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MadBen

Inscrit le: 07 Jan 2004 Messages: 1464 Localisation: DTC a Geneve
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Posté le: 22 Sep 2005 8:45 Sujet du message: |
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Une matinée sans GG est une matinée gachée et surtout ce morceau est d'actualite...
G.G. ALLIN
"Violence Now - Assassinate The President"
Welcome to my world, a battle field blitz
It's as real as it seems, as bloody as it gets
We need more guns to fight our war
And people to defend our battle score
Violence now, fight fire with fire
An eye for an eye, a bloodbath high
Kill or be killed, machine gun ricochet
Assassinate the president of the United States
Assassinate the president of the United States
Don't listen to the brainwashing of our times
Counter attack with a gun and a knife
Don't be afraid to fight the power
Kill with the quickness every hour
Violence now, fight fire with fire
An eye for an eye, a bloodbath high
Kill or be killed, machine gun ricochet
Assassinate the president of the United States
Assassinate the president of the United States
Stand up and shout "Violence now!"
Government puppets must be brought down
You can do it all in another way
But always remember violence pays
Violence now, fight fire with fire
An eye for an eye, a bloodbath high
Kill or be killed, machine gun ricochet
Assassinate the president of the United States
(Violence now! Violence now!)
Assassinate the president of the United States
(Violence now! Violence now!)
Assassinate the president of the United States
(Violence now! Violence now!) _________________ ON VOUS A DONNE LE CHOIX ENTRE LE DESHONNEUR ET LA GUERRE; VOUS AVEZ CHOISI LE DESHONNEUR ET VOUS AUREZ LA GUERRE...
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Mitch
Inscrit le: 25 Jan 2005 Messages: 1368
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Posté le: 22 Sep 2005 14:16 Sujet du message: |
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Tiens, une petite que j'avais oublié... Tellement bien à entendre les jours de cafard, ça remonte le moral!
BLOOD FOR BLOOD - Wasted Youth Crew
| Blood For Blood a écrit: | Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
We all started as someone with a chance to make our way
Sometimes the world was cold but we waited for the better days
We watched the years go by and nothing seemed to change
We waited, hoped and prayed as the hard times felt like stinging rain
Well now that hope is gone, somewhere it turned to rage
Hatred, violence, booze and crime,
sometimes it seemed the only way (to get by)
I always knew I'd never make it cause I'm twisted in the brain
But I swear to you all right now that I'll never live like the ones that made me hate
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin' streak
and a scumbag, zero and anti-hero are all you think of me (and you're right)
I know I'm going nowhere and I been on a losin streak
and lowlife, loser and dead-end cruiser are all you think of me (but I say)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck mankind
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared
Wasted youth, I never had all the chances
Wasted youth, I never had no savin' grace
Wasted youth, yeah I've made a few mistakes
Wasted youth, but how long will I have to pay?
So, some of you were born into happiness and wealth
While some of us were born to a life of hell
And some of us were lost and some of us were found
but most of us were beaten by life to the ground
And maybe I'll never see the day that I win
but I'll always have time for a beer with my friends
We'll fight everybody and the world 'till the end
and if you fuck around with us you'll get your head kicked in!
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck society to
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck the world because
my kind, my kind, my kind belong nowhere
My kind, my kind, my kind are hated and feared |
et aussi, toujours des même: Bitch Called Hope
| Blood For Blood a écrit: | All my life I relied on one thing and that one thing fucked me up even more
She is tempting and promises things that'll never happen of that I'm sure
Years I've wasted waiting for her to come through for me why was I so blind
Waiting innocently as time went on life's gotten worse my resentment's strong
Now I've smartened up I'm turning my back
I don't need her I gave her a smack
She failed me over and over again no surprise there she was never a friend
I've been dragging a bitch called hope (a bitch called hope)
I've been hanging at the end of her rope (a bitch called hope)
I've been dragging a bitch called hope (a bitch called hope)
I've been hanging at the end of her fucking rope
I'd have given her my heart and my dreams
She then strung me along threw away these years
Don't let that bitch take you for a ride like she took me
and took most everyone I know
So I've kicked the bitch to the curb
but in the end she's left me a bitter twisted motherfucker
I've been dragging a bitch called hope (a bitch called hope)
I've been hanging at the end of her rope (a bitch called hope)
I've been dragging a bitch called hope (a bitch called hope)
I've been hanging at the end of her fucking rope |
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MadBen

