22-01-2012, 04:53 PM
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Tarja Turunen - Falling Awake
"Falling Awake from the Wallking sleep" she is playing im my town tomorrow...... 
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22-01-2012, 05:09 PM
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Tarja Turunen - Lost Northern Star
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...v=E9OjBCJjyWU#!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...=E9OjBCJjyWU#!
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22-01-2012, 06:24 PM
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Lowkey The Warning - Chipmunk Diss You are not the grime scene saviour You sly weak hater A little pop tart that owes wiley favours And doesn't really understand these shystie majors They sell your pop songs to these nice teenagers And don't get me wrong you might be famous But they buy green acres You buy me trainers (Nikes) You were more real as an id faker Make enough love songs and you might see paper When you see 1, the label see a hundred crispy bills That is what happens when you sign 360 deals Give this chump a little chance, punch you in his heart Got signed for a chump then bumped for his advance Getting hyped cos sum 12 year olds felt your song But what you gonna do when all the little girls are gone You'll be as frail as the songs you got wealthy from And be a tiny little dancer for elton john You aint even worth the ink in my fingertips Does this little midget really fink he's a lyricist? The drink from my flippin sink is a privilege Copy jay z and make your fingers a pyramid Keep making soulless music your fans buy But jam your hype and hang tight with your damp rhymes Hearing you is sad like watching ants die But people know the truth bashing your hand signs Am not telling anybody to get hostile This is just a hobby I feel sorry for this lost child Chipmunk chipmunk chipmunk chipmunk Lyrical skill isn't measured by your income They tell me leave the kid alone He's faker that silicone My lyrics expose reveal the soul of this jiga clone Little jigga minnie me, didn't sleep just twitter beef Still its peak for this little meek in his skinny jeans Should I snap fingers, end all tweeting, take off ma slipper get parental beating Sword razor tongue/ means your days are done/ this yute is big headed in more ways than one You diss vex but you spit wet Little Princess, Sony is searching for the next bigheads to pick next, you not hard Lil pop tart Think you got bars U might top charts but lyrically u flopped hard Silly voice pretty boy that shaves his eyebrows Grime scenes very own amy winehouse Ur loopy lately Could you be crazy What kinda man calls a rap song oopsy daisy I'm a real mc they won't forget me fill up your bank account your soul is empty If u getting vexed asks you what u represent U can't get respect u talk about of the devils breds And the money u made will mean nothing when you're dead so think when u get that deep thought thru your pregnant head If u get depressed u can pay for next tattoos Or phone up your mandem jls to back u Pick the wrong option Its likely u got problems U can't try me I'm not wiley or dot rotten Not the hardest mc far from the best rapper Not in this scene but maybe on xfactor Hide inside your house cos were sick of your wining mouth Every sentence will slay the secrets under simon cowell Stay calm fool when the napalm fools All the youths on your ends call u hey arnold Gutless diva with a tough demeanour How does it feel to be the uks justin bieber If you're a lyricist stop coming with them puppy bars Talk is cheap u can't walk the street without your bodyguards If money is nothing why is an issue why you rhyme Money is nothing can't take it with you when you die Make another track that says how much cash you're getting It can't buy u skill credibility or happiness |
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22-01-2012, 06:31 PM
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Perhaps there's a future for rap after all... Lowkey Cradle Of Civilisation If my mother got angry or frustrated with me, she'd say... ...and the basic translation of that is "Oh,how beautiful is freedom" But where is freedom? Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying Where is our freedom? This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth The cradle of civilization, for what it's worth The land I've never the seen, culture I've never known Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones The air I've never breathed, fragrance I've never smelled The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt Saddam was bad, are the American's even more so? They made me grow like I was missing part of my torso But I never picked up a grenade in my garden I never saw people I love die starving I never saw my family die through many years of sanctions While the ruler's family lived in palaces and mansions Never had a family member kidnapped for a ransom Never lost a friend to violence that was random Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation A million dead people doesn't equal liberation Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying Listen! Where is our freedom? Forget division based on ethnicity or religion Whether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or Christian Pain is still pain if you're a person that's missing We all deserve a life in this earth that we live in Is there enough words that can say How deeply Baghdad is burning today? And it's not about pity, hands out or sympathy It's about pride, respect, honour and dignity Babies being born with deformities from uranium Those babies aren't just Iraqi, they're Mesopotamian What I view on the news is making me shiver Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirror This system of division makes it harder for you and me Peace is a question, the only answer is unity! So many dreams about this place that I've never seen The place my family had to leave in the 70's Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying Where is our freedom? It rains white phosphorus in Fallujah This is for those that won't live to see the future Sorry that I wasn't there, Sorry that I couldn't help I'm sorry for every tear, Sorry you've been put through hell Still I feel like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an arab amongst englishmen Like I said they never gave me the culture But they did give me Kubdad Haleb,Hakaka and Dolma Ana isme Kareem, Wa ohmre thalatha wa-'ishrun, Umi min Baghdad, wa abuya min Dover, And that's the combination that I carry on my shoulders Still I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my flesh From now all the way back to Gilgamesh Such a villianized and criticized nation You will always be the cradle of civilization Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying Where is our freedom? In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me I can still feel you calling me I can still feel you calling me |
