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Intro
04:43
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Remember in the day, when you hated first wave?
Every time I'd try to put it on you'd just complain.
Now you're all about it cause of Sublime's Ball And Chain.
Ain't it fuckin' funny how quickly shit can change?
Ok. So now you know it, but there still ain't no respect.
It's not your AC/DC records that make me upset.
You still make fun of The Specials for their covers. What?!
At least you'd know exactly where their sound is coming from.
If you're not part of the answer, well, I guess you have to go.
Don't need no assholes fuckin' up my skankin' at the show.
I'm bigger than the labeling, but what'd you think you are?
Cause I wake up in the morning to that true king of ska!
Rudy turns away, as here comes another wave.
Trad band trying to save the scene from an early grave,
to keep the roots alive, cause the scene has all but died.
Don't ever think they're gunna tell you what you've got left
until it's gone, and theirs, and you've got nothing, except
all your old records, her in that skirt, but now it really hurts
cause no one remembers the long, hot, summer days
you spent at the arcade, watching all the rich kids.
Now the times have changed. Love the image, great,
but they hate the Maytals. Lame. Start a fucking ska band
to cover Saves The Day. Fuck you.
Let's go!
Remember in the day, when you hated first wave?
Every time I'd try to put it on, you'd just complain.
Now you're, "Fuckin' A, man. This shit's ok,"
and you still get pissed off at me when i tell you what you'd say.
I don't care if you don't like it. Show respect
to the scene you claim to love, but about which
you know jack. You still make fun of The Specials for their covers.
What!? At least you know exactly where their sound is coming from.
Can't see where it's been, how can you see where it will go?
Don't want no fucking sk-emo music at my third wave show.
Can't have the young generation thinking Cherry Bing is ska
while they put down Desmond Dekker.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
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2. |
Wasted
03:15
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Wasted on the front line
Waiting for attack
Wasted in the back
Even though he talks mad crap
He doesn't stop and talk
He only smiles back
Wasted on the front line
Waiting for attack
Go
Friends don't come so easy
All they say is please me
Then you turn around
And there's drama in the town
No matter what I do
You'll always fuckin' hate me
I guess the only thing to do
Is get fuckin' wasted
Wasted on the front line
Waiting for attack
Wasted in the back
Even though he talks mad crap
He doesn't stop and talk
He only smiles back
Wasted on the front line
Waiting for attack
Jack
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3. |
Liberties Taken
02:57
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As one story ends another begins
Its the same old thing again and again
Like all my songs that all sound the same
I'm gettin tired of writin em its gettin pretty lame
Like all those times that i was right
But i just backed off and changed my mind
Or all those thoughts you had I knew you were wrong
I just said hell yeah I don't know what's going on
Liberties taken nothing to replace with
Ideals lost in haste we're still playin in a basement
I hate you but i fake it for this face i've painted on myself
This mask of unity is suffocatin
I'm wasted pukin everywhere and i can taste it
Tryin to slow it down but yo they fuckin laced it
Tryin to just vibe but the red covers my eyes
Feel the peace inside as i drift into the night
Tryin to take it slow but i just don't know how
Tryin to remember everything that went down
Wake up feelin bruised don't know what else to do
I gotta find a better way to sneak it passed you
Like all those times that I'd roll home
to just sit and write and you know be alone
Or all those times we'd go to find ourselves
It all adds up to nothin look at the way we turned out
Chances we've blown with no where left to go
We've got nothing left to show but we'll keep on movin forward
Keep on askin for it If you can afford it
What we got it aint a lot but you know they can't ignore
I'm soarin high above the clouds and the trees
That's alright with me cause i know you'll never touch my stylee
Right? Next verse much the same
But the game never changes in this same old day to day
Walkin around the streets of LP
Singin to myself and feelin empty
Nobodies out tonight, the streets are lonely
I'm lookin for something profound
Rollin after midnight through the fuckin LP
and i finally realize no one can help me
The uncertainty of now looks so scary
because no one else is around
Right
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4. |
Outside In
03:09
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They say, "Don't!" I say, "Go!"
Everybody wants to know
what I'm saying' here,
but you can't compare
to all the shit you've heard before!
Ask them what they think of me,
typical rudy, speakin' unity.
It's a goal, they say, is out of reach.
It's something' you can't ignore!
I'm on the outside, lookin' in and
that's fine from where I'm standing.
Just chillin', and watchin' you!
I know you stereotype me.
Most of you fucks, I know, don't like me.
I don't really care if you do!
They say, "How?" I say, "Now!"
I'm up here trying to break it down,
tryin' to spread some hope to those
who think they are totally alone!
Strong enough to be yourself!
Leave the image on the shelf!
They put a price on everything.
The truth is never shown!
I'm on the outside, lookin' in and
that's fine from where I'm standing.
Just chillin', and watchin' you!
I know you stereotype me.
Most of you fucks, I know, don't like me.
I don't really care if you do.
You say you won't be bought.
Your culture that they sold.
But, still, you buy it up, to save your image.
Low!
I know I'm just as bad,
pray my fashion's not a fad,
but I won't ever look at you twice
because you're not dressed like me!
I'm on the outside, lookin' in and
that's fine from where I'm standing.
Just chillin', and watchin' you!
I know you stereotype me.
Most of you punks, I know, don't like me.
I don't really care if you do!
It's punk rock, there's no totem pole.
