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STRYCH-NINE LYRICS
"The Fastest Spoken Lines and Years of Rotten Youth" (2002)
1. Anthem
2. One Bad Ass Song
3. Fun In Violence
4. Ryps
5. Dead Precedence
6. Bad Weather
7. Johnny Trendkill
8. Rude Entry
9. Better Than That
10. No Radio
11. Fastest Spoken Lines and Years of Rotten Youth
12. The Roach (Remix)
13. Angel of Death (live)
14. No Radio (end)
1. Anthem
Lyrics by: H. Alex
Bradley came from the L.B.C.
Lived like a razor on the edge of the scene
When he was twelve, he had this dream
To be this bad ass rock star, music machine
Now he’s older and his time has come
He’s mis-educated and his thoughts are numb
To this world of conflict and demise
He won’t let his guard down
No he won’t step aside
Better watch your back
‘Cause time is on his side
Just one chance is all I need
I could kick this sick world’s ass
If I could just get on my feet
Sometime I think it’s all going down
It’s a tale of being turned inside out
You know it’s something, he knows
It’s something he really needs
So, just think about it, you know
It’s why he denies his shame
And when he thinks about it,
It brings him back to where he used to be
To this world of conflict and demise
He won’t let his guard down
No he won’t step aside
Better watch your back
‘Cause time is on his side
Just one chance is all I need
I could kick this sick world’s ass
If I could just get on my feet
Sometime I think it’s all going down
It’s a tale of being turned inside out
Bradley came from the L.B.C.
Had these big plans of who he could be
Understanding the way things should be
Thinking about you, thinking about me
Now he’s older and his time has come
He’s mis-educated and his thoughts are numb
To this world of conflict and demise
He won’t let his guard down
No he won’t step aside
Better watch your back
‘Cause time is on his side
Just one chance is all I need
I could kick this sick world’s ass
If I could just get on my feet
Sometime I think it’s all going down
It’s a tale of being turned inside out
2. One Bad Ass Song
Lyrics: Heath Alex
It feels like this world’s caving in on me.
Can’t do enough drugs to set myself free
Scratching and clawing, trying to dig my way out
Not a winner, not a lover,but I got doubts
In this Life you see, that’s kept me on my back
And can’t you see that there’s no turning back
Com’on bring it on it’s down to you and me,
This time it’s on in my reality
I’m sick of it you see, Quit messin’ with me.
But this time I think I found a way out.
Not a winner, not a lover, but I got doubts
I gave you my honor, look what you did to me.
I gave you my faith look at where you left me standing.
In this Life you see, that’s kept me on my back
And can’t you see that there’s no turning back
Com’on bring it on it’s down to you and me.
This time it’s on in my reality
I’m sick of it you see, Quit messin’ with me.
But this time you took it too far
You showed me how to live in your life that’s under par
And when they took me to that house last night and jumped me,
Thought of what happened, They should of just talked to me
About their problem that will never go away, now.
It feels like this world’s caving in on me.
Can’t do enough drugs to set myself free
Scratching and clawing, trying to dig my way out.
Not a winner, not a lover, but I got doubts. I
In this Life you see, that’s kept me on my back
And can’t you see that there’s no turning back
Com’on bring it on it’s down to you and me.
This time it’s on in my reality
I’m sick of it you see, Quit messin’ with me.
But this time you took it too far
You showed me how to live in your life that’s under par
And when they took me to that house last night and jumped me,
Thought of what happened, They should of just talked to me
But there’s no turning back
Once you’ve gone straightedge
There’s no turning back
Once you’ve heard this bad ass song.
