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old skool artists don’t always burn…

dweb — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:00:26 +0000

u no what u need 2 learn?…old skool artists don’t always burn…your just another rapper who’s had his turn…NOW IT’S MY TURN…and I am concerned…about idiots posing as kings…What are we here to rule? I thought we were supposed to sing…And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach…Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak…krs1 is something like a total renegade…except I don’t steal, I rhyme to get paid…Airplanes flyin’, overseas people dyin’…Politicians lyin’, I’m tryin’ not to escape, but hit the problem head-on…by bringin’ out the truth in a song.

krs1 is still #1!!

boris the good…

dweb — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 21:44:02 +0000

In early 1943, Nazi officials requested that Bulgaria send its Jewish population to Poland. The request caused a public outcry, and a campaign whose most prominent leaders were Parliament Vice-Chairman Dimitar Peshev and the head of the Bulgarian Orthodox Church, Archbishop Stefan, was organized.^[3] Following this campaign Boris refused to permit the extradition of Bulgaria’s 50,000 Jews. Nonetheless, he did sanction the German demand for the extradition of 13,000 Jews from those territories re-occupied by Bulgaria.

Boris III of Bulgaria…

let’s not waste ecstasy, becuz i’ll only be here 4 awhile

dweb — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 19:02:26 +0000

Free

Whispering in his ear
My magic potion for love
Telling him I’m sincere
And that there’s nothin’ too good for us

And I just got to be me, be me

Whispering in his ear
My magic potion for love
Telling him I’m sincere
And that there’s nothin’ too good for us

But I want to be free, free, free
And I just got to be me, yeah, be me

Teasing hands, all his might
Give our nights such mystery
Happiness all the time
Oh, and how that man pleases me

But I want to be free, free, free
And I just got to be me, yeah, be me

Ba, de, ah, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
(I just got to be me, be me)
Ba, de, ah, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

Feeling you close to me
Makes all my senses smile
Let’s not waste ecstasy
‘Cause I’ll only be here for awhile

I’ve got to be free, free, free, oh
And I just got to be me, yeah, yeah, be me, oh
Be free, free, now baby

(I just got to be me) And I just wanna (Be) I just wanna (Me) be me
Free
Free

(I just got to be me) And I just wanna be me (Be me) be me
Whoa, ohoh, free
(I just got to be me, be me)
Me, yeah, yeah

(I just got to be me, be me)

them that die’ll be the lucky ones

dweb — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 18:36:34 +0000

“Very good,” said the captain. “Now you’ll hear me. If you’ll come up one by one, unarmed, I’ll engage to clap you all in irons and take you home to a fair trial in England. If you won’t, my name is Alexander Smollett, I’ve flown my sovereign’s colours, and I’ll see you all to Davy Jones. You can’t find the treasure. You can’t sail the ship—there’s not a man among you fit to sail the ship. You can’t fight us—Gray, there, got away from five of you. Your ship’s in irons, Master Silver; you’re on a lee shore, and so you’ll find. I stand here and tell you so; and they’re the last good words you’ll get from me, for in the name of heaven, I’ll put a bullet in your back when next I meet you. Tramp, my lad. Bundle out of this, please, hand over hand, and double quick.”Silver’s face was a picture; his eyes started in his head with wrath. He shook the fire out of his pipe.”Give me a hand up!” he cried.

“Not I,” returned the captain.

“Who’ll give me a hand up?” he roared.

Not a man among us moved. Growling the foulest imprecations, he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch. Then he spat into the spring.

“There!” he cried. “That’s what I think of ye. Before an hour’s out, I’ll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before an hour’s out, ye’ll laugh upon the other side. Them that die’ll be the lucky ones.”

Robert Louis Stevenson, via gutenberg dot org.

rok out wit ur kock out

dweb — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 02:57:45 +0000

Hey Hey What Can I Do Lyrics

(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)

