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Title: The Uncle Devil Show "Leonardo's Bicycle" BBC
Description: Live performance of the first song on the world's most under-rated and overlooked album. Recorded March 2004.
Description: Live performance of the first song on the world's most under-rated and overlooked album. Recorded March 2004.
Title: Rumble in the jungle - Fugees, a tribe called quest
Description: "Rumble In The Jungle" (feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill) [Wyclef] (Come on) Root to the fruit More bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha) God's act, stand back and watch Devil's time out Can't be timed with no swatch watch Who I am, the black Abraham Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam Add an extra bar as I spar with literature Taking kingdoms from tsars Winning more wars than the Moors [Forte] Hey, what's the deal? I seen the Devil spar with Allah Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free You might debate we, a refugee No harm hurt me Dying, thirsty from the struggle To my own hustle bubble On the low, woe is me To show the Free Bob right The righteous Asiatic thinker While Satan rob light Civilised like the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in [Q-Tip] People all around You got to recognise and witness The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say it's fright night Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation Yo, you saw my lubrication You can see this occupation (The winner) Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw [Lauryn Hill] We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) Scribe check make connects True pyramid architects (yeah) Replace the last name with the X (X) The man's got a God complex But take the text and change the picture Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures Take orders from only God Only war when it's Jihad See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years But we the people dark but equal give love to such things To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (Hey yo we rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up) Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah) We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah) (We're dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah) We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on) Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Once the pen hits the pad it's danger To this I be no stranger Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on) I'm hearing no comments Everyone looks dispondent Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston Catching lists Beat it, sonny My man is still the greatest in this To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through [Prazwell] We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake Many lies put up for stakes Wash our sins at the Great Lakes You and I cannot see eye to eye So therefore we cannot relate I'm here when I make myself crystal clear You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle [Busta Rhymes] I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha) Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu We watched the Rumble In The Jungle To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones With the force of a thousnad warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire (You're a star) (Blocks on fire) Fiends getting higher (You're a star) Robbing blue collar (You're a star) (Yeah rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (You're a star) Youths get tired (You're a star) (Youths getting tired) We're dealing with them liars (You're a star) (We're dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star) We need a ghetto Messiah
Description: "Rumble In The Jungle" (feat. Busta Rhymes, John Forte, Lauryn Hill) [Wyclef] (Come on) Root to the fruit More bass than Bootsy Collins You verses me Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha) God's act, stand back and watch Devil's time out Can't be timed with no swatch watch Who I am, the black Abraham Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam Add an extra bar as I spar with literature Taking kingdoms from tsars Winning more wars than the Moors [Forte] Hey, what's the deal? I seen the Devil spar with Allah Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free You might debate we, a refugee No harm hurt me Dying, thirsty from the struggle To my own hustle bubble On the low, woe is me To show the Free Bob right The righteous Asiatic thinker While Satan rob light Civilised like the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in [Q-Tip] People all around You got to recognise and witness The Mister who swift enough to knock you out with Mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say it's fright night Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take away your breath The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation Yo, you saw my lubrication You can see this occupation (The winner) Eh, you know we're from Q-Borough L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw [Lauryn Hill] We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh) Scribe check make connects True pyramid architects (yeah) Replace the last name with the X (X) The man's got a God complex But take the text and change the picture Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy Muslim scriptures Take orders from only God Only war when it's Jihad See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400 years But we the people dark but equal give love to such things