Who Spit the Lyrics? (Forum Game)


Dogs by Pink Floyd. Animals is my favourite album of theirs


Fellow Pink Floyd fan, love this nan already :grin: you stand correct, your turn good sir.


This is going to be a funny one.

My spirit’s made up of the ocean
And the sky and the sun and the moon
And all my eyes can see
I cannot go back to your land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom
I want my own land


So, a hint is needed, isn’t it? The author of the song was a good friend of another inspirational jazz/blues/punk/experimental composer. Their relationship was something like David Bowie’s with Iggy Pop. That composer also produced the album that features the song from my last reply. By the way, he is from Baltimor.


Based on the hints I did some digging around and my guess is…Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band?


You’re correct. And the producer is Frank Zappa.


Hear what I say, we are the business today
Fuck shit is finished today
RT & J, we the new PB & J
We dropped a classic today
We did a tablet of acid today
Did joints with the masses and ashes away
SKRRRT! We dash away
Donner and Dixon, the pistol is blastin’ away
Doctors of death
Curing our patients of breath
We oughta pay you the trust
Crooked at work
Cookin’ up curses and slurs
Smokin’ my brain into mush
I became famous for blamin’ you fucks
Maimin’ my way through the brush
There is no training or taming of me and my bruh
Look like a man, but I’m animal raw
We are the murderous pair
That went to jail and we murdered the murderers there
Then went to Hell and discovered the devil
Delivered some hurt and despair
Used to have powder to push
Now I smoke pounds of the kush
Holy, I’m burnin’ a bush
Now I give a fuck about none of this shit
Jewel runner over and out of this bitch


Hint - This is a two-man rap crew. All their albums are titled after their name.




Legend Has It by Run the Jewels.

I can’t post anything for a couple hours, got two flights.


Ok so the plane doesn’t take off for a bit so here’s one.

I’m in that 745
Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45
Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride?
Look into my eyes and told me “Daddy show you right”
Hope I can come scoop you up 'round 7:45
Slide 'round with my drop top up or down, you down to ride
Look me in my eyes and told me “Daddy show you right”
All my life man I want fast cars, NASCAR
All my life I want runway stars, Kate Moss
All my life I want waves at my front door
No green grass, no porch
I just want sea shores
All my life
All my life pretty women done tell me lies
All my life pretty women done tell me lies
All my life pretty women done tell me lies (tell me lies, tell me lies)


Judging by all the times he says 745, I took a guess thats the title of the song and I believe its Vince Staples. Still at work so my turn is up for grabs.


Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or a room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
You all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
The real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find like a remote… control
Rap is not a used to but still got love
That’s why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs, it’s like Tiger Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you
You’s a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I’m here to resurrect me, mosh is too sexy to even make songs like these
That’s why the raw don’t know your name, like Alicia Keys
Too many featured MCs, and producers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping her
Album, how come, you the hot garbage of
The year, It’s clear your image is snooped up
Label got you souped up, telling you you’re sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga
Read the infra red across your head Imma bred King like Simba
Boulder then Denver, I ain’t a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temper…
You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like…[REDACTED]


was gonna let other people take this, but since nobody got it yet, it’s from ye’s 2004 album the college dropout

someone else can take the turn, I got nothing


Aye, it’s Common smashing on ‘Get em High’, which is off that album.

If nobody else wants it, here’s an obscure one. Posse cut with a famous rapper on it; this isn’t their verse:

‘When it comes to beef, I gets relief when I kill and breathe
Send a wreathe, get your family ready for the grief
I’ll knock your teeth; take your seat, like a thief
Make you change your beliefs
Burn a leaf before you go beneath
Rappers, I kill ‘em, down to Hell is where I send ‘em
Feelin’ my pen is illin’ so much I need some penicillin
Jams I’m spillin’, ‘cause I’m bound to it
Kicking shit that’s solitaire
Your crown I rip, ‘cause rappers, you sound counterfeit
You get a round of clips, if you play hard
You stay scarred thinkin’ you’re braveheart
You’re in a graveyard, one in a mil, son
I’m ill when it comes to skills
Wanna get killed or catch a dum-dum in your grill’


I’m liking that rap but I can’t say who it’s from. Any hints?


I heard it on the weekend for the first time in a good while, and it caught my ear - was surprised how advanced this verse sounded.

Couple of hints:

It’s on an influential backpack-era NY label, one which helped launch the career of the other emcee on the previous Kanye track.

The title of the track has a military theme.


Shabeem Sahdeeq Five Star General


The only solution
The armed response
Of an entire nation
The only solution
We’ve taken all your shit
Now it’s time for restitution
The plan was mastered
And called genocide
(Never want to
See you around)
Took all the children
And then we died
(Never want to
See you around)
The few that remained
Were never found
(Never want to
See you around)
All in a [REDACTED]


SOAD -P.L.U.C.K. from the first album :+1: :armenia:

"I told you before, stay away from my door
Don’t give me that brother, brother, brother, brother
The freaks on the phone, won’t leave me alone
So don’t give me that brother, brother, brother, brother No!

Now that I showed you what I been through
Don’t take nobody’s word what you can do
There ain’t no Jesus gonna come from the sky
Now that I found out I know I can cry

Some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand
Don’t get you nowhere don’t make you a man
I heard something 'bout my Ma and my Pa
They didn’t want me so they made me a star

Old Hare Krishna got nothing on you
Just keep you crazy with nothing to do
Keep you occupied with pie in the sky
There ain’t no guru who can see through your eyes

I seen through junkies, I been through it all
I seen religion from Jesus to Paul
Don’t let them fool you with dope and cocaine
No one can harm you, feel your own pain."

Hint: This band or artist was born in Liverpool


Surprised you got P.L.U.C.K right away, but this one is John Lennon’s I Found Out.