pain and less and less glory
And it's the same ol' story
Ya see year after year the programs sphered
But I aint subscribing
Till there's live executions on Pay-Per View
Word to Donahue
Put on Melrose Place
Whoop there it is upside your face

[Chorus 3]

Cause a hero aint nuthin but a sandwich
And a legend aint nuthin but a car
So shoot dope in our veins
To get that fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nuthin but a sandwich
And a legend aint nuthin but a star
So go blow out your brains
Like Kurt Cobain
And maybe one day you'll be a star

Mabey one day you'll be a star [4x]

Life Goes On

Remember when the shit hit the fan and the man wanted to know which way you ran?

(Life goes on) (4x)

Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn
I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn
Top o the morn, rise and shine
LA swine, got no spine
Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick
Drop your gun, pig, and get a real dick
I got my gat cause I don't trust ya
Play me close and make me nervous, I'll bust ya
LA's no joke, the cops don't care
They'll beat ya down till there's just a fuckin' hair
Of life left in ya, then they'll pin ya
Way out in Wayside, watch your backside
White and black crime is what goes on
And life goes on


Chorus
And life goes on (13x)


And on and on till the break of dawn
And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way
Did you know about the science of creation
About the Masons, about their nation
Of disarm, this arm, a lega lega or a head
To the thirty-third degree, you know that's me
Ease back, so ease off or I'll squeeze off
My clip, please don't trip, or we's gonna flip
The House Of Pain makes clouds a rains
On parades, I wear shades when it's sunny
Sometimes I rock funny, I ain't in it for the money
But I get mine before the show goes on
And life goes on

Chorus

Never Missin' A Beat

Listen up, learn, you'll get your turn
I'm sendin this out to all it may concern
The party master Everlast is here
Before we begin I'm gonna make this clear
I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
If girls were around I'd grab and grope butts
And if she got a man and he tries to step up
It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up
Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick
Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick
I make my music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
And talk about myself, I don't need a partner
Bilal has the cuts, then I'll help start the
Show, let a lyric flow and you'll know
I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say "ho!"
You fall back down completely exhausted
Once you had the sound, but now it seems you lost it
You're worn out, you can't take no more
Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat

(Never missin a beat) --> George Clinton

There's no need for askin, I'm the Everlastin
My mind is a poll and I'm gonna cast in
The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times
Or maybe three, four, or even five times
When I'm done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
He's my partner, not a stand-in
On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon
And when it comes to battles my boy's a sure win
He's been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
Busted up more parties than five-o
When it comes to a fight my boy's good to go
So step on stage, we duke it out like men
I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
And I was the Green Hornet Bilal'd be Kato
Right by my side kickin up dust
And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
You can't run away cause my clip holds ten rhymes
If you been beaten once, I'll beat you ten times
Worse than you ever been beaten before
I don't drop my mic unless my throat gets sore
And that don't happen because when I'm rappin
My rhymes'd beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat

(Ain't it funky)

Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
Some call me a devil, others call me mystic-
al like a crystal ball
And if you step to me you'll take a fall
Just like the Roman Empire
Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
Callin me a devil, some think it's a diss
To me it's just a name, it's not stones and sticks
You can't hurt me, I got a positive outlook
Readin my good book
Or maybe some philosophy like Socrates and Plato
Step to me with drugs, I just say no
But I'll drink some lemonade if it's ( ? )
I'm down with DLC and the Styler
The D-i-v-Einstein of rhyme
Is down with me cause he knows that I'm
On my way I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
I check my steps, make sure they're correct
And that's why me and DLC get respect
So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat's complete
I'm never missin a beat

No Doubt

Chorus (x 2)

No doubt
Hold tight
Till the break of dawn
Till the break of light

Say yes, yes ya'll
To the right beat
Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet
Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat
I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat
Puttin phsycology in your biology
No scientolgy
Dianedic anistedic
You took bad advise
Kid, I'm madd precise
When it's time to get nice
I heat it up like Spice

Chorus (x 2)

C'mon lets be real
You only think you can deal
Cause when I'm holdin the steel
I rock shit that make you feel like
"Damn that look easy, maybe I could do it"
So you take a phat beat
And put your wack rhymes to it
And God only knows
What could make you persue it
For those that cant dance
Just clap your hands to it

Chorus

You tell me you the baddest
And you get the most cream
But tell me whats the status
On your self esteem
You fronin on your jewels
And your Bens
And your Lex,
All the bodies that you caught
And all the Females you sexed
Yes, Yes ya'll
True indeed
The sight of the world
Keeps me high on weed
Makes my eyeballs bleed
but I must proceed
Yo that chic's good lookin
But she's hooked on speed
Buy a first row ticket
Watch the vultures feed
Get you culture free
From the lust and greed

Chorus (x 2)

On Point

I'm sick, demented
I came unrepresented
I rose from the grave
I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down
'Cause the Glock they found
Was stolen
That's how I'm rollin'
Calvin Klein's
No friend of mine
So I don't like Marky
Or the monarchy
Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone
I leave you sulkin'
Like Macaulay Culkin
In Home Alone
So Get A Grip
Like Stephen Tyler
I used to trip
With the Divine Styler
Back in the days
There were Irish ways
And Irish laws
to stand up for the cause

chorus(4x)
When it's time to rock a funky joint
I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam
I'm the man

Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO
Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest
Quick run get your vest
I'm down with the Hill
'Cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out
It's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors
So I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper
So I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel
I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull you car
Starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun
So the drama you could save it
Well it's the mad bum rushin'
Funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing
I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha' like the butcher
But it and Joe the writer
The old rock a loop
'Cause I'm super like Schneider

chorus(4x)

I'm ill, retarded
So don't ya get me started
I might lose my cool
Ya lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole
In the sole of a monk
With the rhymes in my head
And the beats in my trunk
I got the skill kid
And I'm gonna' milk it
For all it's worth
I'm gettin' mines on earth
So step to the next head
Or like Sadat X said
He's gone
And that's it's supposed to be
Don't stand so close to me

chorus(4x)

On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)

I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it
I rose from the grave, I had a close shave
The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen
That's how I'm rollin', Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
So I don't like Marky or the monarchy
Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone
I leave you sulkin' on my load like Maculay Culkin in Home Alone
So get a grip like Stephen Tyler
I used to trip with the Divine Styler
Back in the days there were Irish ways
And Irish laws stand up for the cause

CHORUS (4x)
When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man

Well it's the D to the A, double N-Y-B-O
Y, 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest
I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill
To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper
Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her
I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the
Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel
Now I could pull your card starting up the Harley Davidson
I got the gun so the drama you could save it

Well it's the mad bum rushin', funky with percussion
From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin'
I'll cutcha' like "The Butcher" but it ain't Joe "The Writer"
The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider

CHORUS (4x)

I'm ill, retarded, so don't get me started
I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel
'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk
With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk
I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it
For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth
So step to the next head or like Sadat X said
He's gone, and that's how it's supposed to be
Don't stand so close to me

One For the Road

Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out!
The House Of Pain is in full effect

Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker
White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker
Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel
Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil
But that's just because they don't know what I know
And that's just because they can't flow like I flow
I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say
Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay
And knock your motherfucking fronts out
Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out
I turn the little scunts out
And I got the hookers callin' me pops
Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props
I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen
I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan
The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew
You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do
Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
You need to start puffin' and relax
Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed
For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho
My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show


Chorus
Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house
I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house


One for the road, this is one for the road
For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road
Tura lura lura, tura lura lie
Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby
No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night
The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight
Step up, your blood, I spill it
Put on the beat, I kill it
I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet
Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green
But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew

Chorus (x2)