3. Fun In Violence
Lyrics by: H. Alex
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Slamming in the pit seems like fun in violence
Because you always get hit
When you go down and you hit the ground,
You get up and look for revenge
It seems to change though the songs stay the same,
Recognize the faces that I know
I’m making my way through the crowd to the pit,
The pit a of a hardcore show
Sometimes I think that I’ll get by
The more that I swing my fists
I look at the people who just stand by,
They don’t know what they missed
They don’t know what they missed
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Slamming in the pit seems like fun in violence,
It’s something I like to do
When I go down and I hit the ground,
I get up looking for you
Tattoos spread like wildfire
Across the angry youth
Slamming in the pit having fun in violence
Is the east-coast hardcore truth
Sometimes I think that I’ll get by
The more that I swing my fists
I look at the people who just stand by,
They don’t know what they missed
They don’t know what they missed
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Its fun in violence, straight outta the pit
Its fun in violence, straight outta the pit
Its fun in violence, straight outta the pit
Slamming in the pit seems like fun in violence,
It’s been a thing since age 13
To make crowd get mad and loud,
If you know what I mean
So slam real hard and show me what you got,
You can run but you can’t hide
Let’s go down to the all-ages show
And represent east-coast pride
Sometimes I think that I’ll get by
The more that I swing my fists
I look at the people who just stand by,
Tthey don’t know what they missed
They don’t know what they missed
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
Its what makes a show. Its how hard you hit
Here’s how it goes, straight outta the pit
4. Ryps
Lyrics: Heath Alex
Raping the speed of sound.
Tearing those barriers down
Looting with those thugs downtown
Smashing that fucking hierarchy down
I guess you never thought
That it would come to this
What’s in your blood has taken charge
So just do a ryp
Just suck it up and take control.
We’re goin’ down
If we keep smokin’ like this,
Probation’s on its way
Calling upon our own, to get rypped
And come down to the show
Showing you the hardcore way
Strych-Nine, take your dose today
I guess you never thought
That it would come to this
What’s in your blood has taken charge
So just do a ryp
Just suck it up and take control.
We’re goin’ down
If we keep smokin’ like this,
Probation’s on its way
Too many, too many times can’t you see
This world’s tried to push its word onto me
But where I come from
This is the way it’s played
I hope you live to see another day
No genocide, no tears to cry,
No pain to feel inside
We don’t care ‘bout what you felt
Or who you loved that died
And when it comes to getting rypped
It seems like you’re always around
We got rypped, like you got rypped
From the hand that is holding us down
5. Dead Precedence
Lyrics: Heath Alex, Steve Randall
The dead presidents are running your life.
Is that what you thought you liked
They show you how to love
And they show you how to hate
You’re witnessing the terror
That money has made
Government supplement the poor
With your tax repent
Government abandonment
Of your middle class
The dead presidents are running your life.
Is that what you thought you liked
They show you how to love
And they show you how to hate
You’re witnessing the terror
That money has made
Set up, from the beginning
We knew that we were going down
Down, like the martyrs who,
Who lost to a system that just wouldn’t listen
The dead presidents are running your life.
Is that what you thought you liked
They show you how to love
And they show you how to hate
You’re witnessing the terror dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead presidents,
Dead presidents, dead presidents,
Dead presidents, dead presidents,
Dead presidents, dead presidents,
There’ll come a day
When life won’t be lived a materialistic dance
And us left behind will be those
Politician’s giving hands
The dead presidents are running your life.
Is that what you thought you liked
They show you how to love
And they show you how to hate
You’re witnessing the terror
That money has made
Government supplement the poor
With your tax repent
Government abandonment
Of your middle class
The dead presidents are running your life.
Is that what you thought you liked
They show you how to love
And they show you how to hate
You’re witnessing the terror
6. Bad Weather
Lyrics: Heath Alex
Ten thousand times,
We’ve played on fear
The stage is set,
The show is near
This time it’s on,
We’re gonna bring it back to you
This is the place, the time is now,
And the feeling is so true
Ten thousand times,
We’ve shown what we can do
We break it down with grooves
That the soul can move to
This time it’s on,
We’re gonna bring it back to you
This is the place, the time is now,
And this music is so goddamn true
Ten thousand times,
Its come to me and you
Push turns to shove
And you’ve got no one to run to
It’s like having your own flag
And making yourself a name
And when it comes down to it,
It’s just another
Self taught game
Now the time has come,
There’s no returning from where we’ve gone
Innocent victims of musical crimes
That we’ve committed ten thousand times.
