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Another "Whats in your CD player" thread

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posted on Feb, 4 2007 @ 12:08 AM
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the knife - pass this on





posted on Feb, 4 2007 @ 01:50 AM
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I have andrea bocelli in my cd player.He is by far the greatest singer.And very handsome.



posted on Feb, 4 2007 @ 02:55 AM
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Death From Above 1979 - Little Girl

My brother has a lady, oh, and one day she will have a baby
My brother has a baby oh, and one day, and one day she'll save me
Ohhh need to talk to you girl
Ohhhhhhhh No No NOOO!!!

You know this lady she's my baby, she's my baby, baby
When can I see you?
Can I love you?
Can I hold you?

My brother has a baby Ohh No No
Ohhhhhhh No No NOOOO!!!

You see this baby she's a lady, she's a lady, lady
When can I see you?
Can I love you?
Can I hold you?

You know this lady she's my baby, she's my baby, baby
When can I see you?
Can I love you?
Can I love you?



posted on Feb, 4 2007 @ 03:06 AM
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SNG: Dead Weight
ARTST: Beck


IKoN Media.



posted on Feb, 5 2007 @ 04:19 AM
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Static-X - No Submission




posted on Feb, 5 2007 @ 08:48 AM
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happy hardXcore



posted on Feb, 5 2007 @ 10:03 AM
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Artist: Kill Switch... Klick
Title: Follow Me (Sigue Sigue Sputnik Remix)
Album: Milkin It For All Its Worth



posted on Feb, 5 2007 @ 10:53 AM
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Artist: Spahn Ranch
Title: Test My Reaction
Album: Beat Noir




posted on Feb, 6 2007 @ 09:59 AM
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Dying Fetus-Forced Blunt Trauma



posted on Feb, 6 2007 @ 10:42 AM
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Sng: Our House
Artst: Madness



[edit on 2/6/2007 by gimmefootball400]



posted on Feb, 6 2007 @ 02:06 PM
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the kewlest mofo on youtube playing

Strapping Young Lad - Love?




posted on Feb, 6 2007 @ 04:55 PM
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RZA - Unspoken Word

Yo, yo it's the unspoken word
You not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill
as the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects, NARC's radar
suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
My team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
Carry large black guns in small school bags
Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
Quick to make a nigga # in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
and shatter, leave no traces of your matter
You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
I'm vegetarian BITCH, I don't need the beef
So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
B.O.B.B.Y.
You don't qualify
You don't have supply
It's a natural high

It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
(Bobby you be on that bull#) ALL THE TIME
(With them big words and #) I FREE Y'ALL NIGGAZ MINDS
(What the # you think you are some king or somethin
Mother#er you ain't #, high profilin)
Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
(Bobby you be buggin!) Girl my mind flashes
My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
No time for fragile planet for small wombs
My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
# the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
Physical mental emotion we will control
Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson

It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
Slimy savages, against the Digital
# you Analog, the # is critical

Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
You slimy savages, # is gettin critical
# you Analog niggaz we be Digital
Bobby Digital
Word up # that (Bobby Digital!)



posted on Feb, 6 2007 @ 09:49 PM
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Tom Petty, Wildflowers
Next up, Moby-Play



posted on Feb, 7 2007 @ 04:09 PM
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Queens of the Stone Age- Lullubies to Paralyze

My fav queens album



posted on Feb, 8 2007 @ 07:01 AM
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Eminem - Public Enemy #1




posted on Feb, 8 2007 @ 07:12 AM
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Barney's All Time Favorites



posted on Feb, 8 2007 @ 07:26 PM
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Public Image Ltd. - Low Life



posted on Feb, 8 2007 @ 07:32 PM
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Kids Bop 7



posted on Feb, 9 2007 @ 12:31 PM
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Eminem - Go to sleep




posted on Feb, 10 2007 @ 01:08 AM
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PROJECT PAT

"Chickenheads"
(feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J)

[chorus]
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
[x4]

[Project Pat]
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth
at da club tryin ta shake that thang
tryin ta get piece
chicken chicken always into some dumb #
shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
full of that mo mo holla at a chicken

[Chorus]

[Lil Chat]
yeah you like my outfit
don't even fake the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

[Project Pat]
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac

[Lil Chat]
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet

[Project Pat]
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them new Jordans finna come out

[Lil Chat]
hate see ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub

[Project Pat]
but he was with me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

[Lil Chat]
i sho did
in our face drankin on that "yak"
moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

[Project Pat]
what? you need some gum
breath like some thunder
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

[Chorus]

[Dj Paul]
now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want
straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thang on they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk

[Juicy J]
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
pay yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from all you chicks

[Chorus]



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