Wanna tell you about the girl I love

My she looks so fine

She’s the only one that I been dreamin’ of

Maybe someday she will be all mine

I wanna tell her that I love her so

And thrill her with my every touch

I need to tell her she’s the only one I really love

I got a woman, wanna ball all day

I got a woman, she won’t be true, no

I got a woman, stay drunk all the time

I said I got a little woman and she won’t be true

Sunday morning when we go down to church

See the menfolks standin’ in line

Say they come to pray to the Lord

When my little girl, looks so fine

In the evening when the sun is sinkin’ low

Everybody’s with the one they love

I walk the town, Keep a-searchin’ all around

Lookin’ for my street corner girl

I got a woman, wanna ball all day

I got a woman, she won’t be true, no no

I got a woman, stay drunk all the time

I said I got a little woman and she won’t be true

In the bars, with the men who play guitars

Singin’, drinkin’ and rememberin’ the times

My little lover does the midnight shift

She fool around all of the time

I guess there’s just one thing left for me to do

So I pack my bags and move on my way

Cause I got a worried mind

Sharin’what I thought was mine

Gonna leave her where the guitars play

I got a woman, she won’t be true, no no

I got a woman, wanna ball all day

I got a woman, stay drunk all the time

I got a little woman and she won’t be true

(Hey hey what can I do)

I said she won’t be true

(Hey Hey, What can I say?)

Hey hey, what can I do

I got a woman, she won’t be true

Lord, hear what I say

I got a woman, wanna ball all day

for five years she was so nice aka now u funny 2

dweb — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:22:47 +0000

Wanna tell you a story
Bout the house rent blues
I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I done lost my job
She said that don’t confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn’t get the rent
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady
I said you let me slide
I’ll have the rent for you tomorrow
The next day I don’t know
So she let me slide it on you know people
I notice when I come home in the evenining
She ain’t got nothin nice to say to me
But for five years she was so nice
Lord she was lovey-dovey

I come home one particular evening
The landlady said you got the rent money yet?
I said no, can’t find no job,
Therefore I ain’t got no money to pay the rent
She said I don’t believe you’re trying to find no job
Said I seen you today you was standing on a corner
Leaning up against a post
I said but I’m tired, I been walkin’ all day
She said that don’t confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn’t have the rent
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets
Down to my good friend’s house
I said look man, I’m outdoors ya know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple of days
He said uh, let me go and ask my wife
He come out of the house, I could see it in his face,
I know’d it was no
He said I don’t know, man, uh, she kinda funny ya know
I said I know, everybody funny, now you funny too

So I go back home, I tell the landlady I got a job,
I’m gonna pay the rent
She said yeah, I said oh yeah
And then she was so nice, lord she was lovey-dovey
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go
I slip on out the backdoor, and down the streets I go
she hollerin’ about the front rent
She’ll be lucky to get any back rent
She aint’ gonna get none of it

So I stop in the local bar ya know people
I go to the bar, I rent my coat,
I call the bartender, I said look man
Come down here, he got down there,
Said what you want
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Well, I ain’t seen my baby since I don’t know when
I been drinkin’ bourbon, whiskey, scotch, and gin
Gonna get high, man, I’m gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don’t ya have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I’m sittin’ there, at the bar,
I’m gettin’ drunk, I’m feelin’ mellow
I’m drinkin’ bourbon, I’m drinkin’ scotch,
I’m drinkin’ beer
Come down the bar,
Here come the bartender,
Said look man, come down here
Said what you want, One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

No I ain’t seen my baby since the night before last
Gotta get a drink man I’m gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain’t had enough
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get get drunk won’t you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well, alright
Yeah
Scratch my back baby
Yeah

Now by this time I’m plenty high
You know when your mouth gettin’ dry,
You’re plenty high
Look down the bar, I say to my bartender
I said look man, come down here, he got down there
Said what you want this time?
I said look man, what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o’clock
Last call for alcohol
Said what you need
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Lord I ain’t seen my baby since a night on a week
Gotta get drunk man so I can’t even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me
One drink ain’t enought jack, you better make it three
Gonna get drunk I’m gonna make it real clear
I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

jorge t via delawaredestroyers.

timbos draggin

dweb — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 20:45:53 +0000

(chorus)(x3)
Gotta what yo
Gotta get a ruffneck(verse one)
I need a ruffneck
I need a dude with attitude
Who only needs his fingers with his food
Karl Kani saggin’ timbos draggin’
Frontin’ in his ride with his home boys braggin’
Lying ’bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night
But he’s a ruffneck so that’s alright
Triple o baldie under the hood
Makin’ noise with the boys up to no good
C-low on the down low cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go
Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth
Startin’ beef is how he spells relief
Actin’ like he don’t care
When all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he’ll be there
Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics
Ruffneck attitude,the ruffneck bastard

(chorus) (x6)