To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings Blocks on fire (Block's on fire tonight) Fiends getting higher (uh-huh) Robbing blue collar (Hey yo we rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (Stick 'em up) Youths get tired (Ali ah yeah) We're dealing with them liars (Ali ah yeah) (We're dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah) We need a ghetto Messiah (ah yeah come on) Send me an angel in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby Send me an angel in the morning, darling [Ali Shaheed Muhammad] Once the pen hits the pad it's danger To this I be no stranger Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (Come on) I'm hearing no comments Everyone looks dispondent Dejected, rejected similiar to Liston Catching lists Beat it, sonny My man is still the greatest in this To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to Like Sade Abu you got a punch that I can sleep to Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through [Prazwell] We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plate One roll snake eyes like Jake The Snake Many lies put up for stakes Wash our sins at the Great Lakes You and I cannot see eye to eye So therefore we cannot relate I'm here when I make myself crystal clear You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you in Zaire Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle [Busta Rhymes] I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script Taking trips to Zimbabwe Africans started calling the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy) It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha) Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu We watched the Rumble In The Jungle To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones With the force of a thousnad warriors When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious Blocks on fire (You're a star) (Blocks on fire) Fiends getting higher (You're a star) Robbing blue collar (You're a star) (Yeah rob them blue collars) Killing for a dollar (You're a star) Youths get tired (You're a star) (Youths getting tired) We're dealing with them liars (You're a star) (We're dealing with too many liars) From Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star) We need a ghetto Messiah
Title: "Hard Luck Talking Blues" Original Song
Description: This was shot at Marker 20 in Hampton, VA. It is only a fragment of the entire song. Lyrics: It seems to me that all you see are masked men hiding behind every tree taking your picture wherever you go and turning you into a split second show Strange way to act, most agree... Well I picked up the phone, dialed a friend Hung it back up, thought it was the end Next there's a knockin' on my chamber door Uncle Sam stood there with a 2 x 4 And it was not butter, he wanted to lend... So I walked on down to the grocery store Past thieves, bandits, drunks, and whores But it was me the cops had stopped For licking the wrong colored lollipop Easy mistake to make, during a war... Next a letter came through the mail Telling me to fight or go to jail But I went and found my own way around Hopping trains from town to town Never did like bombs much, rather ride the rails... Out in the fields where the water sheens I pumped some crude for the war machine Got nabbed by a man in a dirty truck Who took my money 'cause he was hard on luck His belly was emptier, so it seemed... So I took to the road, found a new job Holding a gun for a man in the mob Saw a man shot in the back of the head Waited around, made sure he was dead Soldiers or sinners, mothers still sob... Well at the Trial the verdicts in Got told my days were soon to end They found a tree, and strung a rope To kill me quick, 'least I sure hope Short drop and a sudden stop, to make amends.. Down in the flames I take my place Next to the devil with a grin on his face Surrounded by the men who fought the war "How come they're here?", I implore The Devil said it don't matter, who you held the gun for!...
Description: This was shot at Marker 20 in Hampton, VA. It is only a fragment of the entire song. Lyrics: It seems to me that all you see are masked men hiding behind every tree taking your picture wherever you go and turning you into a split second show Strange way to act, most agree... Well I picked up the phone, dialed a friend Hung it back up, thought it was the end Next there's a knockin' on my chamber door Uncle Sam stood there with a 2 x 4 And it was not butter, he wanted to lend... So I walked on down to the grocery store Past thieves, bandits, drunks, and whores But it was me the cops had stopped For licking the wrong colored lollipop Easy mistake to make, during a war... Next a letter came through the mail Telling me to fight or go to jail But I went and found my own way around Hopping trains from town to town Never did like bombs much, rather ride the rails... Out in the fields where the water sheens I pumped some crude for the war machine Got nabbed by a man in a dirty truck Who took my money 'cause he was hard on luck His belly was emptier, so it seemed... So I took to the road, found a new job Holding a gun for a man in the mob Saw a man shot in the back of the head Waited around, made sure he was dead Soldiers or sinners, mothers still sob... Well at the Trial the verdicts in Got told my days were soon to end They found a tree, and strung a rope To kill me quick, 'least I sure hope Short drop and a sudden stop, to make amends.. Down in the flames I take my place Next to the devil with a grin on his face Surrounded by the men who fought the war "How come they're here?", I implore The Devil said it don't matter, who you held the gun for!...