No hierarchy. No one has control.
We're all here because we need to let go.
Shouldn't have to worry about being judged at a show!
Same message, just different tastes.
So what if I'd take Bad Manners or Bad Brains?
Can't say I don't want it played,
I just can't see how that's a reason to hate!
I'm on the outside, lookin' in and
that's fine from where I'm standing.
Just chillin', and watchin' you!
I know you stereotype me.
Most of you fucks, I know, don't like me.
I don't give a shit about you!
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5. |
Original Rude Boy
02:42
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Rockin' to the beat of the song that he's singin'
Skank his pain away to the rhythm on the street
Friday night is the only time he's livin'
Woah that reggae music, it sounds so sweet
Fightin' every night with his switch blade knife
Cut up real bad, almost killed a man twice
Doin' what he likes to get by in his life
It's hard, the livin's tight, but he knows he's doin' right
Feels the music hitting', drifin in from far away
Takes him to the past, a flash, a boy back in the day
Takes him to a time in his life when things were simple
Livin' on the street, now he lives his life in limbo
Wakes up in the morning and he wonders why he tries
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6. |
You & I
02:45
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You and i wil never get it right
Then you wonder why you're stayin awake all night
Tryin to find the answers to the questions
You know where never there
If you gotta clue what ya really wanna do
You gotta stand up for yourself and not give in to someone's view
It's a complicated system that tries to run our lives
We've gotta find a way to break away just to survive
Don't deny the way you're feelin inside
Gettin by's no way to go through life
Sellin your time at some shitty job
You know you never cared
You've only got one chance to do all the things you want
You'll never feel the sting of wasted nights until they're gone
You gotta pick up, just try to get it right
Don't let it bring ya down
Hell its only life
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7. |
Trying
02:22
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I've got a lot to say and there's rules to the game that i won't play
Want the music of my past to follow me to my later days
When all the problems of the world fade away
I'm just tryin to get it right
There's a lack of love in this world, it can't be
There's a lot of things i'd say but i'm not out to preach
The music of my life is enough if you'd just listen
But i know most of you won't know what the fuck you're missin
Whatcha gunna do when they walk away from you
Whatcha gunna say when they take it all away
I'm up here just tryin to be heard
Sending out my message not just words
I'm just tryin to get it right
If you think a music scene can't make a change
Then I believe you'll never find a better waste of my time
Or my rhymes or any other better way to speak my mind
You only ever get one chance at life and i'm just tryin to get mine right
I'm just tryin to get it right
Whatcha gunna do when they walk away from you
Whatcha gunna say when they take it all away
We're all here just tryin to have some fun
Everybody rockin to the beat of their own drum
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8. |
Bring It Back
02:07
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Smokin, lookin out across the pavement
Thinkin of the guys that got paid to lay it
Thinkin of the bands that came up and made it
Thinkin of the ones that just peaked and faded out
Thinkin where are they now?
Are they livin in some big house in So Cal?
Are they livin on the streets thinkin to themselves, how?
Are they doin what they like or do they need to get out?
I'm not goin out like that
Gotta find a better way to bring my shit back
I'm not goin out like that
Gotta find a better way
Just chillin vibin feeling high
Lookin in those deep dark corners of my mind
Lookin there scared of what i might find
But i find nothin
Man what a surprise
I'm not goin out like that
Gotta find a better way to bring my shit back
I'm not goin out like that
Gotta find a better way
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9. |
Everybody
02:57
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Everybody: take 1
People ask me where I come from
I tell em its soul
You can feel it in your blood
You can feel it in your bones
You can feel it comin at you when the music hits you so hard
Some of us got it and some of us don't
But everyone can feel it when the sounds so sweet
Movin to the rhythm of the streets beneath
When it hits you like a siren and a tire screech
Its like gas to a match, straight energy
Everybody on the side
Get on the dance floor
Just vibe
Movin to the music
Goin side to side
Rockin to the rhythm makes you feel alright
Everybody already on the floor
We got what you want
Much more
We keep the sound smoother with my rhymes galore
If someone starts static show him the door
Tensions unseen in the words spoken freely
You're feelin kinda shitty from the underplayed hostility
That shit won't fly when you put your faith in rhyme
And you start to live your life on 3/4th time
We're tryin to put an end to the senseless violence
It would blow out in the wind if we'd all live by this
Hate makes drones, just zombies, mindless
We want U N I T Y and we can't be silenced
Everybody on the side
Get on the dance floor
Just vibe
Movin to the music
Goin side to side
Rockin to the rhythm makes you feel alright
Everybody already on the floor
We got what you want
Much more
We keep the sound smoother with my rhymes galore
If someone starts static show him the doo
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You don't have to dress up, its not a fucking fashion show
You don't have to kiss up, I'm never gunna go that low
You don't have to dress up, its not a fucking fashion show
You don't have to kiss up, never go that low
You dress in all black to scare the people on the street
Think you're lookin cool but you look just like a geek
With your long dyed hair your glasses those piercings in your face
You think your tats are bad but you got your mom to pay
See you at the mall who the fuck do you think you are?
Always making fun of me cause i roll in my attire
Think you're lookin cool? Motherfucker you're not
Hate to break it to you but your culture's been bought
Think no one understands? Well guess what they do
They know exactly how to package that shit they sell to you
Twizted Disturbed Mushroomhead and ICP
They're workin for the man and they're makin big money
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