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Sunday, February 25th, 2007
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rabbits aren't that hard to take care of in the summertime, and tom gabel live at C.O.R.E.! is amazing. so is living, because if you stay in the past or think about the future you won't be happy right now. i've drawn conclusions and tied loose ends, i think i'm pretty straight now .
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Friday, February 23rd, 2007
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Wow, I feel even more like Ryan Gosling in Half Nelson. Even more than the day before.
Tell me how could you compromise
Yourself like this?
Tell me how could you blame anyone else
When you aren't really committed?
Tell me where was your head
When you broke that promise to yourself,
The one where you don't forget
Every life lesson that happend before your eyes
So you don't wake up to regret she's gone years away?
You had hopes and dreams of a day
Where everything, everything, everything would come together,
You wouldn't have to be so scared.
Are we just working till a day we decide we've had enough?
All along
We were strong enough
To be sick of it,
And put them back in their fucking place.
Never asked for this responsibility
We were never in this...
Together.
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Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
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Anyone want to see Against Me! with me on Friday, April 06th in Toledo?
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Friday, February 9th, 2007
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I'm hot, top notch, ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how i attacked your whole project
I'm raw, i'm rugged and raw! i repeat, if i die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashin up a phat-ass lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo, open the cage
Peace, i'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
-Ghostface Killah
My my my..
My clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a dutch masta killah
Style jumped off and killa, hill-a
I was the thrilla in the ali-frazier manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! now it's all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers
-Gza the Genius
Ol' dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and then drop that science!!
-Ol Dirty Bastard
Killa bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? i kick it like a night flight!
Word life, i get that ass while i'm fulla spite!
Check the method from bedrock, cause i rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
-Raekwon the Chef
Flowin like christ when i speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
The ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and i'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom-bangs like african drums
We'll be comin round the mountain when i come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, g-gka-genius
Take us the fuck outta here
-Prince Rakeem the Rza
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giggly.
apathetic.
sick.