Title: Acid Test 40th in Las Vegas "Mary Pranksters & The Mutaytor"
Description: Acid Test 40th in Las Vegas with Merry Pranksters, Mutaytor, Bassnectar, NRPS, Haj, and many more... The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test at 40 ˜ The bus came by and I got on. That's when it all began... When I heard there was going to be a 40th Anniversary Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test scheduled for liftoff on Halloween night in Las Vegas, I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I had to get to Vegas. My fiancée and I packed up the car and headed for the desert with our costumes˜I, of course, as the devil, and my better half as an angel. The event was thrown by Zane Kesey (Ken Kesey's son), the Merry Pranksters, and a few promoters with the ability to manifest the vision. The experience built slowly, with New Riders of the Purple Sage, a jamband from the '60s, serving as the launch pad. As I meandered through the costumed crowd I ran into my buddy Uncle Eddie from Dead Tour, and soon fell into a puddle. Next thing I know I'm munchin' on some fungilicious chocolates. By the time New Riders were winding down their set, I was winding up to the cosmos. The Acid Test was a dynamic all-nighter, incorporating performance art; a video/laser/light show by Smoke and Mirrors, VJ Awiaz and Optical Deslusion; and music by various DJs and bands, the highlights being Mutaytor and Spun. The interplay of light, performance art and music was so visceral, fluid and erotic that it wrapped me in its folds and held me there enchanted, till the wee hours. The Merry Pranksters even got on stage at one point and did a really strange "Turn on Your Love Light" with George [Walker on the axe-a-phone]. After attending hundreds of raves, 100-plus Dead shows, and every other kind of psychedelic event you can imagine, I honestly have to say this was the best party I've ever experienced. The Test was part jamband, rave, Burning Man, Cirque du Soliel, costume party and a host of other ineffables all rolled into one very groovy and colorful onion of experience. They took the essence of everything I understood the original Acid Tests to be, and boldly brought it into the future. There are whispers that the Pranksters really enjoyed being back on the bus. Could this be a new beginning? Well, only one thing is for certain: after 40 years, an Acid Test just happened, authentic and self-defining. And I of course passed it with flying colors. -Fredstrong
Description: Acid Test 40th in Las Vegas with Merry Pranksters, Mutaytor, Bassnectar, NRPS, Haj, and many more... The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test at 40 ˜ The bus came by and I got on. That's when it all began... When I heard there was going to be a 40th Anniversary Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test scheduled for liftoff on Halloween night in Las Vegas, I didn't know what to expect, but I knew I had to get to Vegas. My fiancée and I packed up the car and headed for the desert with our costumes˜I, of course, as the devil, and my better half as an angel. The event was thrown by Zane Kesey (Ken Kesey's son), the Merry Pranksters, and a few promoters with the ability to manifest the vision. The experience built slowly, with New Riders of the Purple Sage, a jamband from the '60s, serving as the launch pad. As I meandered through the costumed crowd I ran into my buddy Uncle Eddie from Dead Tour, and soon fell into a puddle. Next thing I know I'm munchin' on some fungilicious chocolates. By the time New Riders were winding down their set, I was winding up to the cosmos. The Acid Test was a dynamic all-nighter, incorporating performance art; a video/laser/light show by Smoke and Mirrors, VJ Awiaz and Optical Deslusion; and music by various DJs and bands, the highlights being Mutaytor and Spun. The interplay of light, performance art and music was so visceral, fluid and erotic that it wrapped me in its folds and held me there enchanted, till the wee hours. The Merry Pranksters even got on stage at one point and did a really strange "Turn on Your Love Light" with George [Walker on the axe-a-phone]. After attending hundreds of raves, 100-plus Dead shows, and every other kind of psychedelic event you can imagine, I honestly have to say this was the best party I've ever experienced. The Test was part jamband, rave, Burning Man, Cirque du Soliel, costume party and a host of other ineffables all rolled into one very groovy and colorful onion of experience. They took the essence of everything I understood the original Acid Tests to be, and boldly brought it into the future. There are whispers that the Pranksters really enjoyed being back on the bus. Could this be a new beginning? Well, only one thing is for certain: after 40 years, an Acid Test just happened, authentic and self-defining. And I of course passed it with flying colors. -Fredstrong
Title: Body Head Bangerz I Smoke I Drank Instrumental
Description: body head bangerz i smoke i drank instrumental Lyrics : [Magic Intro] B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga [Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 1: Youngbleed] So many ways to get paid Better, keep, fake, i.d. Sure yall don't try me It's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence Relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so **** it I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag That glock in the Cutlass Nigga I'm always hustlin And yea, round the Cadillacs The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) That's like my brother, lucky mothers We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh) Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key Nigga, you know me man It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 2: Mr. Magic] I ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb I'ma fool on them hoes nigga