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Song of the Day Linkin Park Faint

by Integrated Fitness on September 23, 2011

 

 

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact
That everyone can see these scars

I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
But it’s like no matter what I do
I can’t convince you to just believe this is real

So, I let go watchin’ you, turn your back
Like you always do, face away and pretend that I’m not
But I’ll be here ’cause you are all that I’ve got

I can’t feel the way I did before, don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored, time won’t heal this damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored

I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
‘Cause you don’t understand, I do what I can
But sometimes I don’t make sense

I am what you never want to say but I’ve never
Had a doubt, it’s like no matter what I do
I can’t convince you for once just to hear me out
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/linkin-park-lyrics/faint-lyrics.html ]

So, I let go watchin’ you, turn your back
Like you always do, face away and pretend that I’m not
But I’ll be here ’cause you are all that I’ve got

I can’t feel the way I did before, don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored, time won’t heal this damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored

No, hear me out now, you’re gonna listen to me
Like it or not, right now, hear me out now
You’re gonna listen to me like it or not, right now

I can’t feel the way I did before
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored

I can’t feel the way I did before, don’t turn your back on me
I won’t be ignored, time won’t heal this damage anymore
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored

I can’t feel, I won’t be ignored, time won’t heal
Don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored

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Pump you Up Song: Till I collapse by Eminem

by Integrated Fitness on September 22, 2011

 

[Intro:]
‘Cause sometimes you feel tired,
feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up
and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.

[B/W Intro:]
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left

[Verse #1:]
Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them
Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.
Subliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop.
Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.
Your coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck.

[Chorus - NateDogg]
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out – am I high? Perhaps
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.

[Verse #2:]
Music is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when your real
and you spit and people are feeling your shit.
This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it
cause you may never get it again.
So while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can
and when your run is over just admit when its at its end.
Cause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in.
I got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in.
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me.
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy, so when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.
That’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me.
Even though half you people got a fucking problem with me.
You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me
The press’s wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me.

[Chorus - NateDogg]

[Verse #3:]
Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart
what is he thinking? How not to go against me? Smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.

[Chorus - NateDogg]

[Outro:]
[Eminem & Natedogg Echo:]
Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out from underneath me

[Eminem:]
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.

 

 

Thanks To Anthony Dinino and Dan Gerber for the Recommendation

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Song of the Day to get you Pumped up “Remember the Name”

by Integrated Fitness on September 21, 2011

Lyrics

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we’re all about
It’s like this y’all (c’mon!)

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! – He doesn’t need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it’s the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It’s not about the salary
It’s all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story – makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak’s pickin it up! let’s go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone’s help, to get some respect
He’s only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It’s just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would’ve thought that he’d be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, “Name Of The Game”
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock’s through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he’s spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he’s hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He’s a prick, he’s a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda’s takin over the globe
He’s got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid’s throat

Tak! – He’s not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he’s got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he’s livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He’ll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike – Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he’s never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I’ve seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It’s like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda – Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

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