1.Caterpillar
So listen closely
To what I say
Open your ears and your mind will obey
So lose your fear
Don't be afraid
To let the freaky freaky into your brain
(yes, say yes)
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
(Take it)
(My Control...)
'My rings burst forth
And the light poured in
These fluttering wings
Are what lead my to your darkness '
Another picture
Another high
I post my picture baby
Don't ask me why
So lose your fear
Don't be afraid
To let the freaky freaky into your brain
So lose your fear
Don't be afraid
To let the freaky freaky into your brain
Caterpillar...
2.Name of the Game
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland, Tom Morello
Listen all you mutha fuckas
Listen all you mutha fuckas
That's the name of the game
That's the name of the game
That's the name of the game
That's the name of the game
Yo, top of the crown, rape the queen
The fatal mistake in your cradle
Can't shake the dreams
Of fire inside of your phonograph, battered with gas
And give you room to breathe
Through inadequate mass
Everybody in front
Let me see ya pumpin' ya fists
If you up in the back room
When you rockin' with this
Come on keepin' ya speaker knockin'
Jumpin', bangin', bumpin', blazin'
Hot, callin' all freaks
Callin' all freaks now
Yo yo, callin' all freaks
Callin' all freaks now
That's right
That's the name of the game
That's the name of the game
That's the name of the game
That's the name of the game
Callin' all freaks
Callin' all freaks
Callin' all, callin' all
That's right
Get 'em up in the back room
Get 'em up in the back room
I said get 'em up in the back room
Mutha fucka
Callin' all, callin' all
Callin' all, callin' all
Callin' all, callin' all
Callin' all, callin' all
That's the name of the game
Callin' all freaks
That's the name of the game
Callin' all freaks now
That's the name of the game
Callin' all freaks
That's the name of the game
Callin' all freaks now
3.Come2Gether
Lyricist：Jordan Kenneth David, Kirkland Scott
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
And try to make a better world
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
And try to make a better world
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
And try to make a better world
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
Come2gether
And try to make a better world
4.The Dubeliscious Groove (Fly Spanish Version)
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Olha pro mim tu me viste
Look at me, did you see me
Estava pensando em ti ness ultima noche
I was thinking of you last night
AI minha me perdona-me
Oh, my mother forgive me
Huh hombre isso me escita
Oh man this excites me
5.Wild, Sweet and Cool
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland, Tom Morello
Wild, sweet and cool
Wild, sweet and cool
What we get together and do our thang
Wild, sweet and cool
Wild, sweet and cool
What we get together and do our thang
Let me do my thang
Let me do my thang
Let me do my thang
Sweet, sweet, cool
Let me do my thang
Let me do my thang
Let me do my thang
Sweet, sweet, cool
Let me do my thang
(Wild, sweet and cool)
Let me do my thang
(Do my thang, yeah)
Let me do my thang
(Wild, sweet and cool)
Sweet, sweet, cool
(What we get together and do our thang)
Let me do my thang
(Wild, sweet and cool)
Let me do my thang
(Do my thang, yeah)
Let me do my thang
(Wild, sweet and cool)
Sweet, sweet, cool
6.More
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
I want some more
7.Murder
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland, Scott Weiland
Go
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun, my gun, my gun, my gun
There's a killer on the street
She's moving from house to house
There's a murder over there
He's bleedin' from heart to mouth
One time where you're hiding's when she met ya
Two times she knows you won't forget her
Three times do anything to fuck her
Last time, last time, last time ya dead before the morning
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
Go
There's a killer on the street
She's moving from house to house
There's a murder over there
He's bleedin' from heart to mouth
One time
Two times
One time
Two times
One time where you're hiding's when she met ya
Two times she knows you won't forget her
Three times do anything to fuck her
Last time ya dead before the morning
One time where you're hiding's when she met ya
Two times she knows you won't forget her
Three times do anything to fuck her
Last time ya dead before the morning
You know it's hard
You know it's hard
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun, my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
You know it's hard
You know it's my gun
There's a killer on the street
She's moving from house to house
There's a murder over there
He's bleedin' from heart to mouth
8.Now Is The Time
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Now is the time
9.Over the Line
Lyricist：Jon Brion, Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Come on ya'll
Over the line
Over the line
Over the line
Over the line
Over the line
10.P.H.D.
not gonna get a piece of that
no, ain't goin out like that
mutha fuckin true calibur pimps
11.Ready for Action
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Yo!
Ready for action
Keepin' the people clappin'
You
Weapon intactment
Interceptin' assassins
Ready for action
Keepin' the people clappin'
You
Weapon intactment
Interceptin' assassins
Yo!
Ready for action
Keepin' the people clappin'
You
Weapon intactment
Interceptin' assassins
Yo!
