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"Once, at the wave of his wand, all the billows of musical sound followed his will as the sea was ruled by the prophet of old. Now that his hand is relaxed, and his rod has dropped to the ground. The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul."

"Yo, the sun don't shine forever, but as long as it's here then we might as well shine together. Better now than never (than never..) Who you know do it better. My music keeps you moving!

Nice, kylmii väreitä!

http://soundcloud.com/jiipee/feb-1st-hs-impro

Täysin raaka ja masteroimaton, improvisoitu hetkenmielijohteesta tehty mixtape. Aböyt kuudes kerta kun hardstylee miksaillu. Ja mielellään otan neuvoja vastaan tän tyylin miksailuun. Vittuilu ei niinkään kiinnosta.

tekniksit+ttm57-sl
hard trance, hc, jotain

tracklist

1. Brennan Heart - We come and we go
2. Davide Sonar - Spiritual Fire
3. Abyss & Judge - Hardstyle Revolution (Showtek Remix)
4. Showtek - We Speak Music -
5. Technoboy - Ti Sento (Original Mix) -
6. Headhunterz - Scrap Attack (Original Mix)
7. Brennan Heart Feat. Shanokee - Feel U Here
8. Coone - Million Miles
9. D-Block & S-Te-Fan - Music Made Addict -
10. Zany & DV8 - Nothing Else Matters (Original Mix)

Lataa koneelle ja tee sillä mitä haluat. (kunhan et hyödy itse taloudellisesti)

Onnellisuus on se, kun ajatuksesi, sanasi ja tekosi ovat sopusoinnussa.

Etsi sanoitukset viidelle kappaleelle, jotka olet viimeksi kuullut. Etsi sanoituksista elämääsi/ajatusmaailmaasi/kokemuksiisi sopivia tai liittyviä lauseita ja kopio ne blogiisi.


And it's vital that we enjoy every second granted
Make every moment special, as if it was your last. 'Cause we come and we go, all of us

I like to live in my own world. Fuck regular life, fuck a 9 to 5 job.
I'm told to enjoy every moment, every hour, every minute.
Why should I take life so seriously?
I just wanna do what I like to do. Being far from reality, cause I can't stand society.
I think the whole system fucking sucks.
Everybody's working their fucking ass off during the week,
getting totally fucking stressed out
So what's wrong, and what's right?

they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
you don't know me, there's no relation
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did

You know what, IÂ’m sick of all the haters always having a reason to complain about this music and the way I live my fucking life
DonÂ’t try to fucking understand me, just let me escape from reality
AinÂ’t nobody telling me what to do or what not to do
This is my life, this is my music, so fuck you!

Travel down the rabbit hole of nature's mysteries
Enter the world of the shaman
Get in balance with nature
Reach a higher state of consciousness
Experience the infinite potential of the nature of our mind

Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain't got no feelins
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake that kid you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the killas and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no feelins
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

it aint nothin' son..
its all good...
you know what im saying...
(Talk fades out)

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Tässä vielä lisää nrj-shitmusiconly parhautta.

Misunderstood By:

Satanists, heavy metal bands.

Modern Satanism walks the narrow line between bona fide religion and juvenile attention-seeking farce; like the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but with a lot more chains, hair dye and self-mutilation. Generally intended as a giant middle-finger to Christianity, Satanists deliberately adorn themselves with symbols that they think will inspire random people to try to give them a stern talking to.

One of the most popular Satanist symbols is the upside down cross, the reasoning behind which seems obvious enough. With the possible exception of that pentagram thing with the goat's head inside it, the inverted cross is the most immediately recognizable symbol of defiance against Christianity. It's certainly the easiest to tattoo onto your own face.
That's pretty hardcore. But there's only one man on Earth who is death metal enough to have an inverted cross carved into his own throne.



Whoa, wait a second...


If those Satanists had paid attention in Sunday school, they would probably realize that the inverted cross is actually the personal trademark of Saint Peter, the first Pope, and one of the most revered figures in Catholic lore. When Peter was martyred by crucifixion he was said to have requested to be crucified upside down because he didn't feel worthy of dying the same way as Jesus. As a result, many dyed-in-the-wool Catholics actually consider the inverted cross to be a more acceptable thing to attach to your tacky jewelry than a regular right-way-up one.


"I'm more metal than you, Satanists!" - last words of St. Peter [apocryphal].

By wearing an upside-down cross, Satanists are unwittingly showing humility and unworthiness before Christ. That makes about as much sense as a neo-Nazi sticking it to the Jews by swearing off pork for life. Take that!

Read more: http://www.cracked.com/article_18606_8-historic-symbols-that-mean-opposite-what-you-think.html#ixzz1CRPDX5HZ

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