Mega!! Kung Fu Radio

That's the way it's gotta be
The earth vs. me

Tales of an ordinary madness
Who's to blame, i mean for all
The sadness could it be the
Enemy within or just them
I blame them who is the one
That's kickin' your ass
Who is the one that's on your
Back stabbin' the soul twister
Turn your miss into a mystery, i see
That's the way it's gotta be
The earth vs. me
Well, i can dig it yeah i'll rise
Above it all
Never, never, never takin' the fall

Well the thoughts that i think
Are paranoid
The thoughts that i think i
Think i can't avoid
I swear they're out to get me,
But get me not 'cause i'm ready
For the fight see
Trapped in a conscious state
Of mind of separation
Stickin' to kickin' the facts
From the songs of alienation

Stickin' to kickin' the facts
Stickin' to kickin' the facts
Stickin' to kickin' the facts
From the songs of alienation
Some people were meant to be
Left alone so step off

Step one - dehumanize
Step two - is when you realize
Step three - humiliate
Step four - recreate

Out on your feet standing 8, standing, 8
You can't look to me when you sealed your own fate
It's one to four and you're half way there
I can tell from your face your and blank stare
That there ain't nothin' going on upstairs
And the state that you're in is despair
It ain't rare that your eyes are seeing double
It's par time for the course 'cause you know you're in some trouble

One - check the eyes for some vision
Two - i seem to sense indecision
Three - you're getting weak in the knees
Four - crying please baby please
Five - begins the loss of the brain cells
Six, six, six - and you go to hell
Seven - you ain't looking so right
Eight - it's too late that's the end of the fight
Out on your feet standing 8,
Standing 8 out on your feet standing 8

So what went wrong, you were so strong where's
The flow in your show
Must been something, but i don't know
You fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove
It seems to me that your name is mud

Blood on the canvas painting a portrait
A slice of life and the fact that you're unfit
But you kept steppin' and gettin' your wreckin'
It seems like awhile but it only took a second

Was that right? was that the left? was it the jab?
Or was it this hook?

It's undisputed, but who did the damage
Do you think you can manage
Are you in or are you out?
Now there was a time when your mind was you mind
It's a desperate state i find when you're holding up
The peace sign your name to the contract to get
Yourself some combat but won't that start bringing
About decision
You've got a choice, much due respect or beat into
Submission...

12:32 just in time before we go
Race cars fast but cool yeah they walk slow
Blood from your nose better believe'll get ya messy
Yeah i tell no lie i direct it like scorcese
No speed limit check it out down on that street
The soundtrack is live garaunteed with a phat beat
Gotta be like that if ya' want satisfaction
And if they ask ya' what, tell'em file under action

Flames in hollywood will get you good as human road kill
Thirty stories down take a fly off the window sill
You wanna kick some ass and get it on just like james bond
The closest you can get is fuckin' it up in some rock song
Dressed at the show with a ?crude? decapitation
?'cause an oprah show?, the trend is sweeping the nation

It's gotta be like that if you want satisfaction
And if they ask you what, tell 'em file under action
Gotta file under action
Gotta file under action

?go mind for mind? sugar ray versus durant
Got the hands of stone they'll knock you out yeah cause that is the plan
High speed chase on the tracks of the subway
Get the jewels, get the money, yeah 'cause this is the dog day
Now the reign of truth just like a game of rollerball
Nothin' clears your head like ninety miles an hour into a brick wall

It's gotta be like that if you want satisfaction
And if they ask you what, tell 'em file under action
Gotta file under action
Gotta file under action
Gotta file under action

Neckbone or backbone neckbone or back
You got no fiction if you've got no fact

Neckbone or backbone your choice for the breakin'
You're thinkin' for a minute your choice might be takin' mistaken
For some good or some bad
You see what you got

There ain't no difference in the left, right
There ain't no difference in the blind, sight
Now stop for a minute 'cause your head is gettin' spastic
Paper or plastic-paper or plastic

Situation no win is the sin
So you rush for a change but the change has just always been the same
Same fools still trippin' off some old ways
New fools just thinkin' about some better days

Transparent, apparently you let it all pass
A kick in the head a kick in the ass
It's all the same to me

Fire or freezin'
Dried up or bleeding
Just when it's over you get what you're needing too much or no time
Shut up it's all mine and i let it go like that

Neckbone or backbone neckbone or back
You got no fiction if you got no fact

Kobeyashi maru what you gonna do
Am i gettin' through
Am i gettin' through

Five triple zero
Yes you are no hero
You stop and wait, and why
Oh where, oh where, oh where can i be
You must understand that the world is crazy it's not for me

This is combat rock for the masses
But you know i fear the masses need to get their asses kicked, quick!
Step on up...

I know a man-his face is like plastic
Stretch smile wide, it's elastic
I know a girl she can fill up a room
1200 pounds, footsteps of doom
I know a machine man he's x-51
Harder than steel-his fists they're
Like machine guns
I know a guy bend a fork with his mind
The three-eyed baby, she is not blind

From mud hut to skyscraper in the
Wink of an eye
Back again just as fast
Public menace, freak, human fly

I know the rat boy he does the rat dance
Born with a tail
He had to cut a hole in his pants
I know the slug of the slime of the
Slug of the worm man
Couldn't walk a step, but he
Dreamed that he ran
I know the skeleton girl she'll play
A song on her bones
Creak the high notes and rattle
Those low tones

From mud hut to skyscraper in the
Wink of an eye
Back again just as fast
Public menace, freak, human fly

Dollar a look
Dollar a look
Dollar a look
Dollar a look

20 miles to texas, 25 to hell
Where the weather's hotter i could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like i was born to be misunderstood

20 miles to texas!! 25 to hell!!
20 miles to texas, 25 to hell

I was born for stealing i wasn't made to sell
Carved out of bone and ash, steel, dirt, concrete
An arm for an arm a leg for a leg
One dead end street

20 miles to texas!! 25 to hell!! fire's on the side of the road people toe to toe
Warm your hands on burning blood
I gotta go... go!! 20 miles to texas, 25 to hell

If she ever loved me, i could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like i was born to be misunderstood