Inscrit le: 07 Jan 2004 Messages: 1464 Localisation: DTC a Geneve
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Posté le: 22 Sep 2005 22:09 Sujet du message: |
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Bonne pioche Mitch  _________________ ON VOUS A DONNE LE CHOIX ENTRE LE DESHONNEUR ET LA GUERRE; VOUS AVEZ CHOISI LE DESHONNEUR ET VOUS AUREZ LA GUERRE...
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Mikamika TRANSIT-COMITE

Inscrit le: 02 Sep 2004 Messages: 7181 Localisation: Gaia
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Posté le: 23 Sep 2005 11:30 Sujet du message: |
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J'en ai vraiment trop... mais voilà un petit top 5
X Japan - Art Of Life
VNV Nation - Beloved
Tiamat - Gaia/Teonanacatl
Renaud - Hexagone
Sonata Arctica - The End Of This Chapter _________________ It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be NICE !!! (H.P. Baxter) |
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virgin viola

Inscrit le: 02 Mai 2005 Messages: 265
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Posté le: 24 Sep 2005 12:33 Sujet du message: |
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AGONOIZE ~ The Chains of Love
Love is nothing
Love is hate
Love seperates
your dreams from your fate
Love is fear
Love is pain
Love is the enemy
that drives you insane
Love is death
Love is dead
Love is sick
Love is dark
Love is the curse
that proves you're blind
Love is sin
Love is cold
Love is the reason
when you sell your soul
(I am Pain)
Free your mind
Free your soul
From the Chains of Love
The Chains of Love
Free your mind
Free your soul
From the Chains of Love
The Chains of Love
Fight back
Fight back
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MadBen

Inscrit le: 07 Jan 2004 Messages: 1464 Localisation: DTC a Geneve
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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 7:42 Sujet du message: |
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Je suis sur que ca vous manquait :
GG ALLIN
"Ass Fuckin', Butt Suckin', Cunt Lickin', Masturbation"
Wanna fuck you up the ass, lick the shit out of your crack
Get it in until you bleed, piss in your mouth so you can't breathe
I wanna fuck you up the ass, lick the shit out of your crack
Stick it in until you bleed, piss in your mouth so you can't breathe
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
I wanna suck on all your toes, I wanna lick your pantyhose
Suck the cum out of your cunt, lick the sweat out of your rump
I wanna suck on all your toes, I wanna lick your pantyhose
Suck the cum out of your cunt, lick the sweat out of your rump
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin'
Wanna fuck you up the ass, lick the shit out of your crack
Stick it in until you bleed, stick it in your mouth until you can't breathe
I wanna lick on all your toes, I wanna suck your pantyhose
I wanna suck the cum from your cunt, I wanna lick your fucking rump
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin', masturbation
Ass fuckin', butt suckin', cunt lickin' _________________ ON VOUS A DONNE LE CHOIX ENTRE LE DESHONNEUR ET LA GUERRE; VOUS AVEZ CHOISI LE DESHONNEUR ET VOUS AUREZ LA GUERRE...
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nabo

