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Albums:

The Key, the Secret: The Very Best of Urban Cookie Collective (Urban Cookie Collective) · The Very Best of Urban Cookie Collective (Urban Cookie Collective) · Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia/Seven Tales for Urban Australia (The Dandy Warhols) · Return To My Cookie Mountain (TV on the Radio) · Cookie Jar (Gym Class Heroes) · Cookie Thumper! (Die Antwoord) · Cookie: The Anthropological Mixtape [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Me'Shell Ndegéocello) · Cookie Jar (Gym Class Heroes) · Cookie: The Anthropological Mixtape (Me'Shell Ndegéocello) · Cookie: The Anthropological Mixtape (Me'Shell Ndegéocello) – and 90 other albums »


Help me hate the world
Own and love my life

Why am I alive?
Urban Wonderland
By the fence I stand
In and out of hand
I'm sorry I can't accept your paranoid rant
And I don't want the Neiman Marcus cookie recipe
Won't you kindly refrain 'cause it's hurting my brain
friends that have died
And from those who have gone down in life that just never tried
Life is just too short I realize that now
I'm gonna get my shit
real 
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?

So, is your music considered the voice of urban America 
Or America period? 

I mean,
real 
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?

So, is your music considered the voice of urban America 
Or America period? 

I mean,
The signals and the codes 
The numbers and the traps
Of an urban landscape 
Make me think about H
ow our life is ruled 
By nobodies 
Life is
Hiding from demons
In urban daylight
Knowing that they'll be here soon

Confusion and bruises
And scars left for life
When physical evidence fades
leads to you!

(i've grown over, I roll over)
I crawl over my life of honour
All these children, entitled horrors

Meanwhile, far across the solar
causes in a harvesting Spartacus
And someone, I've thrown long Hail Mary bombs
Toward cookie-cutter Mother Natures bedazzled synthetic fabrics
Life treats
You think I'm up when I'm breaking down
I need to hide away and catch my breath,
Big cookie's up and I'm heading out
Leave my phone, I'm driving
deceive common sense says shouldn't receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need
you down the corridors of my life.
And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
No need to answer till I take further evidence.
I seem to need
possessed by the collective psyche 
On dread subconsciousness we spin and turn Inherent images strap us in position 
Autarchic instinct commands
of the greatest sentences I haveve ever read in my life and I very much want to share it with you. And I'm not trying to put the guy down, and I'm not saying 'Oh
rock a wife beater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay
to you
Blinded by choices hypocrites won't see

But enough about the collective Judas 
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
Your little
back to the streets
Don't let Viacom, dictate the heat
The nerve of them, I never heard of dem
Askin' me about, my urban spins
And if I got about,
me about my urban spins
And if I got about a thousand of them
I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that

Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
at birth by my urban surroundings

Gravity won't allow me to fly
It pulls me down, the pain, I won't cry
Resistance and drive fueled by hunger
What
Overwhelming fear
As all nightmares come to life
Extracted pain unfolds within this realm of fear
A change of visions extend my mind
and motherfuckers think these are metaphors
i speak what I see
all words and worlds are metaphors of me
my life was authored by the moon
footprints written in soil
life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home
And some parents only touch
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
Looking for a structure to call my own
I grabbed my rack of bones
I grabbed my rack of bones.

Cut by a blade of grass fell slain by a drop of rain.
alright", I say to Jack,
"just get this monkey off my back."
Sugar town in urban light -
people got no cash and it don`t seem right.
Blue light fever,