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Tocatta & Droog
03:34
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Wholottamulatto
02:56
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What's the matter? Bettin' that I threaten your security.
Denying and defying sense of "racial purity".
The tricks are 86'ed, there ain't nothing to be fixed.
Who you calling "mixed up", boy? I'm only mixed.
Should I feel out of place because I don't pick a race,
Take your stereotype and mash it up in your face?
'Cause if I didn't tell you I bet you wouldn't know
I was an O-R-E-O!
"High Yella Hero!" I'm hearing the calls.
The best of both worlds here to break down the walls.
"High Yella Hero!" I'm hearing the cheers.
This is going out to my Halfrican peers.
Wholottamulattowholottamulattowholottamulatto.
Got a checkered flag waving at full, full mast.
In Paris I'm "metise", in London "half-caste".
To the rebel white girl it's a dream come true,
Black enough to scare daddy but not to scare you.
Coffee and cream makes that dream so delish.
You wanna throw a little salt & pepper on that dish?
'Cause if I didn't tell you, you never would have known
That I'm the real Black Irish, the real 2 Tone.
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Chatterbox
03:46
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The time has come to ask you "have we met"?
We must have from the way you talk shit on the internet
Saying things I never knew about myself
Now I sense a destiny: your ass and my size 12
I know that you're the guy to spread said lies
I've seen it in Helvetica right before my eyes
And I heard it from the east, west, north, and south
Let's see how you talk shit with a steel toe in your mouth
Run like a bitch
So fun to play the righteous one, now you're paying for your sins
Run like a bitch
When I catch up with you I'm gonna bash your head right in
I know you like to let the loose lips flap
You gossip like a little girl who needs a big bitch-slap
Saying things whether or not you know them true
Now you're standing silent when I'm here in front of you
You're dealing with a person, not a screen
I'll "double back slash" your throat and "delete" your fucking spleen
And your girlfriend better put away that mace
Before I have the skinhead girls do a dance upon her face
You're reaping every stitch the doctor sews
You're earning yourself missing teeth and a badly broken nose
'Cause you're the type of bitch-ass that I loathe
I see you have 2 faces so I'm gonna break them both
I hope you hold the lesson that you got
You're better not to speak or type about what you know not
And when you wake up sore in the morning
Be sure to remind yourself this was just a warning
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All day you sit around, you lazy bumbaclot, and spend the whole time vegetating
I'm out here workin' while you're jerkin' on your gherkin
Your opportunities, you sit and let them rot, and waste your life procrastinating
I'm out here workin' while you're jerkin' on your gherkin
Life isn't free, but you never learned
Consider me another one of those bridges you've burned
And I'll leave you to your lazy ways
And I won't be there for your wasted days
When my alarm goes off each day at 6:00 your bummy ass is still up drinking
I'm out here workin' while you're jerkin' on your gherkin
Your Cookie Monster Crew comes here to smoke their rock and leaves the living room crack-stinking
I'm out here workin' while you're jerkin' on your gherkin
Life has a fee. Better pay your turn
Consider me another one of those bridges you've burned
I can't take this no more. I need somewhere to move on to
Sink full of dirty dishes, empty bottles of booze
And where is last months rent? I think I know where it's gone to
More of your whack crack whores, more of your bad tattoos
Can't wait to cross that bridge. No missing food from the fridge. No skidmark-skivvies in my closet
I'm out here workin' while you're jerkin' on your gherkin
I'm taking my TV and my Play Station 2 and my security deposit
I'm out here workin' while you're jerkin' on your gherkin
Life isn't free, but you never learned
Consider me another one of those bridges you've burned
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5. |
Hey Kid
02:43
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As they walk their way alone, finding others few and far between
With no need for excuses on the street
Shouting out the message clear, how things should be, how it could be
An extension of youth transmission
Hey kid! Where you runnin' to?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Hey kid! Getting closer
A change for the better through all you believe
You got a view to see right through
Disasters that they're masking
As they stray from you, your simple answers ring too true
And that's why they ain't asking you
Hey kid! Where you runnin' to?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do?
Hey kid! Getting closer
A change for the better through all you believe
What you're saying they won't listen
What you're doing is gonna better
You don't think so?
