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Tonz 'O' Gunz
by
Gang Starr
on
Hard To Earn
(1994) samples
Malcolm X
(Spike Lee,
):
If violence is wrong in America, violence is wrong abroad. If it's wrong to be violent defending black women and black children and black babies and black men, then it's wrong for America to draft us and make us violent abroad in defense of her. speech, November 10, 1963)
Dämonen
by
Terminal Choice
on
Buried A-Live
(2002) samples
The 13th Warrior
(John McTiernan,
):
Das sind keine Menschen - das sind Dämonen!
Street Jeopardy (feat. John Forté)
by
Wyclef Jean
on
Wyclef Jean presents The Carnival featuring Refugee Allstars (feat. Refugee All Stars)
(1997) samples
Fiorello LaGuardia
(Fiorello LaGuardia,
):
What does it all mean?
Sensory Overload
by
T.H.D.
on
Mechanical Advantage
(1993) samples
Predator 2
(Stephen Hopkins,
):
[sound of gunfire from opening gunfight scene] It's not been a nice day.
Preaching to the Perverted
by
Pop Will Eat Itself
on
This Is The Day...
(1989) samples
The warriors
(David Shaber,
):
Caaan yooou dig it!
Still Here
by
Information Society
on
Peace And Love, Inc.
(1992) samples
Star Trek
(Gene Roddenberry,
):
What kind of people are we?
Do You Wanna Be An MC?
by
K-Otix
on
Do You Wanna Be An MC?
(1998) samples
Diamonds Are Forever
(Guy Hamilton,
):
Diamonds are forever
Black Bus
by
The Electric Hellfire Club
on
Burn, Baby, Burn!
(1993) samples
Manson
(Robert Hendrickson,
):
I used to watch the black bus with this wild guy drivin' who turned out to be Charlie.
watch the black bus go up and down Topenga Blvd. Charlie like had this big black bus with little, a little box up top that used to tilt over to the side a little bit so it looked like a guy with a, a little black guy with a top hat on. And I saw this bus goin' down the canyon with this wild guy drivin' it who turned out to be Charlie.
Man to Ray
by
Juno Reactor
on
Transmissions
(1993) samples
The Right Stuff
(Philip Kaufman,
):
He know the moon, he know the stars, he know the - milkyway.
Nosebleed (Right Nostril)
by
Pascal & Sponge
on
Nosebleed
(1993) samples
Predator 2
(Stephen Hopkins,
):
Hey, hey guys... I know you're trying to scare me, eh?
I'm scared now!
[Predator sound distortion]
Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Dub
by
Apollo 440
on
Electro Glide In Blue
(1997) samples
The Andromeda Strain
(Robert Wise,
):
Let's go back to the rock, and view it again at 440
Morphology
by
Delerium
on
Spheres II
(1994) samples
Kafka
(Steven Soderbergh,
):
...the forefront of what is modern. You write about it. You document it. Unlike you, I have chosen to embrace it.
That's our biggest headache: understanding the human mind. Well, you must admit, at least, we have that in common.
You and I have nothing in common.
Good Evening
by
Grotus
on
Slow Motion Apocalypse
(1993) samples
The Geraldo Rivera Show
(N/A,
):
...fans of Neo-Nazis
Tear Or Beat
by
Skinny Puppy
on
Cleanse Fold And Manipulate
(1987) samples
Maniac
(William Lustig,
):
I didn't mean that. I didn't mean it that way. It's just that they, they don't know when to stop. They never know when to stop. That's why they have to be stopped. It is, you're right. You're right. But not like that, not that way. Please. They'll take you away from me.
The Voyage (Canto I)
by
Blood Axis
on
The Gospel Of Inhumanity
(1995) samples
Pasolini intervista: Ezra Pound
(Pier Paolo Pasolini,
):
Thus with stretched sail, we went over sea till day's end./Sun to his slumber, shadows o'er all the ocean,/Came we then to the bounds of deepest water,/Covered with close-webbed mist,unpierced ever/With the glitter of sun-rays/Nor with stars stretched, nor looking back from heaven/Swartest night stretched over wretched men there./The ocean flowing backward, came we then to the place/Aforesaid by Circe./Here did they rites, Perimedes and Eurylochus,/And drawing sword from my hip/I dug the ell-square pitkin;/ Poured we libations unto each the dead,/First mead and then sweet wine, water mixed with white flour./Then prayed I many a prayer to the sickly death's-heads;/As set in Ithaca, sterile bulls of the best/For sacrifice, heaping the pyre with goods,/A sheep to Tiresias only, black and a bell-sheep./Dark blood flowed in the fosse,/Souls out of Erebus, cadaverous dead, of brides/Of youths and of the old who had borne much;/Souls stained with recent tears, girls tender,/Many men, mauled with bronze lance heads,/ Battle spoil, bearing yet dreory arms,/These many crowded about me; with shouting,/Pallor upon me, cried to my men for more beasts;/Slaughtered the herds, sheep slain of bronze;/Poured ointment, cried to the gods,/To Pluto the strong, and praised Proserpine;/Unsheathed the narrow sword,/I set to keep off the impetuous impotent dead,/Till I should hear Tiresias./But first Elpenor came, our friend Elpenor,/Unburied, cast on the wide earth,/Limbs that we left in the house of Circe,/Unwept, unwrapped in sepulchre, since toils urged other./Pitiful spirit
from the first of his