Powerman 5000 Album

Yeah. Thanks a lot. Check it out, check it out: the name of the band is called Powerman 5000, right? If there's anything left, we got free shit to give away back in the t-shirt thing, so between bands, go get your free shit, right? Two more things. One: we got a record coming out in Febuary, Febuary 11th, so check it out. Please look out for it and buy it. Much appreciated. Secondly, shut the fuck up.

(C'mon!)

Well it's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)

Well the tables have turned, I've learned no hope
For the ones who live to extremes
I mean, six A.M. and no sleep yet
A home is a city of fear and threads

I grew up in the streets at night
Yeah, just tryin' to get it right
What you know that the flow
Is flown from the gutter

I go slow, yeah, as I know
That's the truth and I swear it's no joke
Cause time is all to real
When you're tired and broke

For the pain of the lies and the prejudice
Ya can't stop all the crapulous
From the ends of the earth to the ends of the street
Yeah, that's how ya meet

And when you're gone
You're gone ya see red
In the city of the dead

In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

Well it's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)
It's alright now (Okay)

Where is the hope when it's falling like a drunk
As I look around I see punks, yeah
Trying to make the move to improve
But the fuckin' word you lose

Though the grips getting tighter than ever
And that's a long time to never be found
Take a look around, yeah
Put my feet on the ground

But who I am ain't what I am
And what I am is where I am, yeah
I wanna know if you can get that
A home is a city straight up fact

Lost souls, they roam with no conscience
Arrive life to thrive on the nonsense
Back on words goes straight to your head
In the city of the dead

In the city, the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

In the city, the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
In the city, in the city of the dead
(Well it seems like a blocked, dead path)

The city of the dead runneth over with bullshit
Get ready for the hard hit, yeah
Got a head like a head for a radio
When your time comes in your head

You know you gotta go
Gotta know that you
Shouldn't over-simplifiy it
These are the rules, yeah, you can't deny it

Born and raised on a
One wa trip to hell
I'm on my way, hey
Can I get it, yeah

Check it out, the countdown has begun
4, 3, 2, 1 more time and I swear
It's over with a quickness
The city of the dead is a sickness

(People are coming from everywhere to get a touch from the lord)

Aw, yeah, now here's the situation
You gotta give a number, you're late for renovation
The grant is growing high, the shed's startin' to peel

I can't pay it 'cause I make 150 a week
Drink up, think up, you're sinkin' from the ground up
Slumlord, he laughs, the rat, like a rape or a hold up, fold up

The grass is always greener
But the money that he's makin'
That is makin' him-a scream-a

Let's get straight to the problem
Let's strike now, high brow
Whatcha gotta do to solve 'em

Somewhere your landlord, he's laughing
Pays every hundred for a room
On the street that's in fashion

Heat is obsolete, yeah, in the slumlord mind
But when you're payin' the rent
You better make it on time

You find your sad ass on the street
Makin' friends with the concrete

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord

(Yeah)
(Check it our now)

Abstract, intuitive, and calls very few it
In the style of rhyme, should I take it to the next line
From the grave comes a poison from the grapevine
From the poison of the mind and to the lifeline

Do it again from the mouth of a liar
Knowin' the things of pride to expire
Higher than this and low as a bottom

You're prayin' for life itself, but you got a
Weak start, weak hart, a raw deal
A thing you don't feel, but it's real

Livin' kinda low on the third floor
Mother fuckers beatin' down on the front door

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord

To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the lord
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain
To the lord, to the lord, to your brain, to the, to the
Hey, hey, hey, c'mom

Yeah
To my landlord
Yeah
Can't hit that hard
Yeah
Can't hit that hard
Yeah

(We've been given a new lease, a new warning from the landlord)

Goddamn, even Superman shot himself
Blew his mind couldn't save the wealth
Maybe he read the Sunday paper
Murder front page death and rape

I can't see through the haze of the hazy
It's the little things that drive a man crazy
You know what I mean I know why he did it
Too slow to outwit it, get it
His cape was red, but so was his blood
Man of steel fell with a thud