Inscrit le: 10 Mar 2005 Messages: 4471 Localisation: Calvingrad
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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 14:46 Sujet du message: |
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Lofofora
'Comme à la guerre'
Lorsqu'au royaume de la peur, la terreur fait la loi, parie sur la couleur de l'empereur et du roi. Lequel sera le plus fou et lequel tombera, lequel est une marionnette et lequel lui met les doigts ?
Ca ressemble à un jeu, mais des règles, y'en a pas, tant que ça les amuse, la partie continuera, tous les coups sont permis, l'embargo, l'attentat, les victimes brandiront le croissant ou la croix.
Retour à la casse départ touchez deux mille ans de haine, deux mille ans de vengeance pour les générations prochaines, des millions de martyrs, pour revenir au même, combien de héros pour enterrer le problème ?
A la guerre comme à la guerre, entends grogner la colère, quand la raison dégénère, si le profit en est le nerf, prie pour un meilleur millénaire.
A la guerre comme à la guerre, entends cogner le tonnerre, la furie des sanguinaires, si le profit en est le nerf, prie pour un meilleur millénaire.
Respectables et polis généraux et chefs d'Etats se livrent à la barbarie, génocident de sang froid, se régalent de tragédies et de viandes à soldats, exaltés par le conflit trouvent les arguments de poids.
Pour attiser la foule fascinée par l'exploit du valeureux guerrier, chasseur de renégats, tous les soirs à huit heures, c'est le feuilleton du mois, seul le diable en personne sait comment ça finira.
Mais quels sont ces missiles qui sifflent sur nos têtes ?
D'où viennent ces désirs de victoires, de conquêtes ?
Qui tire les bénéfices ? Pour qui souffle la tempête ?
La mort remerciera les dealers de roquettes. Posez les armes, stoppez les larmes, sauvez votre âme. _________________ L05T:5PH3R3+PR0J3CT K355;KHT4K V1-5U4L+D3V14N:C3 |
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nabo

Inscrit le: 10 Mar 2005 Messages: 4471 Localisation: Calvingrad
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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 14:48 Sujet du message: |
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Lofofora
'Vice et râle'
Peau, dans la peau, dans la peau j'ai le vice comme la belle est complice, surgissent aux commissures un appétit de luxure.
Comme une montée subite nous incite nous invite à des gestes explicites, elle ondule, se dévisse, je capitule et me glisse à l'instant propice tel un serpent entre ses cuisses
Prosterné devant le talisman de la matrice, je ne résiste pas que mon destin s'accomplisse puisque dans la peau j'ai le vice. Je lui ôte le haut, elle me ôte le bas.
Hot est l'atmosphère à la vue de ses 2 sphères mon esprit se divise, se dissipe, se disperse et les pensées matérialistes m'indiffèrent d'un mouvement de hanche. Elle me happe le manche et la voilà qui chante comme un oiseau sur sa branche, ça n'est vraiment pas le moment que je flanche, restons étanches avant que la tempête se déclenche.
Peau, dans la peau, dans la peau, j'ai le vice je lui lisse le poil, lui montre les étoiles l'envoie dans un monde fractal, fait de volutes roses on se confronte tout d'un tas de choses qu'elle évoque sans que cela me choque dans une longue prose, comme ma langue change de prose je lui donne l'occase de me rendre la pareille [l'appareil] génital du bout jusqu'à la base.
Heureuse flatteuse m'engloutit la muqueuse, la tige nerveuse l'attitude est vertigineuse
Peau, dans la peau, dans la peau j'ai le vice sensiblement je m'enlise dans le long glissement de tes reins, elle est tellement chaude que l'on s'agite aux limites de l'obscène trop humides pour être conscients ni même lucides de la scène… mangeons le fruit jusqu'au défendu _________________ L05T:5PH3R3+PR0J3CT K355;KHT4K V1-5U4L+D3V14N:C3 |
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nabo

