m.o.d. |
The lyrics
M.O.D. | Rhythm Of Fear
©1992 Megaforce | 20286
6909-2
©1992 Music For Nations | MFN 145
OBJECTION/DEAD
END (4:04)
There's murder in the streets. People starving down as you're
sitting down to eat. The signs keep pointing. But no one wants
to see it's the dead end, the end for you and me. I ask myself...
What is it that I must do to make it through. These obstacles
which hold us down. I see the way to make things right. DEAD
END. This is the E-N-D. DEAD END. D-E-A-D E-N-D. The media shows
us what they want us to see. They may control you, but they
don't control me. They may control you, but they don't control
me. It's the dead end, the end for you and me. I ask myself...
What is it that I must do to make it through. These obstacles
which hold us down. I see the way to make things right. DEAD
END. This is the E-N-D. DEAD END. D-E-A-D E-N-D.
GET UP
AND DANCE (2:59)
STOP! Milano time... Get up and dance. Here we go. Get busy, let
out the misery. But the move while I m.c. Shake your booty 'til
you cave walls in. We've just begun, so begin. Just rock and
we'll do the rollin'. If you're standin' get goin'. 'Cause this
ain't a funeral home. It's a club, so get on the dance floor.
Get up and dance. One more time. Don't mock it you can't stop
it. We took the beat like your head and chopped it. Get up
D-A-N-C-E. Everybody move your body! Throw your hands in the
air. Say HO! Let the rhythm of the music control. How you dance
ain't wrong or right. YO! Do whatcha like. Last chance so dance.
Get up and dance, get up. The rhythm written for strictly deep
incisions. Describe your problem and we'll fill out a
prescription. Take notes or hang on the end of a rope. You're
liverwurst and onions, I'm scope. YO! We're droppin' bad habits.
I'm talkin' critics shootin' dope. And we supple 'em like
addicts. I suppose we got the right stuff. No we're not the new
kids... We're rough! Boyee!
STEP BY
STEP (2:52)
It's your first show. You're scared to go. You're ass from your
elbow. You can't tell what you are seein'. Is chaos in the
making. The clubs shakin'. The earth quakin'. Reality on the
stage. We're not fakin'. It's your first show. You treat it like
a joke. You're drinking heavy straight rum no coke. After three
or four, you head toward the floor. Stupid move. You should've
took the door. Step by step. We're on a mission. So shut up and
listen. You thing we're bitchin'. You all haven't heard shit
then.
RHYMESTEIN (2:38)
Smooth slick. Wise to all the tricks. Ahead of the game. That's
just kibbles and bits. Pieces of the puzzle. Double the trouble.
In on the beat yeah! The soldier the rebel. Establish a new
thing. Swing while we sting. Enemies fearin'. Hearin' what we're
bring. Rap and hardcore comin' together. Simple, ain't it clever.
Unique, similar, some say it's sinister. Different cultures, but
in the same perimeter. Rhymestein, the poetic genius. Just like
crime, my percentage is fiendish. I spill skill not to kill but
to thrill. If you want value I'm worth megabills. In on a tight
beat it's got street. Our drummers hittin'. No fingers. We don't
cheat. Guitars chunkin'. Like super jif. Bass thumpin'. We bust
shit. I rhyme notorious like Einstein. I make sure it fits. I
got caliber. I got multitude. Yo! My attitude. Groove. Receive
what we dish 'cause what we got you can't miss... It's a
plateful of style. Pick up the phone and redial to make
reservations at our show on location. If you need invitations
you're just a weak imitation. Exasperation... is a suckers
infliction. It's from being overated. Like an addiction. Do you
hear what we speak. You know not what we seek. It's for things
to get better. So keep diggin' while we go deep. Rhymin',
unwindin', takin' our time and knockin' out science. It's just a
household appliance. Hittin' you hard. Throwin' you off guard.
It's like a model next to a tub of lard. Rhymestein, the poetic
genius. Just like crime, my percentage is fiendish. I spill
skill not to kill but to thrill. If you want value I'm worth
megabills.
MINUTE OF
COURAGE (1:29)
[Instrumental]
IRRESPONSIBLE (2:29)
FE FI FO FUM. Irresponsible. The mental block in your head makes
you criminal, scared for your parents. Irresponsible. Born the
child of mistreated individuals. Dreams crushed, hereditary,
unescapable. FE FI FO FUM. You're so irresponsible. No life no
love no choice. You're so irresponsible. Irresponsible. Mental
scared, sometimes physical. Your actions are inpredictable.
Guilty! You're irresponsible. FE FI FO FUM.
OVERRIDE
NEGATIVE (3:43)
Walk the night. Thoughts begin to bite at my head... Tension
spreads. Power, performance. Strive for self assurance. Override
negative. Under the influence of questioning implements.
Concrete measures increasing my confidence. Under the influence
of questioning implements. Concrete measures increasing my
confidence. Feel the psych. The power I generate. Down deep
inside my soul exaggerates. Power performance. Strive for self
assurance. Override negative. Under the influence of questioning
implements. Concrete measures increasing my confidence. Under
the influence of questioning implements. Concrete measures
increasing my confidence. Hard expressions making the connection.
Positive insight. Show no affection. Speak when correct. Target
your direction. Lock in... Lock in. Unload the lethal weapon.
Under the influence of questioning implements. Concrete measures
increasing my confidence. Under the influence of questioning
implements. Concrete measures increasing my confidence.
I, THE
EARTH (1:52)
1992. I've aged well without you. You live upon my surface. What
I provide is so crucial to you. You have no idea, what do you do
is a Method of my Destruction. Now, show no fear until the storm
hits. And I, the earth starts crushin'. I fear no mortal. I'm a
bomb in outer space. Abused and used and defaced. My vengeance,
a long term affect. Your choice, respect or wreck. I am the
earth. A miracle. I am the earth.
SPY VS.
SPY (1:54)
[Instrumental]
INTRUDER
(2:27)
Not wanted. But a wanted man. No invitations. Invade I plan. To
interrupt. Disrupt and bother. Heckle and Jeckle. Bow to honor.
My presence. The intruder. Take away the i-n-t. I get ruder. I
irritate. Make you hate. Inspire violence. Throughout the state.
Bow to me. Down on your knees. Bow to me. I am the intruder.
JIVE TIME
JIMMY'S REVENGE (2:38)
You can't step to this, 'cause it'll break ya'. Make you take to
bake, so meet your maker. Or your killer, satisfaction filler.
Sweet revenge, a jive time Jimmy's thriller. Have you wrapped
around his middle finger. 'Cause your honor's fucked, humdinger!
But who's to blame, the user or the dealer. I think the finger
points high wheeler. Jive time Jimmy's revenge. It's the roll of
the dice, like mice and men. The path you take create the man
you become, a vicious circle. Between concrete walls,
environmental product. Another man falls to his doom. Just
outside, his fear awaits. Crack the key which opens hell's gate.
So meet your maker, or your killer. Sweet revenge, a jive time
Jimmy's thriller. Jive time Jimmy's revenge.
RALLY [NYC]
(1:39)
Not playin' around. A New York city condition. The mission is
clear. Vicious circle infliction. Powerful function. Steady flow
of destruction. Eruptin' and crushin'. 'Cause I'm Mac truckin'.
Come on New York. Crush! We're puttin' waves in the ocean. Like
a muscle convulsion. Loco the motion. Rhythm of fear. Powerful
function. Steady flow of destruction. Eruptin' and crushin'. 'Cause
I am Mac truckin'. Come on New York. Crush!
[back]