ranty
ooooer, i used lj cuts cause i know this is a long entry
today is rather quiet about that whole soccer thing. On friday and saturday everybody was talking shit like a crazy motherfucker who just ram raided a bank with a stolen cop car, and now it's all quiet like a doormouse with a comedown in a library playing with pop-up books...
I just bothered to check the results, 2-0. we lose!. now shut up. blah yeah draw with some place you can't drink tap water and next round blah blah, i don't care! i just bothered to check the results, from msn homepage! haha.
my point to this?
this and like with the melbourne cup, people just go create a sudden interest from a media hyped frenzy, they weren't into it before but the instance it becomes a balloon fillable with hot air, people just lap it up, read up on the basics and suddenly they are experts. This is just annoying. it shits me because it just reflects how much the general populous are sheep, sheep who form the majority percentile who have the greatest impact on such things like elections, and being the "norm" when illnesses and disorders need to be compared to for what is "normal"... the populous don't have a clue, but just because there are soo many of them and THAT idea was the most common, it has to be the best!?! these same people who strive for a world to be this flawless perfect place, when what they are doing is supporting EVERYBODY to express and support their 2 cents worth, without thinking that ideas sometime contradict other peoples views and ideas... fucktards.
Wow, i went all tangenty then. all this needs now is some song lyrics to add that final touch, like basil on frestmah al a monde.
Don't Believe The Hype - Public Enemy
Back-caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing-check out this I bring
Uh-oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low
Next to the bass (c'mon)
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to teach to all
'Cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome-a public enemy
Used, abused, without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe he hype
Yes-was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang'em
I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burgler, false media
We don't need it do we?
It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand and show the people what time it is
boyyyyyyyy!
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe the hype-its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the Black, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to xerox
The leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, 'cause I'm the enemy
They can't come on and play me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, psych
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to Herb, yo if you can't swing this
Learn the words, you might sing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy it, I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane, I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the wack
As you believe it's true
It blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say, "Don't believe the hype"
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause I've had it
I'm not an addict, fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back, silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe the hype
I got Flava and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green, black, red, and
Gold down, countdown to Armageddon
'88 you wait the S-One's will
Put the left in effect and I still will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some say I'm negative
But they're not positive
But what I got to give
The media says this
Red black and green
Know what I mean
Yo, don't believe the hype
The media says this
today is rather quiet about that whole soccer thing. On friday and saturday everybody was talking shit like a crazy motherfucker who just ram raided a bank with a stolen cop car, and now it's all quiet like a doormouse with a comedown in a library playing with pop-up books...
I just bothered to check the results, 2-0. we lose!. now shut up. blah yeah draw with some place you can't drink tap water and next round blah blah, i don't care! i just bothered to check the results, from msn homepage! haha.
my point to this?
this and like with the melbourne cup, people just go create a sudden interest from a media hyped frenzy, they weren't into it before but the instance it becomes a balloon fillable with hot air, people just lap it up, read up on the basics and suddenly they are experts. This is just annoying. it shits me because it just reflects how much the general populous are sheep, sheep who form the majority percentile who have the greatest impact on such things like elections, and being the "norm" when illnesses and disorders need to be compared to for what is "normal"... the populous don't have a clue, but just because there are soo many of them and THAT idea was the most common, it has to be the best!?! these same people who strive for a world to be this flawless perfect place, when what they are doing is supporting EVERYBODY to express and support their 2 cents worth, without thinking that ideas sometime contradict other peoples views and ideas... fucktards.
Wow, i went all tangenty then. all this needs now is some song lyrics to add that final touch, like basil on frestmah al a monde.
Don't Believe The Hype - Public Enemy
Back-caught you lookin' for the same thing
It's a new thing-check out this I bring
Uh-oh the roll below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low
Next to the bass (c'mon)
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to teach to all
'Cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome-a public enemy
Used, abused, without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe he hype
Yes-was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang'em
I'll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain't dope
The follower of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin'
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burgler, false media
We don't need it do we?
It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand and show the people what time it is
boyyyyyyyy!
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe the hype-its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the Black, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to xerox
The leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, 'cause I'm the enemy
They can't come on and play me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, psych
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to Herb, yo if you can't swing this
Learn the words, you might sing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy it, I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane, I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the wack
As you believe it's true
It blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say, "Don't believe the hype"
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause I've had it
I'm not an addict, fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back, silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe the hype
I got Flava and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green, black, red, and
Gold down, countdown to Armageddon
'88 you wait the S-One's will
Put the left in effect and I still will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some say I'm negative
But they're not positive
But what I got to give
The media says this
Red black and green
Know what I mean
Yo, don't believe the hype
The media says this