That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served Everybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!) And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f***ed up! [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Boosie Talking] I do it big Lil Boosie do it big boy Feel this here, check this out Look [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron) Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine I'ma problem child, I know you heard I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!) And I'll serve ya See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!) In they mouth got bout five Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!) I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real So in your memory I pop a pill, c*** the steel If you don't like it you could take it to that level That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!) And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs) We getting paid from the block to the club That's what's up nigga [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x http://www.lyricsmania.com http://www.metrolyrics.com
Description: body head bangerz i smoke i drank instrumental Lyrics : [Magic Intro] B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga [Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 1: Youngbleed] So many ways to get paid Better, keep, fake, i.d. Sure yall don't try me It's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence Relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so **** it I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag That glock in the Cutlass Nigga I'm always hustlin And yea, round the Cadillacs The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) That's like my brother, lucky mothers We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh) Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key Nigga, you know me man It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 2: Mr. Magic] I ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb I'ma fool on them hoes nigga That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served Everybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!) And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f***ed up! [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x [Boosie Talking] I do it big Lil Boosie do it big boy Feel this here, check this out Look [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron) Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine I'ma problem child, I know you heard I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!) And I'll serve ya See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!) In they mouth got bout five Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!) I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real So in your memory I pop a pill, c*** the steel If you don't like it you could take it to that level That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!) And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs) We getting paid from the block to the club That's what's up nigga [Chorus] Repeat 2x I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!) I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh) I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!) And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes Do it big then I do it big nigga 3x http://www.lyricsmania.com http://www.metrolyrics.com
Title: Pastor Troy-We Ready I Declare War-Living Today
Description: a very good track from this cd...listen to what he's saying and feel it..hope you like the video. the lyrics: [Pastor Troy] Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired God I'm tired, God I'm tired Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like I'm livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it [Verse 1] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz And Tommy Hill can't help me figure a damn thang less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that Uncle Sam made don't touch the dope but know it's movin' and if it's proven what I'm doin's gonna hurt to the hustle That's on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble when I don't laugh took the color, took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time, I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may I I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters that be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go so I smoke some weed and drink some mo' Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose Yeah I'm the loser [Pastor Troy] God I can't take this no more, I can't take this no more I'm sorry, I can't take this no more [gun goes off] [Chorus 2X] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth [Verse 2] Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me A empty picture as I beg the world for everything Never could get a piece of this american dream (I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that's my life They say that I'm the son of God, I thinkin twice the price of the leather see and I don't speak as I preach keep the pistol in my reach cuz niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don't sweat Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay) cuz I'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today [Chorus]
