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schluki
14-07-2001, 00:18
(female voice - talking)
Hey Grouch, I heard your new album
It's so great, I really like it alot
Hey, um.. can I get a tape or something?
Hey, what are you guys doing at the Outhouse?
Can I come over?
Hey lets kick it

(Grouch)
Momma whats wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends
And thats enough to make ends meet **** dividends
But I be livin' in a lonely ass world
Searchin' for the perfect woman, not a little girl
See, they be dressin' all trashy actin' sassy
Spreadin' em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me
I can't compete with that
I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul
But thats gettin' old
And I be gettin' told told to spit game man
But to me that shits lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line
It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin
I might end up celibate for the hell of it
And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife
How they be lookin' nice, but dont be actin' right
And if you slackin' they might lead you to debt
Take your last givin(?) penny, the thought makes me stress
Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect
I'll be alone, feending cause I felt neglect


How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my song

How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my songs

(Eligh)
I grab the notion by the throat
That maybe some day I'll be acompanied
By somebody who trusts in me, deeply
Seeping through walls and blockades
With stockades of armour, and self prepelled hand grenandes
I can tell the age by the rings under her eyes
So when the mental drift develops it comes with no surprise
Unlike most guys I analise, discuss
Organise and thrust forth with new skin
Like a reptilian, not a warm blooded civilian
I've decided even though i fiend it
Theres too much shit to catch to do it
And not mean it
Teamin' up on the left and the right
My brain in a vice
Constant rain over my shoulder
And the lightning strikes more than twice
I've hiked through the hot spots
And stood like a statue on city streets
Too busy to notice me
My potency
And the potential poetry seem to be documented
I wont be bothered by bitches I keep my (?) extended
Feet to cement, I walk away because you pretended

If your walking down the street and you see me all alone
Dont talk to me, Im in my own place not to be trashed
By any fake dash of a woman of a woman thats atractive
Like you..
Actin' like your walkin' awaay

Walk Away..
Walkin Away..
(x3 fading..)

Get to steppin

Attaphek
14-07-2001, 13:41
boah das is geil
Grouch hat soviele lps auf welcher is denn das drauf??

mars
14-07-2001, 13:51
auf der success is destiny...

HerteN_ForcE_OnE
02-08-2001, 02:08
May I have your attention please, the following is a brief introduction to
the concept of the sunshine men
keep in mind that all instances that follow are fact and now are ??

Recently I've seen MCs comin' thru
while was at home, on my couch, watchin' the boob tube
fightin' like a rough neck, just to stay loose
as I sat and wrote rhymes on a page like mother goose
this was the problem, results of a test
the heart of all wackness, lies rooted out west
right smack dab inside my civilization
the hunt for an MC brings investigation
what I mean is basically there's no one
who comes off correct and stands in the sun
of Cal., but here comes the change up in trend
the world debut intro to the Sunshine Men

<sunshine, sunshine>
<sunshine, sunshine>
<i don't understand>

let me explain this, clearly and plain
about the journey of the brothers who missed this train
towards sellout
when I profile rhymes go straight out the window
we're not like regular bimbos
we're sunshine men
just a definition of those in this hot spot who despise the system
one composed of an inferior peer group
pollutin' the airwaves and I got the scoop
on radio, it's all about your cash flow
pay for airplay, or you fly solo
only one brother can come up off this
those without talents, but big drug profits
rap becomes a tool often used in vein
just like a gun
when they want out of the insane lifestyle
but they want the insane pay
so they pick up a mic, yet they have nothing to say
it's a damn shame, 'cause they form the pack
of those who represent my spot, yet they lack
the skill to get raw with words and cold shoot 'em
stuck in the past, puttin' raps to a drum computer
not even worried that the songs not able
'cause they got juice and hook ups at big labels
no unique-ness, no goals or dreams
no creativity's exactly how it seems
as a sunshine man, with plans and a pen in my hand
recordin' thoughts and beats for the next man
even those who live without a clue
I bring the truth to you, it's not new
to help my cause, the rise or inflation
the incline of western civilization
words to enlighten and to direct
brought to you live and correct
from Sunshine Men

<i understand>

<sunshine, sunshine>
<sunshine, sunshine>
<sunshine, sunshine>
<some depositions, with a few more useful words>

why in the world is every one down with sunshine?
none of them from here, but the attitude's clear
they stroll like kings, the big fish in a small stream
too weak to battle so they fled the big apple
and they moved out west like old settlers
booty MCs, no rhymes, with a swelled head
aimin' to discover an inactive rhyme zone
just like Columbus, they called here home
so they moved in and started a new trend
West Coast stars made from East Coast pollution
native MCs never got the game plan
so they grabbed the trumpets and hopped in the band
but no, not me, neither I, nor D(?)
seeks to shade from sunshine
underneath trees of confusion
because this illusion is grim
we choose to stay clear minded
as sunshine men

<sunshine, sunshine>
<sunshine, sunshine>
<sit back and recline and watch the sunshine>
<sunshine, sunshine>
<sunshine, sunshine>
<sit back and recline and watch the sunshine>