Taken out by a villain who's willin' to stand in line
And do the time you hated 'cause life brings death that life has created

And do you understand when I say it's the little things that break the man
By the way are you feeling it bit by bit
Piece by piece they're stealing it
Bite the dust hit the deck they're dealing it
You've got to give it up

Sometimes I feel so stupid
Sometimes I feel so low
Sometimes I think of all the things that I'll never know
Sometimes I don't know what to do
But most motherfuckers don't have a clue

Open your eyes see out the inside the point of the point of the point
you can't hide from the shit that's all around funky ghetto of the mind
that brings you down
Can't shake it 'til you give it up, sell your soul, or don't give a fuck

Takin' you out superhero style your finger's on the trigger
Wishing you were bigger all the while you've got the soul with rigor mortis
Like Travis Bickle said, "Suck on this"
You've got the soul with rigor mortis
Suck on this
The grip on the neck and the snake bite kiss

Thank you. You guys are alright, you guys are alright. Hey, who woulda thought, who woulda thought...who woulda thought, man. It's much better playing here than Los Angeles, that's for sure. It seems to me the capital of cool ain't so cool anymore, I don't know.

Wait a minute
Let's be friends, come on
Come on
Let's be friends
Don't listen to them
Shut the hell up

Ya got feet but I seem so well, hell,
Cause with fire, I can't retire to a shell
You hear what I tell, didja hear what I tell
You gotta bring him through ya finger, exhale

Take me sooner so there ain't no doubt
That the heavier sleeper sleeps without
An angel to justify your dreamin'
Before you settle down, because you must be seein'

The many, the mirror
Well check it out, superhero
The fear of life and your ass is
What's gettin' nearer (yeah)

Ask yourself who and you ask yourself why
Look yourself in the eye

It ain't where you're from, it ain't where ya at
It's what ya do and what ya gotta do is the the fact of the matter
My tounge is my life, so I chatter
You're scarin' yourself and so you scatter

Rain that sat right out on the bed just with
Did he learn, just might this ever end
Tryin' to find a crumpet
You're wonderin' why you're not it

Actions speak louder than words, so they're nonstop
Drop to your knees, you gotta minute to play,
A second to die
Fortify yourself and you fortify the lie

Ask yourself who and you ask yourself why
Look yourself in the eye

In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye
To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys
In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, check it out now)

You're like the land of the lost
At what cost can you deal with it
I suggest you get real with it

Look yourself in the eye, yeah, is it bloodshot
Nearly believin' once it's not, are you not, are you not
Afraid to look deeper, don't fear the reaper
Wake up, wake up, wake up, when you're asleep

Walker, shit-talker, I know you're feelings are deep
'Cause you fear the night stalker
In the E-Y-E, see clearly
Kiss your own cheek, 'cause I don't want you near me
And I see right through ya, yeah, and this is gonna do enough

In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye
To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys
In the eye, in the eye
Look yourself in the eye
In the eye, in the eye
To what, the where, the who, the how, the whens, and the whys

(In the eye, in the eye)
(Check it out, check it out, in the eye, in the eye)
(In the eye, in the eye)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in the eye, in the eye)

C'mon!

That's the way it's gotta be
The earth Vs. Me

Tales of an ordinary madness
Who's to blame, I mean for all
The sadness could it be the
Enemy within or just them
I blame them who is the one
That's kickin' your ass
Who is the one that's on your
Back Stabbin' the soul twister
Turn your miss into a mystery, I see
That's the way it's gotta be
The earth Vs. Me
Well, I can dig it yeah I'll rise
Above it all
Never, never, never takin' the fall

Well the thoughts that I think
Are paranoid
The thoughts that I think I
Think I can't avoid
I swear they're out to get me,
But get me not 'cause I'm ready
For the fight see
Trapped in a conscious state
Of mind of separation
Stickin' to kickin' the facts
From the songs of Alienation

Stickin' to kickin' the facts
Stickin' to kickin' the facts
Stickin' to kickin' the facts
From the songs of Alienation
Some people were meant to be
Left alone so step off

