STUCK MOJO LYRICS

1. I'm American

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Nelson / Ward]

I'm an American related to all colors of brethren
Priests and Pastors and Prophets and Reverends
Divided we fall united we stand together man
In this cultural melting pot there's nothing better than
This land of the free and the home of the brave
Populated by ancestors of immigrants and slaves who met early graves
So we could see brighter days and we could proudly
Praise and raise the stars and stripes as Americans

Hate me
Blame me
You can't shame me
Come and stand with me
I'm American

I'm an American born in these states united
Where racial discrimination keeps us so divided
But we've got free speech so I won't be quiet
We got a lot of problems here man I won't deny it
But ain't another place that I'd rather be
Than in this land of great opportunity
Where we can be anything that we wanna be
So until the day I D-I-E, I stand tall as an American

2. Southern Born Killers

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Nelson / Ward]

A southern born killer am I
I represent the dirty south boy
Till the day I die
Those stereotypes of country hicks we kill-'em
Our swagger and slang the thing they lovin' and feelin'
A style that's so appealing to the masses
Got the whole world crunk and shaking their asses
Why, ain't no need to ask this
Trace your roots and you'll see
A southern born killer just like me
Who was born for this
Sworn to this
Can't be torn from this
Down south spirit I love
Embrace and hug
My 9 to 5 cats to them ballers and thugs
To them shorties with them sexy hips
Luscious lips
Raised on nothing but bacon eggs and grits
Hot girls show the shit
Some straight up thrillers
Southern born killers

Top billa, Alabama thriller
I'm a southern born killer
The for real
The original dirty south show stealer
I'm an ego killer
A Bible belt thriller
I'm a southern born killer
Come and get a feeler of the one and only Southern born killer

I'm an SBK
Everyday all day and day
No other way for me
Wet from the sweat of my forefathers legacies
Blessed with memories that paved the way for the artists we hear today
Influenced by Southern Rock and Roll
R and B and Soul
Hip Hop heavens to Soundgardens
Bringing better smiles like braces to all your faces
No matter the places or races
Home run hitting the charts
Touching all of the bases
From clean cut cats to cats catching cases
Everyday we hustling on them paper chases
Like a tattoo it's hard to erase us
Damn it you can't replace us
Take a mental picture and trace us
True top billas, Fantasy fulfillas
Southern Born Killers
This is a Southern rock and rollabration
Soulabration, hip hop mash-up smash creation
Banging the heads of every fucking persuasion
Blacks and Whites man Latino and Asians
Engaging in conversation
This Southern Born Killer Nation
Is off the rip equipped not stripped
We spit like major leaguers
And leave the crowd eager
For more, more, more
Southern born for life until they church me
Bible verse me and dirt me
It will always be my home
Even when my spirit's gone
I'm southern born

3. The Sky Is Falling

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Nelson / Aborn / Ward]
[String Arrangement: Eric Frampton]

[Spoken Clips:]
Why don't we look at life
As being this mixed up puzzle box
You have all these clues
And you put these pieces together here and there And they add up To something grand
I say that we've destroyed our planet
That we've already reached that breaking point And we're dying
We're on a dying planet We're at the end
We are literally living in the book of revelations
We're living at the end
The hope of the world is gone

People call me crazy
Say I'm paranoid
Like the boy crying wolf
But I see the truth
I see it coming down on the TV news
Just a little glue
To put the pieces together
Gonna take a look behind the scenes
Gonna get inside the end times machine
Understand who's pulling at the strings
Another step closer to forever
World's burning
Plain to see
Like dominoes
They fall 1-2-3
All in line with the prophecy
I can't believe I'm the only one

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If the sky should fall before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

The Sky is Falling
Right before my eyes
I've got nothing left
Except my will to survive
The Sky is falling
And there's blood on my hands
There no place to run to
God help me understand

Could it be the things I hear and see
Are signs that the sky is falling
the end is coming
I feel like I'm living on borrowed time
With a sorrowed mind
And I'm close to my last breath
Death is near
And it's calling me
Telling me to get righteous
Before they click my light-switch
And darkness overtakes me
No spirit to wake me
Because I live the life of sin
Natural disasters are coming faster
Letting us know who is the master
Prophecies of what would be are upon us
Tell me do you think we're some goners
Or will we have a chance to redeem, repent and come clean before he returns on the scene?
Or will we see more tsunamis and killer Katrinas, AIDS and wars between us?
Is your sky falling?

The sky is falling
So help me
So help me understand
So help me
The sky is falling
So God help me understand

[Spoken Clips:]
It's an end of history as we know it
And the beginning of a whole new world
666
It's your personal number

4. Metal Is Dead

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Ward / Nelson / Aborn]

You took a hostage with a loaded gun
And this has gone on for too long son
You're not an artist you're just a clown
You're the circus when you're in town
You've caused a state of confusion
Dumbed down the public and created an illusion
A magician you sawed your girl in half
You might have fooled the crowd
But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x-ray
Cracked up
Smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up

You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead

Don't need that four leaf clover
Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it's over
But there'll be more just like you
Always following, thieving and borrowing
Dying to find the formula
Man you ain't Freddy Krueger
You're just Count Chocula
Silly rabbit this ain't no trick
Cause I walk the walk
And your minute-made riffs
They ride the dick
Metal is dead!
Where in the hell are my microphone fiends
Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen
Cause everything I'm hearing now sounds the same
Can we please get variety back up in the game
Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy
Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy
Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy
Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy

[Spoken:]
They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh
Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead
Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell
A puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight
And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing
Songs that are as empty as their words
As meaningless as their promises
And as dead as their souls

5. For The Cause Of Allah

[Music: Ward]
[Spoken Word: Walid Shoebat]