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22-01-2012, 07:22 PM
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Southern Death Cult
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22-01-2012, 07:51 PM
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It would also appear possible to create high fidelity speech in the human body, raising the possibility of covert suggestion and psychological direction...Thus, it may be possible to 'talk' to selected adversaries in a fashion that would be most disturbing to them." United States Air Force Scientific Advisory Board, New World Vistas: Air and Space Power For The 21st Century http://deca-ti-mc.mypodcast.com/index.html |
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22-01-2012, 08:00 PM
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22-01-2012, 08:36 PM
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The BadPiper
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22-01-2012, 08:56 PM
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Skiltron - Bagpipes of War
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22-01-2012, 10:05 PM
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Kosheen
Hungry
Slip and Slide (Suicide) Empty Skies
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22-01-2012, 10:34 PM
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ya mind on the money but the money is fake You could ask how I say that, I'm on the paper chase But really, money's only for the exchange for what you want Don't live for it just live it up My niggas dying everyday for the simple stuff Let movies get to em acting like he's rough It all starts somewhere, it takes one to know one Street level hustlers set all the examples But they living life fast sex, money and gambling Niggas here going to jail cells where they landed 80 years, man this shit is real He was the first time offending the lawyer the deal He didn't wanna tell the truth cuz he was scared they'd be at him He went to jail for 4 dates with a 7 He don't know how it feels to lose something forever Most people die in the hood it was designed to stress us |
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22-01-2012, 10:44 PM
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22-01-2012, 11:09 PM
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The Doors - People are Strange/Strange Days
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23-01-2012, 12:22 AM
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Im listening to the channel 7 repeater in Melbourne
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23-01-2012, 12:24 AM
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Depeche Mode - Clean
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23-01-2012, 03:41 AM
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The playlist consists of:
Ayo Technology, Bad Touch, Because the night, Dirrty, I like it, Push, Tonight (I'm *bleep* you), Right Round, Use me, Up All Night, Turn You On, Casual Sex, All The Right Moves, Addicted, bad Girlfriend, Lollipop, Move Your Body, Set it on Fire, S.E.X., and S&M. Not linking as I am not fighting with youtube right now.
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23-01-2012, 04:50 AM
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The Internet is allergic to the truth
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23-01-2012, 05:43 AM
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Depeche Mode - Tora! Tora! Tora!
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23-01-2012, 06:32 AM
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Castlevania SOTN - Dance Of Pales
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23-01-2012, 10:10 AM
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[Verse 1] Trapped in the darkness Spittin' these raps like we trapped up in Spofford Goin' through nonsense Spittin' forbidden raps off the noggin Trapped up in Gotham Rappin' assassins from Harlem Burn you trash-ass rappers to ashes We sparkin' the L's in the parkin' Burnin' the cess and reflectin' on life as a young adolescence Pressin' the pen to the page, learn the lessons No worries, no stressin' Just tryin' to calm the pain, so I bomb my brain Straight up, with Absolut vodka Tryin' to get at these coppers Who lettin' off 41 shots on the block-a Represent heavenly divine, and we'll pop ya [Hook] It's like war on the ghetto on streets It's like war givin' metal to beasts I got caught tryin' to settle some beef Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees It's like war on the ghetto on streets It's like war givin' metal to beasts I got caught tryin' to settle some beef Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees [Verse 2] Ready to put holes in you crime unit po-nuts Eatin' jelly donuts, chillin' on the block and we go nuts These cops tryin' to blow up every damn spot And you know what, I'ma stay bustin' Ghetto Revolution Blinkin' wit the luger, doin' what I gotta Trapped in that everyday saga, bustin' for Diallo Livin' trapped in the Apple where it's rotten Cats stay plottin', fiendin' in the market Knowin' us niggas is nothin' but targets Starvin', surrounded with nothin' but everyday problems Bust Ghetto Rev, bust Ghetto Rev Bust Ghetto Rev, straight to the head Puffin' on a beadie, yo, pump Megilah graphitti Live and direct, interject with thoughts that get me vexed Bitches and Becks get me wet Hyped on the set, bustin' Ghetto Rev 'til I'm dead Crackin' dutches to fuck up my head It's like everyday it rains Sometimes it feels like I'm trapped in a maze of pain Tryin' to escape insane thoughts that cross my mind In due time, I was like...taught divine Holdin' the mic, starvin' to shine Writin' these lines you snort, to pop the cork Everyday remain live, 'cause animals rock New York, it's like we pop all sorts of pills To painkill, yo, days that's cold I stay froze, trapped inside New York, the Cold Vein Just a blood vessel tryin' to move, but I own pay Straight up, raps thats raw, not, ugh Raps thats raw, Ghetto Rev, Ghetto Rev You know, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto [Hook] It's like war in the ghetto on streets It's like war givin' metal to beasts I caught caught tryin' to settle some beef Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees It's like ... in the ghetto on streets It's like ... givin' metal to beasts I got ... tryin' to settle some beef Now I chill, tryin' to get up in me Writin' these raps, blazin' them trees Zach One on the boards, you know We out in the street doin' our thing, whatever It's all clever, Megagraphitti Straight up for you Rap City niggas *Sirens* Oh shit, po' comin', let's slide man, let's slide |
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