transcribed by Joe (From The Pub)
contributions and corrections by Anonymous, TheReturnOfThe, AKA NOTORIOUS and turntableterrorist for genius.com
some Cockni O'Dire parts transcribed by 5C51

01. Just Look Around (Sick Of It All remixed by House Of Pain), 1993
02. Over There Shit (Over There, I Don't Care Demo), 1994
03. Irish Pride, 1994
04. Intro Interlude, 1996
05. Reachin' Out, 1996
06. Same Ol' Game (aka Same Ole Game), 1996
07. 3 Stones (aka 3rd Stone/Rock From The Sun), 1996
08. Womb To The Tomb, 1996
09. Choose Your Poison Remix, 1996



Just Look Around Remix

[intro, Pledge of Allegiance excerpt (sample)]
In a nation under God
Indivisible
With liberty
And justice for all

[Lou Koller]
Yeah
The question they keep asking me
How can one so young be so bitter and angry?
Well, the answer is plain to see
Maybe if they weren't so blind they'd see what I see
I see the homeless livin' out on the street
On every corner they're asking for money
I try to help them whenever I can
But sometimes I can't afford to help myself
I see diseases and modern plagues of our times
The greed of our leaders has made them blind
To our problems, they spend millions overseas,
People right here are fightin' wars everyday

I see the whites that hate the blacks
Blacks against the jews (why?), race against religion
And they're all too blind to see

[Everlast]
I saw the homeless man beggin'
He's got half a leg and
He used to be a soldier
The sign that he's holdin'
Says "times are hard"
Can you please kick me down
Before you turn your back
Just take a look around

[Lou Koller]
When we fight each other it puts all of them at ease
It keeps us so busy, so they can do what they please
Election time comes and they're out for votes
That's when you see and hear from them the most
This is what they're calling a "democracy"
That's just another word for hypocrisy
We keep fallin' for the bait
And when we realize, it's always too late

I see the whites that hate the blacks
Blacks that hate the jews, brother against brother
And they're all too blind to see
Too blind

Why don't you
Open up your eyes, so you can see
Open up your ears, so you can hear
(repeated)

As the rich get richer, the poor goin' hungry
I've seen the toll it takes on the workingman's family
Education system that's obsolete
Can't hold a kid's interest or keep 'em off the street
See a father's fear, hear a mother's cry
What kind of a nation lets their children die?
Government's corrupt and full of red tape
Then you're gonna ask me why I hate

[Lou Koller with rhymes doubled by Everlast]
Why don't you
Open up your eyes, so you can see
Open up your ears, so you can hear
(repeated)
Take a look around and you will find
Take a look around and you will find out why

[outro: Everlast]
'Cause I'm sick of it all
Yeah, I'm sick of it all
You know I'm sick of it all



Over There Shit (Over There, I Don't Care Demo), 1994

Ladies and Gentlemen (sample, repeated)

Here's the new shit I'm on we can all get along
But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong
And I don't need a gang to do it, I creep solo
Beat ya till ya dead, put out ya freakin' head
That's how I do because I'm sick like that
And you'll get kicked like that If ya fakin' the funk
I got a trunk full of beats and a head full of rhymes
I got stains on my sheets from all the good times
That I spent with ya hookers some were good lookers
And some were just stunts after too many blunts
Ya gotcha arm around ya girl but don't make me laugh kid
Gettin' steam pressured your girl's schemin' on the grafted
Jail faced Celt, backed up catch a welt
From the buckle of my belt now tell me how that felt

[hook]
Oooh, I'm on some of the over there shit (3x)
I'm on some milky I don't care shit
I don't care

It's the return of the livin' dead
Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin'
Ask any girl I'm stickin'
Back once again, I never shot no heroin
Or hit the glass pipe, ass wipe stop the rumor
I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
I'll leave your shit all swollen
Get off my dick 'cause thick is how I'm rollin'
The Soul Assassinator'll get ya open like a crator
I'm down with psycho Vader 'cause I'm flava' like a plate a'
Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set
Don't do nothin' you'll regret because you'll end up gettin' wet like water
I'm out for slaughter, cops lock up your daughter

[hook]