7. Johnny Trendkill
Lyrics: Heath Alex
Don’t tell him what to do,
He knows what it’s all about
Drinks and has tattoos,
But he’s got no doubts
‘bout what he wants to do
With the rest of his life
Skate and play guitar,
They call him “punk guy”
And they said he’d make the change
They said he’d do it,
But his life stayed the same
And you know when the time came
They tried to make him,
But his life stayed the same
Smoked cigarettes
And he walked 8th street
His parents didn’t like
The people that he’d meet
Then one day
He became a star
He joined this band
And they’d pack all the bars
And they said he’d make the change
They said he’d do it,
But his life stayed the same
And you know when the time came
They tried to make him,
But his life stayed the same
Right,
Sometimes it feels so right to be wrong
Sometimes it feels so right to be wrong
Punk guy says
That he don’t care
‘bout those people that he meets
Or the clothes they wear
And punk guy says
That he won’t try
To listen to the world
And its reasons why
And they said he’d make the change
They said he’d do it,
But his life stayed the same
And you know when the time came
They tried to make him,
But his life stayed the same
His life stayed the same
His life stayed the same
Sometimes it feels so right to be wrong
Sometimes it feels so right to be wrong
Sometimes it feels so right to be wrong
Sometimes it feels so right to be wrong
8. Rude Entry
Lyrics: Heath Alex
Now here’s a little song
That must be heard
It’s got a bit of rhyme
And some reason in its words
Trying to make its place in history
By outdoing all the others
With some class and speed
It started one day in this little room
Just us five bro’s and a hardcore tune
Making our place in history
With the rhyme, and the reason
And a thing called speed, right?
It’s this life we’re living.
We’re coming face to face
And we’re not stopping,
And this is what we say
Never imitating, never giving in,
Even if we loose
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
Never understanding, why we don’t turn our chin,
And we shout it out
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
We’re coming out fast
And we’re coming out strong
We ain’t trying to make
Just another love song
We make up these riffs,
Then we play them out live
And if you don’t like the pit,
Then you better run and hide
Cause it’s not about the money,
It’s all about the show
So fuck all the posers
And fuck the radio
Making our place in history,
By making real music,
The way it should be, right?
It’s this life we’re living,
We’re coming face to face
And we’re not stopping,
And this is what we say
Never imitating, never giving in,
Even if we loose
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
Never understanding, why we don’t turn our chin,
And we shout it out
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
It’s a war, let’s start it again
It’s a war we face everyday,
Tthe words I hear that you don’t say
Can’t you see it’s all a game
Never imitating, never giving in,
Even if we loose
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
Never understanding, why we don’t turn our chin,
And we shout it out
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
Never imitating, never giving in,
Even if we loose
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
Never understanding,
Who should and who should not
Just remember these words
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
Never intimidated and never giving in,
Even if we loose
It’s our job to keep hardcore at the top
9. Better Than That
10. No Radio
Lyrics: Heath Alex
Sit down and listen
Let me tell you about my plan
It’s this idea I have to be
The best I can
I don’t need no army
To help me break all those rules
I just need some rules to break
And a crowd to show it too
But enough of the talk
We’re not going down
It’s been a long strange trip,
After all the shit we’re still around
Trying all we can just to set it free
Keep telling myself that
I’m not burned out of the scene
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
I ain’t here to cause a revolution
And I ain’t here to be someone that I’m not
I ain’t here to make you have more enemies
A loss of power that is in my sight
But enough of the talk
We’re not going down
It’s been a long strange trip,
After all the shit we’re still around
Trying all we can just to set it free
Keep telling myself that
I’m not burned out of the scene
