Kicking Knowledge in the face P.O.S.

Bundle 'em Get 'em their scarves it about to get cold Bundle 'em fuck that Been a little cold since the first time P.O.S.

Fuck Your Stuff P.O.S.

a month, but I stay fly Spinning man, flipping out with the breeze, I'm a ceiling fan, I'ma get them, I'ma show you how to bump Something heavy in the back, marshal stacks in the trunk Got the

Fuck Your Stuff (Instrumental Ver.) P.O.S.

a month, but I stay fly Spinning man, flipping out with the breeze, I'm a ceiling fan, I'ma get them, I'ma show you how to bump Something heavy in the back, marshal stacks in the trunk Got the

Fuck Your Stuff (Clean) P.O.S.

[Hook] My whole crew's on some shit Scuffing up your Nikes, spitting on your whip Kicking out your DJ, rock it then we dip [Verse 1] Looking out the window like Malcolm Just when I thought this culture

Wanted/Wasted (Feat. Astronautalis) P.O.S.

things We the best in the word wait at what Wanting wasting Who the best in the world huh I don't know We the best in the world at getting sick Trying to find our places I'm the best in the world At kicking

Ants P.O.S.

Mister of course AKA of course we can pause In the sleep walk Of doin the rock The days I be out___ I'm feelin a little groggy But yeah I remember now What?

Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats P.O.S.

vibe I'm not invited I'm not crying Calling out crimes acting in kind Not blindly just looking for alignment We what's under the bed the last threads Unrest in the flesh and restless Can't choose to stop

Sarah Silverman P.O.S.

Yo I remember head spin at ______ Used to get nervous when Zach here grabbed the mic And asked the crowd where the MCs at Take a look at me now The biggest disaster to ever grab a mic That's why I wear

Get Down (Feat. Mike Mictlan) P.O.S.

Lungs like smoke stacks Young black terror attack Hair on their neck raised Scaring them back Keeping my Kerouac first rate They in the first grade Begging like babies Gimme gimme wah We too dirty man

Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan & Greg Grease) P.O.S.

Lungs like smoke stacks Young black terror attack Hair on their neck raised Scaring them back Keeping my Kerouac first rate They in the first grade Begging like babies Gimme gimme wah We too dirty man

Meth-head vs Mcnugget P.O.S.

I don't know him so I'll show him little more than nothing Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat This place will be about as stable as Iraq Wide tracks, similar to your girl's hair Rock socking these

Music for Shoplifting P.O.S.

a PCS phone P.O.S. is known for heart Spit from my whole Put it to music, (heartbeats) And let you download the ringtone And from a broken home, stories are hard times passed And in a broken home That

All Of It P.O.S.

Ash in the cuff dents in the whip Juice in the cup scuffs on the kicks Trash in the clerb never tryna mix It's a drag how some of these people live Ima get a little wiggle in it anyway 'Til I had enough

They Can't Come (Feat. Sims) P.O.S.

flagged as a dirt bag Sick fuck punk with a rat in his book bag Pig pen with a head full of deal with it Mouth full of fuck that no concealing it In the burbs where the words don't sting Cause the birds

They Can't Come (feat. Sims, Lizzo, Cliff Rhymes, Chris Hooks, Jeremy Nutzman & Greg Grease) P.O.S.

[Verse one - P.O.S.]

Fire In The Hole/Arrow To The Action P.O.S.

now go Let's take the basements Uhhuh boltcutter in the trunk Bolt Thrower in the tape deck what Let's race the vacant Yeah let's win let's bet it all Yes tell them off tell them all No need to fake it

How We Land (feat. Justin Vernon) P.O.S.

We on our own trip falling in love by the milligram Pay no attention no intentions could keep this from getting out of hand So resistant cause we know that we are so content to sleep where we land So sick

How We Land (Feat. Justin Vernon Of Bon Iver) P.O.S.

But just don't go quiet Keep them alarms loud let 'em look No harm meant friction in the gaze Stare easy or fade to another place why stay Ain't no sense in mending any fences they break Only taken when

Piano Hits (Feat. Isaac Gale Of Marijuana Deathsquads) P.O.S.

it go on with the carousel Any day in a daze in the grey in the dirt With a foot on your neck and your teeth on the curb Lotta debt lotta work No check lotta hurt Lotta thoughts big drop no net No safe

Little Kids P.O.S.

Now baby get up out that water, Cuz every castle in the sand's bout to falter, It's like the Rock of Gibraltar, Another sheep selfishly sent to the slaughter, holler, (It's gonna be one of those songs,

Bumper P.O.S.

I take my time with it I take forever so sick of work and that clever Let's skip ahead to the next Pushin' my own limits I make it better Ain't no one touching my future Ain't no one fuck with my old shit

P.O.S. (hed) pe

i'm sorry i couldn't live up toso sorry i couldn't be like youi'm sorry i couldn't becomewhat you areI couldn't have tried any lessI hate becoming your regretI kinda like what you put me throughMay...

Duct Tape P.O.S.

First VerseIn fuzzy focus, he sees downtown A blue pick-up that's kinda rusted Mystery formed a process of pain with faces dusted Or a red cap to a crack vial in front of a crack pipe He sees a cat on

Weird Friends (We Don't Even Live Here) P.O.S.