I rock it page style 'cause freed damaged ya
If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya
We got the Funkdoobie in the House
With the Mickey Mouse
I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse
I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft
I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off
Pullin' on the trigger, ain't nuthin brave
But I'm a sick fucker like a red-neck trucker
And I just might buck ya down, you're starin' down my barrell
So ya jump around, ya try to get away
But I'm too quick to pull so don't try to gas me
Punk, my tank's full, I ain't got the time
I don't need the fuel, punk we can duel
I'll take ya ass to school then break down the lesson
Here's the pop quiz, I get's top billin', you can ask Giz

[hook]

[outro]



Irish Pride

[intro: sample]
High on a hilltop near your home, there stands a dilapidated old mansion.
Some say the place is haunted, but you don't believe in such myths. One
dark and stormy night, a light appears in the top most window in the tower
of the old house. You decide to investigate and you never... turn up.

Well, it's the kid who brought the pride of the Irish back
I'm spreadin' phat rhymes like as if I was black
You caught a beat 'cause you played the punk role
Mom and Pop watch ya gonna shift from the soul
So I'm gonna take you out just like a first date
Watch me violate, watch me demonstrate
The mad tanic skills to get the bills paid
I'm true to the trade, the flu is like the plague
But I grab the guitar, started up pickin' and strummin'
Then I started whistlin' and drummin'
Next came the bass line followed by the drum kick
My name's Everlast honey 'cause I don't come quick
I last longer than a copper top battery.
You lack skills kid please drop the flattery
Get of my dilsnic, I split the bills quick
Rollin' like nector, you wanna fight her
So don't fuck around and bring your hoe
I'll hit that bitch like I was Ridick Bowe
I got my shellieghly, I got my gun
I put heads out daily and I never run

[hook, x4]
Everlast is comin', the funky drummers drummin'
Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish style

You better run, hide, slip and slide
But don't fuck around with that Irish pride
The last one died talkin' all that crap
Yo, he couldn't adapt I pulled him straight off the map
That's how I'm doin' it because y'all be doin' it
The only needle my arm was tatooin' it
I roll to the show on my iron horse
So you hopin' nature takes it's course
So fuck the Source 'cause I don't read it
It's a fashion mag and hiphop don't need it
And if you're believin' everything you read
Then the bullshit rags fuckin' with your head

[hook, x4]

Just like Pearl Jam you know my flows even
I'm scary like King but yo, my name ain't Steven
Broaden the appearal I rock fly apparel
I got a bow and arrow I'll take your bow narrow
Make a knife handle, skin you like tanucka (...)
Then run you down like my name was Larry Zunka
Who used to be a Dolphin down in Miami
Played me too close and I pulled out my hammy
You know I get funky like the Groovy Ghoulies
Why you steppin' to me tryin' to make some movies
Askin' my scissors, I'm gonna cut the head
Borrow off my style kid, but you got no credit
I said it, I meant it, I meant what I said
Steppin' up talkin' shit and I'll bite off your head
I got no dread but I puff boom
Because my lifes like that of Daniel Boone (...)

[hook, x3]



Intro Interlude

Right now
Live and direct
From the Velvet Room
On the corner of Pico and Wilcox
The House Of Pain
Live at the Coconut Lounge
One night only
8 PM
Tips are welcome
Hahahaha
Tip the waitresses fellas
They work hard for a livin'
Now as we bring to the stage
Let's have a real warm Coconut Lounge welcome for:
Divine Styler, Cockni O'Dire, Everlast, Danny Boy, DJ Lethal
The House Of Pain



Reachin' Out

[Everlast]
I say, hey, baby doll
You swing your shit like a wreckin' ball
5 foot 11 inches tall
Dark brown eyes, caramel skin
I ain't seen you all my life, sugar, where you been
Tell me, who's your friend, 'cause this is my man
So won't you set it off between 'em love 'cause that's the plan
Hook your friend with my man
Come sit in my lap
I'll listen to ya yap then
I'll bust my rap
I'll size up your gap
You size up my bone
It's thick and meaty like a hot calzone
Fresh out the oven with the all night lovin'
I'll freak the styles you like but don't get from your husband
And when I call just tell em' I'm your cousin
I got a dozen cousins just like you