Well, some believe in you
That's who we are
That's what we were
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6. |
Respect
03:11
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7. |
Little Julie Swastiska
05:23
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Julie, Julie let me be your man
And we'll be under the sheets like the Ku Klux Klan
Be my little filly and I'll be your stallion
We'll tell all your friends I'm just a dark-skinned Italian
Segregation, I know you like to talk it
But on cold Nordic nights bet you want some "hot chocolate"
Come and see how the black boot fits
And let me be your little Hershey Kiss
With 88 kisses and 14 words of love
Our passion's flashin' lightning bolts like Odin's up above
Just 'Heil' high and hard and I'll know where you are
My little Julie, little Julie Swastiska
Your naughty taboo curiosity must make you wonder
Come my blue-eyed devil, ride the storm with chocolate thunder
I'll wine you up & dine you up, spend my every dollar
Take you home and knock the boots from here to Valhalla
With 88 kisses and 14 words of love
Our passion's flashin' lightning bolts like Odin's up above
Just 'Heil' high and hard and I'll know where you are
My little Julie, little Julie Swastiska
My mind is made now don't you be afraid my little Julie
I've never had an aryan, you've never had a moolie
Don't you go through life in denial of this fact:
Once you go black you never go, never go back
I think we’re along now,
there doesn’t seem to be anyone around
I think we’re alone now,
‘Cause you’re not supposed to be with a man that’s brown.
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8. |
Ordinary Guy
03:02
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I am just an ordinary guy, with a very ordinary life
I have a house and a kid and a wife. Isn't that oh so very nice?
I get up to be at work by 9. Every month I pay my bills on time
I wrap my recyclables up with twine. Isn't that oh so very nice?
Come on, Skoochie, get the lock off your sack!
Come out to the bar and knock a few back!
I remember the days of your glorious past
You'd close up the bar dragged out on your ass!
So what'll ya do? Come out with the crew?
Drinking brew after brew til your facha turns blue?
Or stay at home sitting with the old lady
While I'm filling my shot glass with 1780!!
I am just an ordinary guy, with a very ordinary life
I'm insecure about my penis size. Isn't that oh so very nice?
I watch porno from time to time, enjoying a life that is not mine
I rub one out if the girl is fine. Isn't that oh so very nice?
Come on, Skoochie, now I'm calling your bluff
With a fist full of singles just ready to stuff!
You know it's your fate. So why would you wait
To hit very nudie bar in the Garden State?!
Will you come out and roam or just stay at home?
Pruning Petunia's with your gay Garden Gnomes
Changing nappies, wiping bums full of ca-ca
While I'm sticking my face between silicone ta-ta's
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9. |
Sum Of 3
04:45
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Such a tricky equation, my girl, between us 2
But I see a solution in the way she looks at you
So the fact I'm taken need not leave us disgraced
And this moment won't be forsaken and thrown to waste
2 for 1, my yummy one, you get a package deal
Come along, my yummy one, it's time to make it real
'Cause when you see the fruit you grab it when it's ripe
And it seems as luck would have it you're just our type
You and me and my girl makes 3
3 times 1 means fun gets done and everybody's happy
You and me and my girl makes 3
A 300% satisfaction guarantee
For you and me, any my girl makes 3
Her, you, and me, that’s the sum of 3
If you take this offer we won't be hard to find
Come and knock 3 times on room 369
Two's good company but 3 is so much more
Leave your clothes and inhibitions at the bedroom door
There's no competition so everybody wins
You're a nice addition, step up and jump right in
Because 3 of a kind, it always beats a pair
And didn't Mommy teach us it's always nice to share?
You and me and my girl makes 3
On the mission for position possibilities
You and me and my girl makes 3
A 300% satisfaction guarantee
For you and me, any my girl makes 3
Her, you, and me, that’s the sum of 3
(solo / chat)
You and me and my girl makes 3
So much pleasure for your measure when your mind's set free
You and me and my girl makes 3
A 300% satisfaction guarantee
For you and me, any my girl makes 3
Her, you, and me, that’s the sum of 3
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10. |
Hate To Say
03:33
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I never thought that I would so enjoy your fall from grace
I never thought that I'd so love that lost look on your face
Yet I can't help but smile when your malaise brings tears like mace
I watch you cry and I am tickled pink by your disgrace
I told you so. I told you so
I told you so, and I just want you to know
I never thought you'd give a slob like me the time of day
Imagine my surprise when I saw that you looked my way
But soon enough I was the sucker in the game you play
It's open season on you girl, I almost hate to say
I told you so. I told you so
I told you so, and girl I want you to know
I tried to warn you, girl, you cross me and you'll fall so hard
And now you can't go to a show without a body guard
How does it feel when you hide your face in your own backyard?