Ready for action
Keepin' the people clappin'
You
Weapon intactment
Interceptin' assassins
12.Roll It Up
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
And it don't stop
Yeah
And you don't quit, quit
And you don't quit
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
And you don't
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
Turn the mother fuckin' mic up
13.Ten Miles Back
Lyricist：Julie Galiatsos, Jonathan Gallivan, Ken Jordan, Scott
Kirkland, Byron Wong
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
You're unaware
You keep moving
You're unaware
You keep moving
Ten nervous miles back
You're unaware
Ten nervous miles back
You're unaware
There you go
You're unaware
You keep moving
You're unaware
You keep moving
Here it comes
You're unaware
You keep moving
You're unaware
You keep moving
Ten nervous miles back
You're unaware
Ten nervous miles back
You're unaware
You keep moving
You keep moving
There you go
You're too great for my eyes
You're too great for my eyes
Such a nervous mistake of mine
You're too great for my eyes
Such a nervous mistake of mine
You're too great for my eyes
Such a nervous mistake of mine
You're too great for my eyes
Ten nervous miles back
You're unaware
Ten nervous miles back
Ten nervous miles back
Ten nervous miles back
You keep moving
Here it comes
There you go
14.Tough Guy
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Yo, mutha fucka, you were the man a minute ago
Yo, mutha fucka, you were the man a minute ago
Yo, mutha fucka, you were the man a minute ago
Yo, mutha fucka, you were the man a minute ago
Yo, mutha fucka, you were the man a minute ago
15.Trip Like I Do
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Another world, another time
In the age of wonder
Another world, another time
This land was green and good
Until the crystal cracked
Once more
They will replenish themselves
Cheat death again
The power of their source
The crystal
The crystal
The crystal
The power of their source
The crystal
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
Uh, I want you to trip like me, I want you to have fun
Me and you
Oh my God this is the best
Uh, I want you to trip like I do
Oh my God
Oh my God this is the best
Oh my God this is the best
I want you to trip like I do
Oh my God
I want you to trip like I do
I want you to trip like I do
I want you to trip like I do
16.The Winner
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
I know, ya'll know
I know, ya'll know
I know, ya'll know we gon' do now
I know, ya'll know we gon' do now
I know ya'll know
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, ya'll know we gon' do now
I know, ya'll know we gon' do now
I know, ya'll know we gon' do now
I know, ya'll know, I know, ya'll know
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
I know, we gon' do now
17.Born Too Slow
Lyricist：Wes Boreland, Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Just like seventies goof balls he's waiting on last calls
Well listen to method man, 'cause if you leave on the last line
Don't leave on the ground kind, born just a little too slow
Just a little too slow
Just a little too oh your lives are more than two just a little
too
Oh just a little too, 'cause if ya picture the wrong kind
You'll know you'll be turnin' blind, got outta your head
Bangin' tail just the wrong way you'll know that you're turnin'
gray
I'm just a little too slow
Oh your lives are more than two, more than two, more than too
slow
Oh your lives are more than two, just a little two, just a
little too
Your lives are more than two, just a little too
Oh your life's are more than two, just a little too slow
'Cause if you leave on the last line don't leave on the ground
kind
Well listen to method man 'cause if you leave him callin'
You'll know you'll be fallin' lights are bummin' low
Your shot off and bum and go, lives are bummin' low
Your shot off and bum and go, born just a little too slow
18.PHD
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Not gonna get a piece of that
No, ain't goin' out like that
Muthafuckin' true calibur pimps
Muthafuckin' true calibur pimps
Muthafuckin' true calibur pimps
Muthafuckin' true calibur pimps
Muthafuckin' true calibur pimps
Muthafuckin' true calibur pimps
Not gonna get a piece of that
Not gonna get a piece of that
No, ain't goin' out like that
No, ain't goin' out like that
No, ain't goin' out like that
19.Bound Too Long
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
Right or wrong
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
We be, we be bound too long
Bop the whips, so we can't
Bop the whips, so we can't
20.I Know It's You
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
I know it's you
I know it's you
I know it's
I know it's you
I know it's you
I know it's you
I know it's you
I know it's you
I know it's you
I know it's
21.Broken Glass
Lyricist：Kenneth David Jordan, Scott Kirkland
22.Coming Back
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Preston Kirkland, Trixi Reiss
I know that I don't understand
Ooh, where my feelings roam
I've got to look outside again
And wonder where I have gone
I looked into someone's eyes again
And it's been, oh, so long
I never meant it to talk again
I tried to silence you
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
And then you come back and on my mind
You tried to make me look good
You know I just don't have the time
I never ever understood
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