(verse two)
I need a ruffneck
I need a man that’s quick and swift
To put out the spliff and get stiff
Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large
But he don’t gotta be large to be in charge
Pumpin’ in and out and out and in and here we go
He knows exactly how I want my flow and that’s slow
Never questioning can he get buck wild
He’s got smack it,lick it,swallow it up style
Drinkin’ a beer ,sittin’ his chair
Hands in his pants fiddlin’ with his dick hairs
He’s a rudeboy,a raggamuf
Ready to bag another brother that he ranks ruff enough
‘Cause if it ain’t ruff it ain’t right
And if he ain’t ruff,well then he’s all wrong for the Lyte
I love my ruffneck and ain’t nothing going down
Or going up if my ruffneck ain’t in town

(chorus) (x6)

(verse three)
I need a ruffneck
I need a man that don’t stitch like a bitch
She’d tears or switch
Doin’ whatever it takes to make ends meet
But never meetin’ the end ’cause he knows the street
Eat sleep shit fuck,eat sleep shit
Then it’s back to the streets to make a buck quick
Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here
Hit’em wit a bit a skins then he’s out of there
On the avenue girls are passin’ thru
Too much of ruffneck so they ain’t havin’ you
Hard boppin’ always grabbin’ his jock and braggin’ about his tec
That’s the rep he’ll pull the plug on the tour
Pissin’ in corners
Doing 80 by funeral mourners
Showing little respect
Now that’s a ruffneck

(chorus) (x18)

My first crush, the lyte. via sing365; lyrics aren’t right but wtf. If you gotz the ryte ones, hit me up.

papa will do his part when the game get hard

dweb — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 16:40:00 +0000

Hey Papa don’t take no mess
Papa don’t take no mess
Papa is the man who can understand
How a man has to do whatever he can
HIT ME! {horn comes in}

Papa don’t- Papa don’t- Papa don’t-
Papa don’t take no mess no
He don’t take no mess
Now papa might grin
Drank a little taste of gin
Bet his last ten on alittle game of skin
HIT ME! {horn comes in}

Wahoo Papa don’t take no mess
Papa don’t take no mess
Papa don’t- Papa don’t- Papa don’t
Papa don’t- Papa don’t
Papa don’t take no mess
Hey-hey!

Papa digs the chicks
If she look real slick hoo!
Papa rap is very quick
You devil it ain’t no trick
Oh yeah!

Don’t Papa- don’t Papa- don’t Papa-
Don’t Papa- don’t Papa- don’t Papa-
Don’t take no mess
Don’t take NOOO MESS!

Wait! wait a minute
Look-a-here! Papa!
Don’t take- Papa likes
‘Cause when Papa gets uptight
He knows he’s right
Huh! you got yourself a fight

Hit Me! {horn comes in}
Waaaahoooo!
Papa don’t take no mess
Papa don’t take NOOO MESS!
Papa don’t- Papa don’t- Papa don’t
Papa don’t- Papa don’t- Papa don’t
Papa don’t take no mess
Oh yeah! alright!

Papa is the man who’ll take a stand
Papa don’t take no mess
Papa don’t- papa don’t papa don’t
A don’t a papa don’t

Look! Dig this!

Papa didn’t cuss
He didn’t raise a whole lotta fuss
But when we did wrong
Papa beat the hell out of us uh!
Yeah-heeeeeey! don’t
A don’t papa- don’t papa- don’t papa
Don’t papa- don’t papa- don’t papa
Papa don’t take no mess
Papa don’t take NOOO MESS!

I saw papa cry
When he thought that I would die
Look-a-here
I saw papa cry
When he thought that I would die
He says something was in his eye
I knew it was a lie

Mama said “Papa’s smart”
Papa got a whole lot-ta heart
And papa would do his part
When the game get hard

Hit me! {horn comes in} Oooooh!

Papa don’t- papa don’t- papa don’t
Papa don’t- papa don’t
FADES-
Papa don’t take no mess.

Thx 4 werkin so hard, jb! via songmeanings.

she liked amassing Tibetan objects

dweb — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 10:45:34 +0000

Kind of like Paul Allen (w/Hendrix) and Emily Johnston de Forest (w/early American art). Jacques Marchais’s amassment is here. Heard it has a wonderful garden! That makes two gardens I need to visit — shout out to the original double dee.

tread back this step of independence

dweb — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 10:37:29 +0000

Something Howe supposedly said to Benjamin Franklin, although I can’t find it on google anywhere.