M.O.D. LYRICS

1. Objection / Dead End

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.

2. Get Up And Dance

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!

3. Step By Step

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.

4. Rhymestein

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.

5. Minute Of Courage

6. Irresponsible

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.

7. Override Negative

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.

8. I, The Earth

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.

9. Spy Vs. Spy

10. Intruder

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.

11. Jive Time Jimmy's Revenge

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.

12. Rally (NYC)

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!





M.O.D. LYRICS