You keep comin' back again
You keep comin' back for more
23.Born to slow
Lyricist：Wes Boreland, Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland
Just like seventies goof balls
He's waiting on last calls
Well, listen to Method Man
'Cause if you leave on the last line
Don't leave on the ground kind
Born just a little too slow
Just a little too slow
Just a little too
Oh, your lives are more than two
Just a little too
Oh, just a little too
'Cause if ya picture the wrong kind
You'll know you'll be turnin' blind
Got outta your head
Bangin' tail just the wrong way
You'll know that a turnin' gray
I'm just a little too slow
Oh, your lives are more than two
More than two, more than two slow
Oh, your lives are more than two
Just a little too, just a little too
Your lives are more than two
Just a little too
Oh, your your life's a born in two
Just a little too slow
'Cause if you leave on the last line
Don't leave on the ground kind
Well, listen to Method Man
'Cause if you leave him callin'
You'll know you'll be fallin'
Lights are bummin' low
Your shot off and bum and go
Lives are bummin' low
Your shot off and bum and go
Born just a little too
24.Can't You Trip
Lyricist：Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland, Richard Patrick
I've got the understanding of a four year old
I've got the piece of mind of a killer's soul
I've got the rationale of a New York cop
I've got the patience of a chopping block
I've got the acumen of a seasoned pro
I've got the legacy of a billion souls
I've got the world down my back, but I don't seem to care
I've got the comprehension of a world unaware
Can't you trip like I do？
Laid out on my back, I can't sleep 'cause I'm slumming
Eyes in my teeth, I can't see 'cause I'm eating
Head full of noise, I can't think 'cause it's crushing
Back on my feet, like a freight train, I'm coming
25.Falling Ha
Lyricist：D. Garibaldi, E. Castillo, S. Kupka
I am running, I will meet you halfway
When I get there, will you be waiting for me？
And I'm scared that you don't feel the same
And after all just how much can I take？
Heaven help me
I say I'm in love, I'm all in love with you
As I can't help myself
I'm falling down, I'm falling hard for you
I can't sleep and I don't know what to say
And what we want isn't always what we need
Heaven help me
I think I'm in love, I'm all in love with you
As I can't help myself
I'm falling down, I'm falling hard for you
For you, for you, for you, for you
I don't wanna be by myself, I don't wanna be by myself
I want you here, I want you here
I don't wanna be by myself, I don't wanna be by myself
I want you here, I want you here
I don't wanna be by myself, I don't wanna be by myself
I want you here, I want you here
I don't wanna be by myself, I don't wanna be by myself
I want you here, I want you here
Heaven help me now, heaven help me now
Heaven help me now, heaven help me now
Heaven help me now, heaven help me now
Heaven help me now, heaven help me now
Heaven help me now, heaven help me now
26.Nowhere To Run
The Crystal Method F／ Ozzy Osbourne, DMX ＆ Ol' Dirty Bastard
I don't walk that stop livin (bout like Bar？). Shuttin down
underground
streets of New York.
Hard what niggaz call me 'cuz the all be suckin my dick in the
muthafuckin bar, G.
I know they half so I laugh with 'em. Bloodbath when I let the
fuckin rap
hit 'em.
Full clip but only half hit 'em. That's all it took. Another
crook taken
out over a dirty look.
A black rig with niggaz try and shot that. They ain't takin a
fuckin
thing from me but hot lead.
You know my style pick up cuz I'm always schemin and jammin.
Nigga's
holdin a six-string.
Police! But you got no piece. It was just you. Big man and a lot
more
grease.
All I gets is pounds and nigga want none of this. Back streets
are like
track meets cuz I be runnin this.
Ain't nowhere to run (Cuz I be runnin this)
Ain't nowhere to hide (Come on)
Ain't nowhere to go (Cuz I be runnin this)
Reach and seize the soul (Come on)
Surrounded by the colors I see crimson, black and blue.
Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you.
Light to dark and light again, I always thought I knew.
Young to old and young again. What's left for me to do？
Sister of the universe selecting me in time.
I'm falling down upon the earth and singing truth in rhyme.
If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew.
And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you.
What you motherfuckers invented is the craziest nigga ever been
invented.
Most knowed him 'fore, Ol' Dirt Bastard. I call him JESUS!
There's no obstacles that you have to jump. There's no walls
that you
have to climb.
This is real! This is elementary deal! Elementary, Watson!
ELEMENTARY!
I ain't no pitch on ya. Fuck off, necklace wearin' bitch. You
don't want
this money till it's rich.
Buy my album! Call it by Dirty, set you free. Go against the
grain？ I
gotta be.
I know you don't recognize me now. I done cocooned.
How many lightning bolts do it take to light up a fuckin room？
Goverment people you better get the fuck off of me! We don't
need it!
It gets more augury. Bitches tryin to bust their ass to get away
from me
when I use my real name.
I call myself E. Nigga Butthole. All the same. All the same. All
the
same.
What motherfucker？ Don't try to psychology my shit motherfucker.
Cuz you can't psychology it, motherfucker.
Never. Never. Never, motherfucker. Never.
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