6. Open Season

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Aborn / Nelson]
[String Arrangement: Eric Frampton]

I speak peace when peace is spoken
But I speak war when your hate is provoking
The season is open 24-7-365
Man up yo time to ride
No need to hide behind slogans of deceit
Claiming that you're a religion of peace
We just don't believe you
We can clearly see through
The madness that you're feeding your people
Jihad the cry of your unholy war
Using the willing, the weak and poor
From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander
All we can say is damn ya

My forefathers fought and died for this here
I'm stronger than your war of fear
Are we clear?
If you step in my hood
It's understood
It's open season

I don't need a faith that's blind
Where death and hate bring me peace of mind
With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century
So much sand in your eyes to blind to see
The venom that you leaders preach
Is the path to your own destruction
Your own demise
You might say that I don't understand but your disgust for me is what I realize

Surprise!
Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching
Whole world scoping
So if you bring it to my home base
Best believe it
The season's open
I see you
Hell yeah I see you
Motherfucker now
I don't wanna be you
If you come to my place
I'll drop more than just some bass
Yo you'll get a taste of a
Sick motherfucker from the Dirty
I ain't worrying not a fucking bit
I'm telescoping like Hubble
Yo you in trouble
Yo on the double
I'm wild with mine
Bring that style with mine
Fuck with my family I'll end your life
Just the way it is
Just the way it be
Do you understand?
No matter if you're woman or man, or child
My profile is crazy
That shit you do doesn't amaze me
I'm ready to blaze thee
I don't give a damn what god you claim
I've seen the innocent that you've slain
On my streets you're just fair game
Like a pig walk to your slaughter
The heat here is so much hotter
And my views won't teeter totter or fluctuate
Step to me you just met your fate
And I'll annihilate
With the skill of a Shogun assassin
Slicing and dicing precise with a passion
In any shape form or fashion
Bring it to my home
Welcome to the danger zone
Cause your attitude's the reason
The triggers keep squeezing
The hunt is on and it's open season
It's Open Season

7. Prelude To Anger

8. That's When I Burn

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Nelson / Ward]

You can't save me cause my souls on fire
Burn burn blaze blaze flames getting higher
The grim reaper's coming I can here the church choir
Time to pay the piper for my past desires
Attitude shitty just a fucking liar
The hoods of the world kept me so inspired
The players of the world yo I so admired
Running through groupies like them NASCAR drivers

And when that sun goes down on me
That's when I burn
You can't save me cause my soul's on fire
Dragging me down while the flames get higher
And without you I start to bleed
That's when I burn
You can't save me cause my soul's on fire
Dragging me down while the flames get higher

As my sun sets yo I'm wet with sweat
My spirit filled with regret as I sit and reflect
On the man that I was and the man I became
Running plots schemes and capers for the fortune and fame
Hotter than the devil sitting on the sun
I'm a straight up heathen Hell here I come
Nothing left for me but the Lucifer dance
On my knees pleading God give me one more chance

9. Yoko

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Ward / Nelson]

I ain't trying to feel no Yoko Ono
Remember how you met me geeked at my show yo
Front row flashy Sexy sassy Nasty classy
Backstage pass me
Stopped and asked me
Yo what's up
Wanna cut
That's what's up
Body bumping bangin' blazin'
Hair did nails did, looking amazing
Back to the hotel for a fling
Turned into a weekly thing
Now your my girl and wear my ring
Your my queen and I'm your King
Then you started acting strange
Trying to change and rearrange
Trippin' when I did my shows
Just another Yoko
No!
When I was younger
Somebody told me the story
Of a man who left the world's greatest band for his girlie
It happens everyday and not to just musicians
It gets doctors and lawyers, athletes and magicians
Some will make the same mistake
And most of you will never learn
Maybe even watch everything you love burn
So learn from John Lennon
And don't be such a wussy
And give it all away
For that Yoko Ono pussy

You're my Yoko Ono
My Cher to Sonny Bono

Damn girl
Have some self respect
You know it's hard to find a band guy
That you haven't slept with
You love it when other girls are jealous of you
But that drummer that you're with
Was with her last time he came through
Now you're hoping that one day on stage he'll propose
But why would he marry you
You slept with everyone he knows
You'd like to be my Yoko Ono
Never again will I go down that road

10. Home

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Nelson / Ward / Archie]

Nothing can compare to the feeling
I get when I'm up on stage
I feel right at home
Like I'm lounging on my sofa man
And every single fan is my best of friends
I swear I can float and fly
And touch the sky
My spirit soars so damn high
So high that if I drop
I could only fall on top
I'm zoning
My state of mind is heaven
Open like 24-7 when the mic's in my hand
Please understand no matter where I roam
When I'm on stage I feel right at home

And I'm at home
And I'm at home when I'm with you

Home is where the heart is
And our hearts are with you
Every single time that we perform

We gotta do our part kids
Rock and roll and roll and rock ya

From the night to morn
This music is a treasure
What a pleasure
To vibe with you and you and you and you
It couldn't get no better
Than when we run on stage and hear the cheers
Getting love from who
The first to the last row
Having a blast bro
How we locking it down
Shorties first to the last row
Shaking they ass yo
Loving how we rock the town
Home

And I'm at home
And I'm at home when I'm with you
Your inspiration gets me through
And I'm at home when I'm with you
And I'm alone without you

I'm at home in front of ten or ten thousand
Whether you're rich or public housing
Every place I go feels like home
Cause every night you all Got it going on

And now that we've come this far
I'll never turn my back on what brought me here
And it's been so long
That I could never thank you enough

And I'm at home







STUCK MOJO LYRICS