[hook: Cockni O'Dire]
Reaching out to all princess and queens
...All di nasty gal pickin up and nice enough in the scene
...Pamela, Madonna and the one named Maxine, uh
...Joanna, Monique and the girl named Irene
...Keep ya mind dirty but ya body clean

[Divine Styler]
And like the other jam, let's keep the doors shut
Your nut to mine, I murder thrust with no cut
I've never been sucked from neck back to butt
Hand cuffs and snuff as I watch you strutt
To the window your lay out with your silhouette
Then you bend low, lift my crack to my chest
I defend my manhood and cold represent
I command my sex with the harmony tense
Mystery's designed to quake the dove stew
Destiny's blessin me when I arrive D infects the C
You do me so slow I blaze your D
I nickname you lunar beam LSD
I be eyein' any queen who wish to see
If you can dissect me in my scientific scene
Sicko, baby I'm real
Red bone steel and Cherokee appeal

[hook: Cockni O'Dire]

[Everlast]
Hey shorty earth piece
Stop me dead
Had to cease in my tracks
Run up and ask
At any time in your life have you been blessed
No need to second guess
You be bangin' like that dress
Hangin' off your frame
If it's all the same
Let me throw ya my game
Hit ya for your name
Plus your area code
I might overload
But I won't explode, baby doll, until your ready
My name ain't Crazy Legs, hon, but I can rock it steady
Blowin' up the spot like J. Paul Getty

[hook: Cockni O'Dire]



Same Ol' Game

I'll get your dome piece open just like a New York Deli
I'm mad cool like Art Fonzarelli, you seen him on the telly with Ralph The Mouth
I rock the East, West, North and South
Without a doubt I've been known to turn the party out
You want clout let me show you what it's all about
'Cause I can give it up more than Modanna
You want the plea it's 'not guilty' your honor
'Cause I can rock it all kinds of live ways like my man Dennis Miller does it on Friday's
I get closer than the Nine Inch Nails 'cause I'm the opposite of the definition of stale
I'm fresher than the lettuce in your produce section
If you come to get us you better bring protection
I can rock a Texan, I can rock an Asian, I can rock the spectrum from Black to Caucasian

[hook, x5]
It's just the same ole same ole blazey blah
Sippin' on a forty and puffin' la

I've got the sound byte that'll get you uptight
You wanna diss then there might be a fist fight
I measure '10' on the Richter scale
So call me Moby Dick and watch the great white whale
You can play to Ishmale but you're doomed to fail
And if you didn't know you better read the tale
'Cause I get mail everytime I play, and I can take it uptown J. Disco's way
And I can take it back down through the depths of hell
And blow up the spot like an artillery shell
'Cause I been all the way to the grave and back
And mad crews are comin' out soundin' crazy whack

[hook] (x5)

I'm sicker than aid sores with band aids
If my eyes are bloodshot I just put on my shades
I never got good grades 'cause I was actin' the fool
Duckin' out my school, hidin' smokin' the woo
And I never knew the plague until it claimed my cousin
I acted like he wasn't, but junkies come a dime a dozen
I seen the needle and the damage done, a syringe in the vein is like a loaded gun
In your mouth blowin' out the backside of your mental
The only records they can verify are your dental
The instrumental is my forum, and when I rock the mic I do it with poise and decorum

[hook] (x5)



3 Stones



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Womb To The Tomb

[intro: Everlast]
From the womb to the tomb
From birth to dust

[hook, x2: Everlast - Divine Styler]
From the womb to the tomb
- Birth to dust
And from the Earth to the Moon
- The woman I trust
And from the sea to the sky
- I see reflection
And from the brain to the eye
- Another soul blessed on

[Everlast]
From the Celtic tribes in the Highland Plains
I'll hit you with the quickness like Bad Brains
I ain't blowin' no spikes, no queers, no dykes
Just a pale faced cracker in the "High Top" Knights
Done bustin' mics, we smoke cannibus
And if it's God's day off, in the cig I trust
You don't think I'll bust, you don't know my style
I got kids that'll hit ya on the low profile
I been from 248 to East New York
My Earth don't wear swine, I don't eat pork
Off no rusty fork or no silver spoon
Put down your silver platter, kid come check the data
My crews chalk full of free information
It's Jihad, Maccabee the destination
Glory be to God, one more prostration
The root 'n foundation of civilization