Description: a very good track from this cd...listen to what he's saying and feel it..hope you like the video. the lyrics: [Pastor Troy] Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired God I'm tired, God I'm tired Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like I'm livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it [Verse 1] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz And Tommy Hill can't help me figure a damn thang less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine I had got to the same conclusion that Uncle Sam made don't touch the dope but know it's movin' and if it's proven what I'm doin's gonna hurt to the hustle That's on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble when I don't laugh took the color, took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time, I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may I I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters that be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go so I smoke some weed and drink some mo' Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose Yeah I'm the loser [Pastor Troy] God I can't take this no more, I can't take this no more I'm sorry, I can't take this no more [gun goes off] [Chorus 2X] Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth [Verse 2] Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me A empty picture as I beg the world for everything Never could get a piece of this american dream (I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that's my life They say that I'm the son of God, I thinkin twice the price of the leather see and I don't speak as I preach keep the pistol in my reach cuz niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don't sweat Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay) cuz I'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today [Chorus]
Title: kick, in BALLS!!! little hxc dancers
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Description: haha,,sad.... other tags: throwdown knockout street fight concert mosh fist head body injuries balls and wuevos family jewls nads hit punch suckerpunch hardcore dancing mosh slamdancing little toddler kids.. emo jeffree star toast jesus jew whore slut hot mexican mikey masked everyone knows and loves him because he is so amazing just like that fat dude from 3 doors down no not the band but the guy from your apartment yeah that one haha im just writing random stuff like penguins and make up hoping that hair will grow on trees and ill get alot of youtube views i mean thats what i did last time and cookies and gay faggots that eat there head off with baseball bats and toy machine skateboards whitch i find impossible about the best video game ever because its guitar hero or grand theft auto or something hmm no one knows when a emo looses a cookie re: leave britney alone when a emos hair wont cover the eye what emo really is...... jesus toast penguin on rollerblades dead kennedys youtube star and sky cuz your just gay on the computer with hxc moshing kids that have know clue about redneck scene kids cuz your a left handed midjet eskimo albino fisheads yumm sing along mt dew makes me horny cause its so yummy!!! dont be a faggot! baby laughing youtube you tube star baby stupid noises cant stop laugh laughing good times the killers punk hot topic is not punk rock toast mexican oh no south park cartman salad fingers your face mom and dad guttermouth skate or die thrasher my house oh no look a baby ah were gonna get eat flamingo how to pull a firecraceker omg theres you face gay fag makeup tattoo lighnting gloves scene kid is what i am how to be scene well look at my other videos bitches so go hurry omg 20 stair your mom again lol makeup tips jeffree star internet royality www.myspace.com/groovylamma leave comments ratings and add me on myspace./groovylamma really hot skater scene kid like super hot blah blah doughnuts ice cream vanilla cherry omg heres jeffree star make up makeup tiara sucks at make up oprah got youtube now so make me famouse bitches comeon watch rate commment view jesus was a .. donkey that travels omg mnopqrs tuv wxy z z sjka im mega bored cmnt me add me on myspace truth ury illy ilu ily baby laughing youtube you tube star baby stupid noises cant stop laugh laughing good times the killers punk hot topic is not punk rock toast mexican oh no south park cartman salad fingers your face mom and dad guttermouth skate or die 20 stair your mom again lol makeup tips jeffree star internet royality www.myspace.com/groovylamma Kelso's Uncle has given him a van, and he can't believe his good fortune. (less) Added: October 02, 2007 Category: Comedy Tags: Ashton Kutcher Kelso Topher Grace Eric Wilmer Valderrama Fez Danny Masterson Hyde Don Stark Bob Tanya Roberts Midge That Tina Is Love! http://www.youtube.com/user... (less) Added: November 14, 2007 Category: Comedy Tags: Tinaecmusic Tina Perez Hilton PerezHilton parody music Disney Zac Efron High School Musical Bet On Ihttp://www.phillyd.tv Live Chat tonight at 8PM EST (less) Added: November 14, 2007 Category: Entertainment Tags: sxephil will throat punch you even if youre chuck norriAdded: November 15, 2007 Category: People & Blogs Tags: まぎぼん マギボン まぎボン マギぼん まぎ マギ ブログ ヴログ magi magibon vlog blog 英語 日本語 Japanese English please comment and rate! Steve Jobs wants his commercial to be perfect. What a jerk! New Tshirts Now Available! http://houseofmerch.com/trippy_takeov... Thanks to Andrew for his uncanny resemblance to Steve Jobs, ya know - not really heh (less) Added: November 14, 2007 Category: Comedy Tags: apple iphone charlestrippy steve jobs ipod mac jeff takeover charles trippy commercial writers strike 私は、集中を改善する必要があると思います(._.') The funniest 6 minutes you will ever see! Remember how many of these you have done! Judson Laipply is dancing - www.evolutionofdance.com - for more info including song list! (less) Added: April 06, 2006 Category: Comedy Tags: Dancing comedy *STOP THANKING ME!!!* *THANK FOX AND MADTV* MAD TV is on Saturdays at 11pm PST From Depress-A-ME Street, and Tickle me Elmo, ... AND Tickle me Elmo Extreme, comes Tickle me EMO CHAIN COMMENT PEOPLE WILL BE MARKED AS SPAM AND BE BLOCKED. "flip offs, random drawings" are spam too... By the way, you can't really buy this doll, its just a parody. sorry NOTE: Only "emo" related videos will be accepted as responses. Check out the already approved responses, most are worthy of a "look."
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