Well was it worth the cost? You lost, and now for life you're scarred
I told you so. I told you so
I told you so, and I just want you to know
I told you so. I told you so
I told you so, and girl I want you to know
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11. |
Everytime
03:05
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Everytime you come my way, my way, you bring me down
Everytime you come my way, my way, you bring me down
The end for you is near
Don't you come 'round here
Things you do and the things you say
Don't get in my way
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12. |
Night Of The Living
02:47
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We're zombies who reclaim this rotted wasteland of a scene
It once was fatty bacon but you made it 'Sizzlean'
A silly plastic world of kissing ass and dropping names
We never puckered up and wouldn't play your reindeer games
Your head went up your anus when ska went 'Hollywood'
You went off to get famous and hoped we were gone for good
You prayed we'd kick the bucket, dry up and rot away
Well now you all can suck it 'cause we're back to spoil your day
Dreadlocks and 'hawks, clean shaved heads
Sound underground back from the dead
Roots bring the boots hard to the floor
Hate all you want...we'll make more
No white, suburban kid came off of the Banana boat
And if you went to Kingston they would cut your poser throat
Remember that next time you're pushing your 'Skathority'
We laugh at your 'traditional' superiority
You thought you'd live forever as you turned with shoulders cold
Your little traddy-faddy didn't take long to get old
So if you want to stay on live then check your attitude
'Cause putting on a suit and tie, it doesn't make you 'rude'
You know you chug the pickle, you can't deny the truth
To fall in with the fickle, mindless masses of the youth
Who follow like lost puppies to every little scene
That's hijacked by the yuppies just to make a bunch of green
To think yourself untouchable in this new day and age
We'll take your piss and vinegar and stomp it out with rage
To think I'm here to beg for cheer, well I'm not in the mood
'Cause baggy plaid for silly fad, it doesn't make you 'rude'
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There's Murphy's, Harp and Beamish, Kilkenny and some more.
But I know what I have to do when I'm in the liquor store.
I reach up on the highest shelf and grab those big, black cans,
And then I know the reason why that I have lips and hands.
Well, I love to hear a widget pop, it's music to my ears.
There's love of God and Country, but all I want is beer.
To see those bubbles settle and form that milky top,
Let those bastards board the wagon, but I will never stop!
It's the blackest thing in Ireland that you have ever seen,
So God save Arthur Guinness, and the Devil take the Queen.
It took a lot for me to know what life is all about.
But now I know the answer and it's Guinness Irish Stout.
It makes the girls look pretty. It makes my troubles small.
The only thing that bothers me is when I hear "Last Call!".
It looks like Motor Oil but it tastes more like black gold,
And it's been my favorite beer to drink since I was five years old.
Well, it's made me throw up once or twice and caused a fight or two,
But I can't seem to get enough of Ireland's special brew.
It's made from grains and water but it's so much more than bread,
And if you don't believe me just sip that creamy head.
In Seventeen and Forty-nine our man set up his shop.
He mixed yeast, wheat and barley, then he added in some hops.
He cooked them all together till he know just what to do,
And now we've got a special drink that's good for me and you.
So go out to your local pub and when you hear the band,
Just step out on the dance floor with a Guinness in your hand.
Now take that pint up in your hand and let me hear your shout:
"The only beer that's right for me is Guiness Irish stout!"
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Hub City Stompers New Brunswick, New Jersey
Formed and founded in 2002 and hailing from the "hub city" of New Brunswick, NJ, Hub City Stompers embraces various styles
of ska from the 60's thru the 80's, and adds reggae, punk, oi!, hardcore, hip-hop, jazz and even classical influences, managing to avoid a typical, formulaic ska sound and steer clear of cliche poppy ska lyrics.
7 CD's, national/international tours down, and ready for more.
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