Inscrit le: 10 Mar 2005 Messages: 4471 Localisation: Calvingrad
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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 14:50 Sujet du message: |
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Lofofora
'Charisman'
Libérez-vous du poids de vos contraintes
Je connais vos craintes
Ecoutez ma voix
Arrêtez vos complaintes
Venez trouver la foi
Délivrez vous du mal
J'ai en ma possession
La solution à vos angoisses, brisons la glace
Mes frères, je sens que le courant passe
Nous ne sommes que poussières perduent dans l'espace
Accordez moi votre confiance
Je vous sortirais de l'impasse où la monotomie de la routine vous tasse
J'apporterais le rêve et la lumière
J'ai l'art et la manière
Le don d'avoir l'air immortel
Léger comme l'air, tel le volatile qui ne touche jamais terre
Je suis celui que tu aurais aimé être
Celui que tu suis qui te monte à la tête
L'exemple que tu samples et que tu répètes
Plus que ton être c'est moi que tu respectes
A chacun de mes mots tu restes accroché à ma bouche
Ma voix t'appelle comme le miel attire les mouches:
Des formules faciles, des phrases qui t'ennivrent
Tu aimes, tu réclames, à la pelle je t'en livre
Tu t'enlisais avant moi, partais à la dérive
Tu n'existais pas avant moi
Rien que l'impression de vivre une comédie
Une parodie, l'opposé du paradis
Aujourd'hui c'est fini
Nous sommes enfin réunis
Adorez le leader
Le gourou qui voit clair dans le flou
L'empereur, le führer, le seigneur des fous
Comptez sur moi j'ai ce qu'il vous faut
Ce que l'on vous a dit avant moi étais faux
Tu commences à ressentir la puissance t'envahir
Sois heureux d'apprécier ce que tu ne seras jamais:
Le messie, l'icône, l'idole, l'ami idéal
Tu me vénères et m'installes au sommet d'un piédestal
Et je deviens le gardien du bien et du mal
Tu me portes si haut que je côtoie les dieux
Je sais prendre le nom et l'aspect que je veux:
Chanteur de rock, de rap, de variété
Cador électoral, président député
Présentaleur à la télé
Tapin médiatique ou prophète à la tête d'une secte satanique
Je fais la collecte des adeptes dont je capte l'intellect
A tous les étapes je prospecte
Prospères sont les affaires car je ratisse large
Pour vous emmener vers le nouvel âge _________________ L05T:5PH3R3+PR0J3CT K355;KHT4K V1-5U4L+D3V14N:C3 |
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nabo

Inscrit le: 10 Mar 2005 Messages: 4471 Localisation: Calvingrad
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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 14:52 Sujet du message: |
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Lofofora
'Rêve et crève en démocratie'
Lui ce matin a quitté sa terre natale
Le soleil et les pierres
La famille entière le regarde partir
Commence l'aventure et le bel avenir
L'autre comme chaque fin de semaine saute dans sa Benz
Part en week-end
Emmène sa maîtresse
Une pile de dossie
Du prozac pour le stress du viagra pour baiser
Ailleurs à la même heure sur terre
Un autre pays entre d'autres frontières
Sans que parvienne ici l'ombre d'un bruit
Rêve et crève en démocratie
Lui avant d'être arrivé aime déja cette ville
Où il vivra heureux et tranquille
Il a toujours été courageux, travailleur
Il donnera de son mieux, versera de la sueur
L'autre est élu par la voix de son peuple
Veut donner l'exemple d'une ville propre
Prête pour l'Europe
Interdit de mendier
Des charters de retours pour tous les sans-papier
Aujourd'hui au levé du soleil
Elle ouvre les yeux et voit autour d'elle
Les siens assassinés par les forces armées
Elle crie sans s'arrêter
A perdre la raison
Du sang descend le long de son front
Mais toi, au fond, tu t'en fous, on a tous nos problèmes
On ne peut pas s'apitoyer sur la misère humaine
Surtout qu'on ne connait même pas ces pauvres gens qui saignent
Quand la violence est trop dense:
Change de trottoir ou change de chaîne!!
Lui ce soir va retrouver sa terre natale, la poussière, les prières
Sa mère sur le pas de la porte le voit revenir
Enterrer de honte son bel avenir
Toi tu rêve et crève en démocratie _________________ L05T:5PH3R3+PR0J3CT K355;KHT4K V1-5U4L+D3V14N:C3 |
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nabo