Step one - dehumanize
Step two - is when you realize
Step three - humiliate
Step Four - recreate

All wheels on the car from a 1990 truck
The one brain in your head
It's in there for good luck

When two go in and one and one comes out
Two go in and one comes out
It's 1925 and I walk the line

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer

Fourteen out of twenty-four days
The sixty-third, I won't get paid (hey)
I'm fifty feet away from the crap
A minute to break, I'm taking a dive

Judge on a scale from one to ten
Not in the front and not on the end
And when I get up in the mix
I come all undone

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer
Put the hammer down

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer
Put the hammer down

One second, one second of humanity
Where it could be, but it ain't even close
And if you ask me, I don't wanna be
Everyday, everyday, everyday be

But I need a sick one
Nothing to spend, nothing equal
Every question is less than ample
But you never know, yeah, you never,

You never
You never

(Yeah! Hey!)

When two go in and one and one comes out
Two go in and one comes out
It's 1925 and I walk the line

Put the hammer
Put the hammer down
Put the hammer
Put the hammer down (hey)

(Yeah!)

(Put the hammer down)

Get up
I'm staying here 'cause I'm fed up
I spend all my time on rhymes

But it just ain't enough, let's kick it out to the abstract
'Cause I'm right on track

And get it a little bit constricting, yeah, I need some uplifting
Too many time's I've found myself drifting

A lot of it's pure, but it comes out a toxin, I'm dead locked in, I'm dead locked in
They're burnin' in water, but I'm drowning in flames

Take it upon yourself, what you see is what you gotta plan
Make one now, like I know that you did
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We're gettin' solid

I woke up in a scene that was bleak and
I knew upon death as I was speakin'
Seems I was surrounded by the meek and
I knew that the shit could not be weakened

Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Make one now, like I know that you did
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, yeah, right
We're gettin' solid
Alright, alright, okay

Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind

We're gettin' solid altogether, here we go
Gettin' involved with all the dumb shit goin' down
I make a sound in the dirt, I was born to raise the static
You wish you could, you never had it

Always wanna hang, but you just get hung
Always wanna climb, but you're on the first trunk
Sung like a true trouble maker, speaker
Move and you know I won't go save ya

Gettin' even ain't enough, revenge is the thing
That I bring with the rough stuff
Make one now like I know that you did
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, yeah
We're gettin' solid
Yeah
We're gettin' solid
Yeah, right, yeah, right

Take it to the end dead
Take it to the end
Take it to the dead end

Check the man on the corner
Who could it be, I can’t see
Cause his face is covered with a hood

I should and I could of expected
My life was disconnected
The darker it gets the better I feel
The less I see the more things seem real
I move on, the hate I feel is to strong
Connection, is made from the inner yeah
I’m stayin true but still I’m made to look like
A sinner who stole the soul of me

I broke the mold

Roll, I roll, I roll with the punches
Got nothing but to move (? )
And I find that yeah

Take it to the end dead
Take it to the end
Take it to the dead end

The (? ) and the creature with a happy face
Glad to see you run when you run in place
Glad to see your ass when your lost in space
The final punch here is here yeah

Stranger in a strange land
Is what I chose for myself
I think the choice was right
For my mental heath
Cuz now no one will follow me yeah
Now no one will follow me

And if they do

They’re sure to get lost in the haze
I got maze after maze after maze after maze
It’s amazing it’s all in the brain
So get your ass some water
Cuz the shit is now blazing

Check yourself
Put yourself in check
Free your mind
Then you come correct
I expect to give what I get
And get what I give
And I know that you jet
When I step
Life’s around for the fool yeah
Find ya lost yeah
Your brain by the bruise
I ain’t givin
No disrespect
Just find my space and I disconnect
I disconnect
I disconnect
Yeah

And I burn for 25 years

Hey, there's a face out in the crowd right back there that looks like trouble. There's a face right over there, he looks like trouble. There's a face, right, right down here, he definately looks like trouble. There's some faces right in the front here,definately look like some fucking trouble. And some faces right over there, I know those fuckers look like trouble. And there's one guy right back there. He ain't so bad; he's alright.