I ain't like ya'll I'm into weird shit I'm in the back getting weird with my weird friends Hugging the bass line Hopin' you feel this And these rhymes ain't tight they are terrorish And that girl's

Hunger Pains Three P.O.S.

atery A part of me courses through these blue veins I'm starving in the lunch line Eating up the food chain Giving anorexia a new name It's for the people who get full After a few grains of loose change

Kicking Torche

Lights on in the kingdom You.ones Kicking My ball shoots the arrow Into deep crack the marrow Kicking Say we are. Changing over. I want for the.

Knowledge Gang Starr

answer -- to this dilemma in rap but I'll vamp you with KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE KNOWLEDGE (echoes) [Damo D-Ski] Pure is my thought, my spirit is my heart I shall embark to spark my fine art of oratory

Wings Of God (Remastered) Anathema

No one can find me Here in my soul Kicking and screaming Out of control Calm myself down now Nobody knows No one can find me Here in my soul Hooked on your problems Do I know why And if you come my way

Uma Cura Sepultura

Looking Face To Face To Find Our Own Face Talking Mouth To Mouth To Find Our Own Mouth While We Step, Unsafe Ground While Rejecting Knowledge Blaming Fear In Faith To Weaken Our Own Fate Starring

Kick Knowledge Wyclef Jean

I'm a aks the new generation a question Showin hands, how many ya'll wanna be the young and down How many ya'll wanna be the Kick Knowledge Show your hands, show you hands Listen, Kick Knowledge, young

Kicking Flavor With My Man Lord Finesse

[Lord Finesse] Yeah yeah, I got my motherfucking man in the house, you know what I'm saying?

WINGS OF GOD Anathema

WINGS OF GOD (Words and Music: J.Douglas) No one can find me Here in my soul Kicking and screaming Out of control Calm myself down Nobody knows No one can find me Here in my soul Hooked

Kicking & Screaming Sebastian Bach

An original crazy In a world that I've never known My life is so rearranging Where you end up can you ever know I gotta get out And tear this whole place to the ground In the night we'll be kicking,

The Knowledge Janet Jackson

control Ya gotta get yourself in the know Chorus: Get the knowledge (that you really want) The knowledge (do you really want) It's the knowledge (what you really want) The knowledge

The Knowledge Janet Jackson

going on Information keeps us strong What you don't know can hurt you bad Take it from me you'll be walkin around sad Cryin for a better day Until you educate for a better way So if you wanna be in

Knowledge KATCHY

Money, Power, Fame, Skills Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge Money, Power, Fame, Skills Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge, Knowledge Oasis 같은 건가 목이 마르면 보이는 걸 보니 너와 닮은 버릇들이 내 몸에도 배이는 걸 보니 I'm

Kicking Distance Steve Poltz

Kicking Distance Well there's wine on the page And my heart's enraged And I must call the cops on myself And my bony hands Probe the bed for your body But I'm left once again on the shelf Well

Knowledge Millencolin

(lyrics by operation ivy) I know that things are getting tougher When you can't get top off from the bottom of the barrel Wide open road of my future now...

Knowledge Operation Ivy

I know that things are getting tougher When you can't get the top off the bottom of the barrel Wide open road of my future now It's looking fucking narrow All I know is that I don't know All I know

Kicking It After 7

When I look in your eyes I see a reflection of me being there for you whenever you need me I cant describe my soul feelin so deep for you girl its like a dream come true you are my everything

This Poison Magazine

"She's wearing the shoes today She's kicking her dog in the snow She bought all three yesterday She's the happiest person I know When she's in a desert When she's face to face with the sky She can cast

Hiphop Knowledge KRS-One

Without a lawyer, he taught The Infinity Lessons In how hip-hop could be a, many a blessing And that was great, so in 1988 There was no debate, we had to end the hate The name of the game was ""Stop

Knowledge God Raekwon

*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin *long sniff* unit back in the days, kid! No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that You know that, you know what I'm sayin?

Knowledge Donots

what i don't I don't want you, don't want you around Don't you mess with my life Just cause your life's a mess I don't want you, i don't want you around, yeah Count Count me out Write me off Thanks for the

Knowledge Of Self Us3

party Now and then I might go out puff a blunt and sip bacardi But if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunes Waitin' for the payday it's coming soon Brooklyn is my home better yet my war zone Why did I say

Knowledge Addict 시온

Oh baby, I’m a knowledge addict I wanna be a god I want to know everything and everything inside you Oh, I am on a knowledge bad trip Explosion of my mind I was too selfish I understand But it is too much

Across Your Face Madball

In your eyes we've always Been the bad guys Droppin' false knowledge You're just full of lies You've misled our youth Distracting them with fantasy But your plan backfired Blewout into reality

Making out No Doubt

Making Out I'm on the second floor With a lock on my door I'm looking at a picture of your face The last time I looked You were looking really good But somehow pictures fade We're on the phone

Maria's Little Elbows Sparklehorse

well I'll bet my Maria's got an elbow full of lonely now here's a little prayer so that she might get some sleep don't let her face be skinned by the sun today don't let it in when it comes knocking

Common Knowledge Conor Oberst

tell you casually Washed up, bitter, broken, busted Backstabbed everyone he trusted Says he sees what no one else can see And if I had half his guts I'd want it To chase that fatalistic comet Die young in