Inscrit le: 10 Mar 2005 Messages: 4471 Localisation: Calvingrad
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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 15:04 Sujet du message: |
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Sage Francis
'The Makeshift Patriot'
Frank, what's up man?
I'm just watching some bullshit
On the news. It's fucking bullshit
Reporters trying to win an Emmy.
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
I Hang Myself at Half Mast
It’s the Makeshift
The Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself... via live telecast
Coming live from my own funeral, beautiful weather offered a nice shine
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline
When times like these arise I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence
Journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective
"Don't give me that ethical ish."
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids
And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is!
That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain
Used civilians against civilians and charged the Trojan horses into our buildings
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children
Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions
Now I have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal
Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels
The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over
But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier..
And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older
before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end
"Now get a close up of his head"
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out of Stock
I Hang Myself at Half Mast
”How does my hair look”
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out of Stock
I Hang Myself at Half Mast
“Run that tape back”
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
I Hang Myself at Half Mast
“Looks just like a movie”
It’s the make shift
The patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself
“while the stock markets crash”
The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat
Sometimes in groups of the three
The fall out was far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris
But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds
but Hospitals are overwhelmed. Volunteers need to go the hell home
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interrupted by cell phones
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind
He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll
we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last.
Changes need to be made;
No more curbside baggage,
Seven pm curfew,
Racial profiling will continue with less bitching.
We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote,
Remember, our god is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.
We sell an addictive 24 hour candle light vigils in TV's
Freedom will be defended...at the cost of civil liberties
The viewers are glued to television screens
Stuck... cause lots of things seem too sick
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music
I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss
we don't really know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this
we know who the heroes are. Not the xenophobes who act hard
"We taught that dog to squat, how dare he do that shit in our own back yard!"
They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape
Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape?
While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank
With a ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle
Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles
There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble
Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble
Makeshift patriot
The flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself at half mast.
It's the makeshift
The patriot
The flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags. _________________ L05T:5PH3R3+PR0J3CT K355;KHT4K V1-5U4L+D3V14N:C3 |
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nabo

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Posté le: 27 Sep 2005 15:05 Sujet du message: |
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Sole
'Da Baddest Poet'
Cops ain't shit to me
Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and long distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got birth control
I've never paid parking ticket:
It's 20 dollars now or 300 then;
You want your money, come and get it
But better bring 200 guns and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but never lost a bet
Looking at the fossil on my wrist like
"Is my five minutes up yet?"
Got more time te relax now;
So I can say, "Fuck the industry."
Went for Rupert Murdoch's throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You can't buy me
I'm holding my chips 'till I land on last base
I didn't burn any bridges;
I never needed none of 'em in the first place
'Cuz money made is money gone is money never had
Money here only pretends to care for the people we leave around
Always pack light 'cuz the guns are packing suckers
All mad 'cuz someone else paid' em
Shaking in their waste-your-life-away stance
'Cuz it's cool to be tragically hip:
Fools rule the Universe - it's O.K.
You say you want blood but drink piss all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Washington Street
Tell 'em it's difficult to have sex on waterbeds
'Cuz most of us can't afford waterbeds
And if we could, we'd move out the hipster settlement of Oakland
(The fine line between low icome and no income)
I can't read no lips 'cuz I am stone
Always wanted to be a rapper
But when I finally made it there, no one wanted me
Since no one wants me here
In the immortal words of Ice-T:
"You should have killed me last year."
Bit in the mere mortal words of me
I've torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends
But like the old saying goes
"If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em."
I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army
MC's don't want beef, they wnna shake my hand
Then make a diss song about me
Idiots live to outdo their shortcoming
While my inner Napoleon is frying the biggest fish
I hold the gridge like a mic and a girl like a cross
People say I'm vague
But we know who's in vogue and when the revolution comes
All you'll know how to do is beg
The white man... is the fucking Devil _________________ L05T:5PH3R3+PR0J3CT K355;KHT4K V1-5U4L+D3V14N:C3 |
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virgin viola

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J'aurais peut-être dû préciser un post par jour...  |
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nabo

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Felicia TRANSIT-REDAC-MOD

Inscrit le: 24 Avr 2005 Messages: 1856 Localisation: In The Great Below
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Posté le: 03 Oct 2005 19:29 Sujet du message: |
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Ben puisque je suis en train de l'écouter dans mes lyrics préféré il y a des bouts de "Art of Life" :
I'm making the wall inside my heart
I don't wanna let my emotions get out
It scares me to look at world
Don't want to find myself lost in your eyes
I tried to drown my past in grey
I never wanna feel more pain
Ran away from you without saying any words
What I don't want to lose is love _________________ Je voudrais qu'on m'aime pour ce que je suis, pas parceque je suis une pute gothique.
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