12:32 just in time before we go
Race cars fast but cool yeah they walk slow
Blood from your nose better believe'll get ya messy
Yeah I tell no lie I direct it like Scorcese
No speed limit check it out down on that street
The soundtrack is live garaunteed with a phat beat
Gotta be like that if ya' want satisfaction
And if they ask ya' what, tell'em file under action

Flames in hollywood will get you good as human road kill
Thirty stories down take a fly off the window sill
You wanna kick some ass and get it on just like James Bond
The closest you can get is fuckin' it up in some rock song
Dressed at the show with a crude decapitation
'cause an oprah show, the trend is sweeping the nation

It's gotta be like that if you want satisfaction
And if they ask you what, tell 'em file under action
Gotta file under action
Gotta file under action

Go mind for mind Sugar Ray versus Durant
Got the hands of stone they'll knock you out yeah cause that is the plan
High speed chase on the tracks of the subway
Get the jewels, get the money, yeah 'cause this is the dog day
Now the reign of truth just like a game of rollerball
Nothin' clears your head like ninety miles an hour into a brick wall

It's gotta be like that if you want satisfaction
And if they ask you what, tell 'em file under action
Gotta file under action
Gotta file under action
Gotta file under action

Stand up, yeah
You've got to manage
And I won't sympathize
Anymore

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

You're alright, yeah
There's nothing wrong, nothing wrong
Self sufficience please
And get to work

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

(An army of me, yeah)

You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue squad
Is too eshausted

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me, an army of me

An army of me
An army of me
An army of me
An army of me

(Yeah!)

Get up
I'm standing here 'cause I'm fed up
I spend all my time on rhymes

But it just ain't enough, let's kick it out to the abstract
'Cause I'm right on track

And get a little bit constricting, yeah, I need some uplifting
Too many times I've found myself drifting

A lot of it's pure, but it comes out a toxin, I'm dead locked in, I'm dead locked in
They're burnin' in water but I'm drowning in flames

Take it upon yourself, what you see is what you gotta plan
Make one now, like I know that you did, solid
We're gettin' solid

I woke up in a scene that was bleak and
I knew upon death as I was speakin'
Seems I was surrounded by the meek and
I knew that the shit could not be weakened

Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Make one now, like I know that you did, solid
We're gettin' solid

(Yeah)

Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind
Solid is the brain, solid is the grind
Solid is the pain, solid is the state of mind

We're gettin' solid altogether, here we go
Gettin' involved with all the dumb shit goin' down
I make a sound in the dirt, I was born to raise the static
You wish you could, you never had it

Always wanna hang, but you just get hung
Always wanna climb, but you're on the first trunk
Sung like a true trouble maker, speaker
Move and you know I won't go save ya

Gettin' even ain't enough, revenge is the thing
That I bring with the rough stuff
Make one now like I know that you did, solid
Yeah, yeah
We're gettin' solid
We're gettin' solid
Yeah
We're gettin' solid

What's that sound that
(Powerman, Powerman)
What's that sound that
(Powerman, 5000)
What's that sound that
(Powerman 5000)
What's that sound that you heard

What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Powerman 5000)
What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Powerman 5000)
What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Poweman 5000)

What's that sound that you heard
What's that noise
(This is Powerman 5000)

What's that sound that
What's that sound that
What's that sound
What's that sound
What's that
What's

(Yeah, yeah)

20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell
Where the weather's hotter I could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like I was born to be misunderstood

20 miles to Texas!! 25 to Hell!!
20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell

I was born for stealing I wasn't made to sell
Carved out of bone and ash, steel, dirt, concrete
An arm for an arm a leg for a leg
One dead end street

20 miles to Texas!! 25 to Hell!! Fire's on the side of the road people toe to toe
Warm your hands on burning blood
I gotta go... go!!
20 miles to Texas, 25 to Hell

If she ever loved me, I could never tell
Spend most of my days doing nothing but no good
Seems like I was born to be misunderstood

