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posted on Nov, 15 2006 @ 08:26 PM
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Incantation- Blasphemy




posted on Nov, 15 2006 @ 08:27 PM
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Cibo Matto - White Pepper Ice Cream


which is the first word
Sweet or Spicy?



posted on Nov, 15 2006 @ 08:37 PM
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I've been listening to;

"Use your Illusion part 1" - Guns 'n' Roses.

Awesome album.

:bash:



posted on Nov, 15 2006 @ 09:01 PM
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The Cenobites [Kool Keith & Godfather Don] f/ Bobbito - Kick A Dope Verse (battered baby seal remix)

Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost

[Kool Keith]
I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck
Cruising around like I'm Johnny Espisito
Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito
Looking around for that kid who robbed Joey, oh he
Catch another rapper rhyme slowly
In the back of your head feel the calico M-O
You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital
He played a trumpet in class, plus he had a fiddle
He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road
A human body buried monkey plus a little toad
Scared federal bereau, # investigation
No phones, no beeps, # communication
I like ice cream kids, I like Carvelle
I read comics and books, yeah Marvel
You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement
Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went?
I walk quiet at night, through the projects
Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo!
I got a gift for you, yo # Santa Claus
Open your door, face the Cenobites light
I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser

Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost

[Bobbito]
Bobbito and yes I got the props
Now will you crab-ass niggas just hop off my cock
My style's En Vouge, you're never gonna get it
Phonetic, kenetic, energetic flows your ears in a tournaquet
Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be
Unsightly, or slightly greusome
Some groups are done, some groups run
Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun
Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum
I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic school
Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy
She saw me bust a nut it was splattery
Now I recharge my battery
Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing
Sets me when I'm boning
#, people asks me who writes for me
I write my own # from finish to start
Diminish the heart, I eat a kinish and then I fart
A traskit, a triscit, a golden-eared biscuit
Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicked it
Nervous, served this, never even heard this
Leave a hearse wordless, because I just served this for
Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow
My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello

[Godfather Don]
It's kind of pertinant that the venom I send 'em
Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my # is funkier than
Yours, when wars bend laws to make niggas figure
I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that
One word you heard no other say
And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs
Of larvae, insects to dissect from the ribcage
To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make
You shake and so when I hold a microphone steady
*sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready
To go on the collision course and send it
When I mental with light jeans don't read names
I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked
Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded
Headed to the fate of niggas spraying rhymes
Like mace, terrible, I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through
Varying the methods and #, I never do
I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido
For the girls who need-o eight inches of tounge to eat-o, hey
Kind of neato, so check it out
Peace

Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:13 PM
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SNG: Angrogyny
ARTST: Garbage


Boys in the girls room, girls in the mens room.
You free your mind with your Angrogyny.




IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:22 PM
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kool keith rawks!



Dr Octagon - Blue Flowers

it's totally raining green.



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:23 PM
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propaganda - dead prez



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:30 PM
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SNG: Ask DNA!
ARTST: The Seatbelts




Gummed up, brain dead and can't decide
you can't pray enough, you can't hide
You can be cool or you can cry
Do it wrong
Not it all
Or do it right

No one owes you, no one's to blame
Save for bad genes or DNA
Ask your conscience the why and how
Do it then
Do it when
But, do it now

What's up sweet cakes?
Who's hip anyway?
Earthgirls are easy
What you gonna do lil' buckaroo?
(Hey you, you better ask her nice!)
All you gotta do, happy fool, is ask your mom

No we all can't be Superfly GQPhdFBI
You can pretend or you can try
Move ahead
Lay down dead
Or slip on by

When the truth seems so farway
Buddha loves you and Jesus saves
You need answers for your dismay

Ask yourself
Ask your mom
Ask DNA

What's up sweet cakes?
Who's hip anyway?
Earthgirls are easy
What you gonna do lil' buckaroo?
(Hey you, you better ask her nice!)
All you gotta do, happy fool, is ask your mom

Kamakamakama ask your mama
Super groover Dahli Lama

What's up sweet cakes?
Who's hip anyway?
Earthgirls are easy
What you gonna do lil' buckaroo?
Come on!