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me
Don’t force it
Don’t force it on me
Don’t force it, no
Don’t force it
Don’t force it on me, no
Don’t force it on me, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your…
I don’t need no radio to tell me who I am
I don’t need no T.V. to let me hear my band
Just remember one thing,
That I’m not good enough for you
Why you trying to steal,
What I’ve shown you how to do
But enough of the talk
We’re not going down
It’s been a long strange trip,
After all the shit we’re still around
Trying all we can just to set it free
Keep telling myself that
I’m not burned out of the scene
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me, no, don’t gimme your radio
Don’t force it on me
11. Fastest Spoken Lines and Years of Rotten Youth
Lyrics: Heath Alex
It’s the fastest spoken lines that let me read into your mind
It’s cool to be so blind, ‘cause it resolves you
If you’re promised royal truth through all those years of rotten youth
Then all those voices that speak, they will have spoken
And now it’s time for me to go, to get out on my own
To grow, to show, to let the feelings flow and never be alone
This may be a perfect white lie and yet I try to forget
Why the people scream and the money machine just won’t let me ahead
It’s the fastest spoken lines that let me read into your mind
It’s cool to be so blind, ‘cause it resolves you
If you’re promised royal truth through all those years of rotten youth
Then all those voices that speak, they will have spoken
But as I leave this place, it’s really not that bad
Through all these years I’m still here, now I’m never going back
And I won’t be held by demand and I won’t be afraid
To stick my middle finger up and say what I gotta say
It’s the fastest spoken lines that let me read into your mind
It’s cool to be so blind, ‘cause it resolves you
If you’re promised royal truth through all those years of rotten youth
Then all those voices that speak, they will have spoken
12. The Roach (Remix)
Lyrics: J. Michael
S. St. Onges
H. Alex
Intro Rap:
As I sit down to smoke my last roach
I think how many times have I toked
I can't count, I don't know why
I want to be stoned and so fuckin' high
Verse 1:
My lighter's dead, it's pissin' me off
I want to do the hit from hell, make me cough
Roll up a fat one and use two sheets
I want to burn one and get crispy
Verse 2:
Come by my house any Friday night
I like to party, like you know to get right
Bring a case, bring a bag,
Bring your face, but leave the hag
At home we're gonna party all night long
And get really fuckin' stoned
Verse 3:
I just bought a brand new bong, so call all
Buddies and make sure they all come along
Jamaican Gold Bud, Black African Hash,
You see it makes
No difference to me
What I got in my stash
Verse 4:
My brain like an egg is truly poached
And I'm not sure what to do with this big fat roach
I think I'll fire it up and have no doubt,
I'm gonna burn that puppy until it goes out
Burn my fingers, I really don't care
Because that kind of pain I swear
Makes my brain happy, very happy
13. Angel of Death (live)
Lyrics by: Scott St. Onge
Verse 1
Last ride down this road
Say goodbye, never comin' home
Pay with your life, sell your soul
Angel of Death takes control
Bridge 1
Time is near
You must live
With no fear
With no fear
Chorus
Watch out! Your life is short
Venom of death takes control
You can't escape, you're goin' down
Server of death makes no sound
Verse 2
It's too late, once you've paid the toll
Angel of Death takes control
Hovering in the dark cloud above
Waiting to cover you like a glove
To take you to the Prince of Darkness (spoken)
Verse 3
No need to hide your face
You cannot hide your disgrace
You lived your life in haste
Yeah, life was fun but what a waste
Open your eyes before it's too late
And the Angel of Death seals your fate
Guitar Solo
Verse 4
Run from the demons in your head
It won't be long, you'll be dead
Your life is gone, it went so fast
All your living is now in the past
Losing your mind, you're at wits end
Angel of Death is no friend
Bridge 2
Time is near
Time to die
With no fear
Angel of Death seeks your soul
Chorus
Wake up! Your time is now
Open wide, take your deadly vow
Large pill, hard to swallow
Thick as the mire, in which you wallow
The end for you is coming soon
Angel of Death, coming for you
Angel of Death (repeat to end)
14. No Radio (end)
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