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Feb 27, 2012

bad dreams


















































This is a matter of utmost urgency
You might even call it a police emergency
Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G
Wasn’t sellin’ out, they tried to murder me
Reached for my jammy like a troop’s supposed to do
Never let a sucker get too close to you
Heard ’em comin’, ducked behind the wall
Then saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall
Another bug creeped up the fire escape
Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late
Lookin’ like a scene from Real Life Vice
The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice
Uzi does it, come to think of it
Dude had a nine, but his wasn’t as fast as mine
I heard the phone ring, should I answer?
This is gettin’ serious as terminal cancer
And that is the final stage, my primal rage
Began to rise and I started to fantasize
How many more might try to rush the door
And blast their way in, hell, I ain’t stayin’
I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat
Saw a bunch of bugs wearin’ white sheets
What else could it mean? I know it ain’t Halloween
The cross in the background burnin’ made a ill scene
First I was panicky, then I was angry
One creep even had a rope ready to hang me
Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti?
You come and vic Rob G any time you’re ready?
Fuck that, they had me trapped so I rushed back
They tried to bust me but they don’t have enough caps
I dipped, dived, slipped, slid, they missed me
I had to move quick or they was bound to get me
One bullet grazed me, that didn’t phase me
What could I say? I was havin’ a fucked up day
Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger
I shouted "now let me hear you say nigger!"
Well anyway, nobody spoke or went for broke
The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke
And everything got quiet, I don’t buy it
Just a second ago we had a riot
They must be plannin’ attack or settin’ a trap
Whatever the case you won’t get this black
Now I’m on the edge and there’s no denyin’ it
Whatever the hell might work I’m tryin’ it
Thought I was a target that they could get right quick
But I ain’t goin’ out like no statistic
Another number, made me wonder
How many other brothers they’ve put under
I sat in the dark real still for a long time
Didn’t make a sound cos I’ve got a strong mind
Made my way to the street, it was daybreak
Must’ve fallen asleep, but for Pete’s sake
I didn’t see the enemy tryin’ to put an end to me
The night before, my finger trigger was sore
I went in the house to get a fresh clip
And then I woke up an’ shit
It's just a bad dream







Feb 19, 2012

first inspirations

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1994 Numero Uno Milano - FXDWG






1994 Supercycles - FXSTC Mr. Horse Power






1994 Joe's Garage - FXST Highly Dangerous






old magazine commercial





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Feb 15, 2012

Canna

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Apri le tue mani guagliuna
E guarda avanti in questo mondo che un giorno cadrà
Sostieni i tuoi ideali guagliuna
Portando avanti questa terra che meta non ha

Gente che ti parla, rispondi e lei ti osserva
U jornu appressu ammenz'a via t'incontra e non ti guarda
L'ipocrisia a palla e nessunu ca s'adduna
Di quanta falsità tena e ncoddu ogni persuna
Politici corrotti caminanu ccu ttia
E poi cantano e ricantano quando te ne vai via
Mafiusi ammenz'a via caminanu ccu ttia
Oh guagliuna
Volerranu ma t'accuntentanu e non si pentanu
Volerranu ma ti raggiranu
Ccu i paroli chi s'invenventanu
Su convinti ca t'accattanu

Ti ascoltano e ti lasciano promesse che svaniscono
E intant'i genti crepanu un c'a fhannu cchiù ma campanu
Dici tu ca si stancanu di balli cchi ti cuntanu
Ogni jornu sempa e cchiù
Arret'i spaddi di guagliuni iddi commentanu
E poi si scialanu ma parranu e riparranu
Ma si ti guardanu intr'a faccia non tu dicianu
Chiddu cchi pensanu, ca pò si spagnanu
Fuck infamy, fuck hipocrisy
No guagliuna un t'immiscara ccu genti accussì
Ca su infamy and ipocriti
No guagliuna, no guagliuna







Canna on line
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Feb 9, 2012



If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now
cause there’s too many places I've got to see
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you can not change
Lord knows, I can’t change

Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love
Though this feeling I can't change
But please don’t take it badly
cause lord knows I'm to blame
But, if I stayed here with you girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
Cause I'm as free as a bird now
And this bird you’ll never change
And this bird you can not change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change






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Feb 7, 2012

a work for Jesus














I confide to anything
So I have to hide from everything
Everybody wants a piece of me
You see origin and cease to be
Sit back and let it happen
Let us take your time away
I don't understand you
I don't want your time of day
If you're gonna walk, might as well walk your way
Always up the hallways
Forget the punk, I pack the funk
I'm gonna take a piece of you
Making money for good health
But first I learn to see myself
You've promised me poems

I rue the day that I ever met you
And deeply regret you getting close to me
I cannot wait to deeply neglect you
Deeply forget you, Jesus believe me
You promised me poems
You might have been my reason for livin'
I gave up on givin', gave up everything
We were a right pair of believers
A couple of dreamers
So how come you hate me?
You promised me poems

Dreamed of ringing voices
And contemplated choices
Taste like a fresh kiss
To heighten my awareness
With all fairness, greatness, with gratitude
And simply rhymes with gratitude
Now do promotion and TV, and ya still can't see We
Down the hill cascade
And keep away the masquerade
Dreamed of ringing voices
And you promised me poems






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