What's up sweet cakes?
Who's hip anyway?
Earthgirls are easy
What you gonna do lil' buckaroo?
(Hey you, you better ask her nice!)
All you gotta do, happy fool, is ask your mom


AnimeLyrics.com




IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:34 PM
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Dream theater - six degrees of inner turbulence



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:36 PM
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posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 08:39 PM
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SNG: Apollo
ARTST: Porno Graffiti



IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 10:05 PM
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Adema - Giving In

Will you, walk me
To the edge again
Shaking, lonely, and I am drinking again
Woke up tonight and no one's here with me
I'm giving in to you

Take me under
I'm giving in to you
I'm dying tonight
I'm giving in to you
Watch me crumble
I'm giving in to you
I'm crying tonight
I'm giving in to you

Caught up, in life
Losing all my friends
Family has tried, to heal all my addictions
Tragic it seems, to be alone again
I'm giving in to you

Take me under
I'm giving in to you
I'm dying tonight
I'm giving in to you
Watch me crumble
I'm giving in to you
I'm crying tonight
I'm giving in to you

(Oh #)

I look forward, to dying tonight
Drinks 'till I'm myself, life's harder every day
The stress has got me
I'm giving in
Giving
Giving in, NO!

Take me under
(I'm killing all the pain)
I'm dying tonight
(i'm sick of all this pain)
Watch me crumble
(I'm killing all the pain)
I'm crying tonight

I'm giving in to you
Take me under
I'm giving in to you
I'm dying tonight
I'm giving in to you
Watch me crumble
I'm giving in to you
I'm crying tonight
I'm giving in to you
Take me under
I'm giving in to you
I'm dying tonight
I'm giving in to you

[edit on 16-11-2006 by Lysergic]



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 10:21 PM
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Sam Roberts - We Were All Born In A Flame.

Last CD I ever bought two years ago. Before I got my computer.



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 10:35 PM
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\m/

Down in the park
Where the machmen meet the machines
And play 'kill-by-numbers'
Down in the park with a friend called 'five'

I was in a car crash
Or was it the war
But I've never been quite the same
Little white lies like "I was there"

Come to "zom-zom's" a place to eat
Like it was built in one day
You can watch the humans
Trying to run

Oh look there's a rape machine
I'd go outside if he'd look the other way
You wouldn't believe
The things they do

[CHORUS]
"We are not lovers
We are not romantics
We are here to serve you"
A different face but the words never change

Down in the park
Where the chant is "death, death"
Until the sun cries morning
Down in the park with friends of mine



posted on Nov, 16 2006 @ 11:13 PM
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SNG: Valse de la Lune
ARTST: Ilaria Graziano



IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 17 2006 @ 06:56 AM
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Song: Fishin' In The Dark
Artist: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Album: More Great Dirt



posted on Nov, 17 2006 @ 12:57 PM
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Prong - Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck

Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than the memories now formed
Every moment a new seed is grown. To no reason the trouble unfolds.
For the trials of today, I'm no jury. Really don't care how you feel.
The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers...jeers...jeers

You want the good life, you break your back.
You snap your fingers, you snap your neck.

Seconds drip through my hands, washed of moments unborn.
All the spaces between bleed, a tribute to a sacrament never exposed.
A message to the forces. Iv'e no pity, don't know how thankful to feel.
Expectations of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal.

You want the good life, you break your back.
You snap your fingers, You snap your neck.

Snap your fingers, snap your neck.



posted on Nov, 17 2006 @ 05:13 PM
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You cut off all of your fingers
Trade them in for dollar bills
Cake on some more make-up to
Cover all those lines
Wake up and stop shaking
cause you're just wasting time

Don't you want some of this?
Don't you need some of this?
You take but cannot be given
You ride but cannot be ridden
Pinch this tiny heart of mine
Wrap it up in soiled twine
You never read what you've written

I'll be your lover, I'll be forever
I'll be tomorrow, I am anything when I'm high

Don't you want some of this?
Don't you need some of this?

You shove your hair down my throat
I feel your fingers in me
Tear this bitter fruit to mess
Wrap it in your soiled dress
Now you must spit out the seeds


All dried up and tied up forever
All #ed up and dead to the world



posted on Nov, 18 2006 @ 12:36 AM
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SNG: Santa Was Stoned At Christmas
ARTST: Kevin Bloody Wilson




IKoN Media.



posted on Nov, 18 2006 @ 01:40 AM
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SNG: Coming Undone
ARTST: Korn



IKoN Media.



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