[Where are you gonna go?
Where are you gonna run?
Where are you gonna hide?
Nowhere, 'cause there's no one, like you, left]
I can hear you, but I can't see you
I know what you want, but I wouldn't wanna be you
Yeah
I got the truth in the stating that reality
Is PM5K specialty

Flame on, flame off, blood is in the veins
Be strong, be strong, going through the brain
Strain for some power, but the power ain't free see
What you gotta do with, what you gotta be

If you choose to hide then it's hidden
If you chose to ride then its ridden
Scoop up the bottom that is right next to nothing
You gotta blame yourself if you gotta blame something

Misery born in the brain like a bad seed
And when I scream Godspeed to mislead
Flies to the period right is the wrong
Strike the match, flame on

Flame on!
Yeah!
Flame on!
Flame on!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Jump on you skull cause the rain is getting heavy yeah
The furrier where was your face (?)
Scarier then ever before, exit through the door
And add that to another, yeah they wanting more
Of your pain its a strain
But myself, I still remain
I create (?)

Now here is a man that wouldn't take it anymore
Ran it through your skull once, so I run it once more

If you choose to hide then it's hidden
If you chose to ride then its ridden
Scrape up the bottom that is right next to nothing
You gotta blame yourself if you gotta blame something

Flame on!
Yeah!
Flame on!
Flame on!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

A profit
A poet
A pusher
You know it
Slow it down

We going underground
No time to reconcile
It's super hero style
Unbelievable, unbeatable
Some people call me evil
Though I will not be
Constricted by
The thoughts of another
Then tend to smother

True force completely
It's never discreetly
You have a nice day
Please to meet me
History or hell
I will accept with out a scratch
Never heard a word
Just a blur
Strike the match

Now what if my eyes rolled back in my head
And turned blood red
Fire from a bolt came down then there wouldn’t
Then there wouldn’t be

A choice or a voice to say what I said (that’s what I said)
Now what if my soul stretched out for a mile
The shadow of some fool get disguised by some style
While the fear of a few grow up in a pile
Your never gonna see me smile

Now what if the ground opened up as to swallow?
Would you jump in, would you follow
Now what if
What if my word was so deadly
Brains would explode from the medley
Now what if

Now what if!
Now what if

Now what if my skin it turned green
Pitch forked tongue over hauled hot like a machine
Steel plated, I never waited
To pursue all I knew that I hated

Now what if I grew up a thousand foot high
Six million pounds, how would you classify
Your comply, now would you say that I horrify

Now what if some wings bust out of my back
You’ll see a demon on a raging attack
Now what if
What if my word was so deadly
Brains would explode from the medley
Now what if

Now what if!
Now what if
Now what if!
Now what if

The truth is like scraps
Were you beggin for some answers
You bop, weave, and such to circumstances
I can know that beat is the job of the drummer
Goin straight to hell 82 like joe strummer
Rock the casaba, I see farm advise not a distance
A push is not a pull without resistance

Now what if I were
Now what if I was

Now what if!
Now what if
Now what if!
Now what if

Like a kung fu maniac drunk on the blood of a thousand victims
My case in point is I don't have a system
No need to knock them down
What's that sound or uplift them, yeah
Well maybe in space no one can hear you scream
Now is it yourself or is it a team
Think fast 'cause you might get caught while you're asleep
The forces of evil run deep, they're so deep

Gettin' organizized
Gettin' organizized
Get Get Get-in' organizized
Gettin' organizized
Gettin' organizized
Get Get Get-in' organizized

Confusion is the heart of stability
Stability is the heart and soul of insanity
It's going, it's going what's going's got you gone
There ain't nothing' here so move along
When it rains it pours it pours, it rains insanely
Logic is the strength of the truth but the pain sees it all
I'd tell you why but I cannot recall

Gettin' organizized
Gettin' organizized
Get Get Get-in' organizized
Gettin' organizized
Gettin' organizized
Get Get Get-in' organizized

Possessions possess they kill you distress
I know what's here and that is a mess
When you recreate the fact, you recreate the factual
What was never here becomes the actual
Seven thousand words scripted out in rhyme
And I've got some too but in the meantime I'll step
from the flow 'cause that is my way
I know what's when hey what can I say