[hook, x2]

[Divine Styler]
Makin' shit happen, transition to casual mooves
I'm livin' revelations, for real (spiritual?)
I unroll the mythical chronic, keep an airborne stash
To make Divine's stein shine in this killa rhyme clash
Now seven false gods, (c'mon) step through the temple
Loose joints tremble, a brother said I resemble
The teachings of Jesus, they sat down and said teach us
The illest earthly dreams of drama, homicide schemes
I said brother mind want cream, but brothers I see green
Of a once warm flesh to arrest their beast
Nevertheleash, a bigger piece to go up in you with no grease
Then the priest all became one sun light and beamed
And blessed on the DNA, legacy and me

[hook, x2]

[Divine Styler]
My teacher teaches the wickedness, out of my slickness
My mentor be kicking the shit out my physical
Ridiculous duels and ridiculous deals
Make a brother wanna clap some chromey and steel
My finger on the trigger, just the need for real
I sit in purgatory, tryin' to break Seven Seals
Nine house deep, I see nine of me, creep
To Divine, I mean seek, to put nine of me to sleep
I exhaust my existence, the pain is persistent
My mind got to quit this, I'm on my own hitlist
I delegates the fourty states to parallelism

[Everlast]
If knowledge is the essence of every man
Link him up with his wisdom so they understand
No matter who you be, set your culture free
'Cause it's the final hour, time to refine your power
We're all equal, livin' man is God
You can't destroy what I built, 'cause I'm born to be killed
That's my cipher, my atom is a spear in a square
'Cause I'm here and I'm there from the sea to the air

[hook, x2]

[outro: Everlast]
All praise is due to Allah, the most gracious
The most merciful, the most benevolent
Master of the Day of Judgment, keep us all well
Killa Rhyme Klik
Yes man, all praise and glory is due to you
Ah, Divine Styler, Cockni O'Dire, DJ Lethal, Everlast
J. Disco, Danny Boy, Frank Fiend
Ah, Killa Rhyme Klik



Choose Your Poison (Remix)

[Everlast]
Like this, haha, Cockni O'Dire, Everlast, Killa Rhyme Klik
Check it out, make your shit sick

I got rhymes finesse, I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins
I got ryhmes kid, your crew ain't got no wins
So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby, get your ears boxed
I'll kill y'all just like I was smallpox
I kill your livestock like I was anthrax
Cut off your head like a chicken with the head axe

Take some Zanax, get on the Prozac, get off the bozac
My anti-depresent, is the star in the present
Style that I'm stressin', I got more blessin'
By the Lord, he blessed me, 'cause I'm a sinner
And when I was in Jersey, J's mom had me over for dinner
She cooked me wontons and courried lamb
And when I ate it all up I said, "thank you m'am"
So next on the mic is Cockni O'Dire here's a fuckin' phat dread
So, yo, kumbaya

[Cockni O'Dire]
Warn them, and hear what I test
Put dem in the rubbish, in the ashes
Sweep it up, keep on the flow like that
Cockni's the slim youth whose still fat
Because guns I got when it time to make the move
Coolie Cockni don't talk no bull
Shitted when I talk on the mic
Quit it, I sit it with my crew the Killa Rhyme Klik
Pussy claat get shot, never get licked
Fuck a beating, ready for murdering
Ready for putting you in the underground
With my sound that's thicker
Than a motherfucker who tries to talk quicker
What you want huh you, pussy hoe
Try test, nigga I'll take ya soul
Put it on like a fuckin fur coat, fuck a saying
No matter, Just follow my note and my thought
What the fuck yar talk hoe, yes i'm cussing
Busting rhymes like this without the rush
Cos i'm never ushin'
Say what I feel cos its real
Cockni got mad skill and ya see that my D-style
Chillin' in the act, I need to fuck up some fat stacks

[Everlast (outro, fade out)]
Word up, Killa Rhyme Klik baby, what be goin' on (x2)
I be puffin' on a cigerette, sippin' on the Light
I'm rockin' on this mic and I'm about to get nice
Cockni O'Dire and my man...