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[17 Apr 2005|07:47pm]
Transcribed by Hallam Drury
These are the correct lyrics from all the albums!

Self Titled

BOMBTRACK
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Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-1, 2, 3...

Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game

But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality

Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-1, 2, 3
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn!

KILLING IN THE NAME
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Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

TAKE THE POWER BACK
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Bring that shit in! Uggh!

Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
Now check this out...uggh!

In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and right

So called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
Yo, we gotta take the power back!
Bam! Here's the plan
Motherfuck Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beats and the lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

The present curriculum
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yeah, we need to check the interior
Of the system that cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it,
break it down
Awww shit!

Uggh!

And like this...uggh!

Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way!

The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouning off every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to some of that
Bullshit that he learned in school

Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the motherfuckin' weathermen
To expose and close the doors on those who try
To strangle and mangle the truth
'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies

Uggh!

Yeah!

Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!

Uggh!

Yeah!

SETTLE FOR NOTHING
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No-one's here to catch me when I fall
Death is on my side....suicide!

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No-one's here to catch me when I fall
Caught between my culture and the system....genocide!

Read my writing on the wall
No-one's here to catch me when I fall
If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face
Yeah!

If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
Settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later
If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
We'll settle for nothing later
We settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later
If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later


KNOW YOUR ENEMY
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Huh!
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh!
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah!
Know your enemy!
Come on!

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!
Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!

Come on!
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (8 times)
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams

WAKE UP
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Come on!
Uggh!

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!


I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...And neutralize them,
neutralize them, neutralize them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow


FISTFUL OF STEEL
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Huh!
Check it...uggh!
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist

If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmissions bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question)

It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe
But to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
Ahh shit

And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin`
Yeah!
Come on!

A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Uggh!

TOWNSHIP REBELLION
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Rebel, rebel and yell
'Cause our people still dwell in hell
Locked in a cell
Yes, the structure's a cell
Mad is the story I tell
How long can we wait?
Come on, seein' what's at stake
Action for reaction
If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state
Get a check up
This is a stick up
Our freedom or your life
Lord, I wish I could be peacful
But there can be no sequel
Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion

Yeah, what about that, sucker?

Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
That fill your mind
Thoughts, battles fought
And lessons taught
Yes I'll display the fitness
And flip like a gymnast
Raise my fist and resist
Asleep, though we stand in the midst
Of a war
Gotta get mine
Gotta get more
Keepin' the mic warm against the norm
'Cause what does it offer me?
I think often it's nothin' but a coffin

Gotta get wreck
Till our necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope

Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
What's it gonna take?
Euuurrrggghhhhh!
Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost!
Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross!
When ignorance reigns, life is lost!
Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross!
When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost!

Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Fight the war, fuck the norm

FREEDOM
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Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!

The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?
Anger is a gift

Come on!
Uggh!
Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh!

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift

Freedom, Freedom, yeah right

Evil Empire

PEOPLE OF THE SUN
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Yeah people come up

Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one
Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
Wit their borders and boots on top of us
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
But how you gonna get what you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim
Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again! Uh!

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again! Uh!

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back
Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh
Our past blastin' on through the verses
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist
From tha era of terror check this photo lens,
Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse
Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came to try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again! Yeah!

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again!

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again!

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around!
Of the sun

BULLS ON PARADE
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Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
VIETNOW
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Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene

Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord
Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord
Shock around tha clock, from noon 'til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb
Terror's tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blessed by tha Lord
Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword
Check out tha new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound

Turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene

Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh!
Somebody gotta shell 'em
These evil angels lists, hittin' tha AM playlist
Paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman
Tha one wit out a room
The transmissions wippin' our backs
Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon
Terror's tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonator unwound
Ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound

Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?

Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene

Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god

REVOLVER
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His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
And he bought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver

A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!

Yeah!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver

SNAKECHARMER
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Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home
With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlights
Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid
Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes!
Oh greed oh yes
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You!
Yes you!

Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine
And you gotta make it where?
To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell
An empty dream
A selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you and your naive profession
Have no illusions boy
Vomit all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake and serve
And don't just think just wake and serve
Yeah!
Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage
Yeah!
you're 26 years in this stage)
Yeah!
Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You! Interested in you, interested in you
Interested in you, interested in you...

TIRE ME
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Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
Oh she's got everyone's eyes
Yeah!
In every home there's a sickening distress
Yeah!
Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious one
But we're all gonna......nah we're already dead!
We're already dead!

And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers-man
Who passed away with the truth
Amidst the eulogies of bliss
Who will know now what I know about you?
Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me
A mess!
Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire me
A mess!
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
So get the fuck from in front of me
Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed!
We're already dead!

(Guitar solo)

In a violent time

I wanna be Jackie Onassis
I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
I wanna be Jackie O
Oh oh oh oh please don't die!
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
Ruh!
We're already dead!
We're already dead!
We're already dead!


DOWN RODEO
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Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone
Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home
Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zone
The clockers born starin' at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock
School yard ta precinct, suburb ta project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained to the powder war

Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had tha tools
We should be takin' 'em
Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to
Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn

Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer

Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have

WITHOUT A FACE
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Uh! Got no card so I got not soul
Life is prison, no parole, no control
Tha jura got my number on a wire tap
'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a cadillac
Survive one motive no hope
'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope
Yes I know my deadline sire, when my life expires
I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire
Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
It's my life for their life so call it a free trade
"Por vida" and our name up on tha stall
I took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha white wall
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face
Without a face

Yeah, I tried ta look back ta my past long lost
A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop
Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock
Maize was all we needed ta sustain
Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me
Raped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgeois
War tape boomin' path is Luminoso
I'm headed north like my name was kid Cisco
To survive one motive no hope, ah
It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat
Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call
When I tried ta cross tha white wall
When I tried ta cross tha white walls
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face

You say fortify, reaction, you divide
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
You say fortify, reaction, you divide

WIND BELOW
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Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse
Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one
NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns
So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier
Occupy, causin' fear, come on
Wit the wind
below

We in wit the wind below
Wit the wind

Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it
From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal
The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below
The wind
She is the wind below

And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you
And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
Yeah!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
ROLL RIGHT
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Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cock back tha sling to stone a settler
And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter
Here comes the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!
And now we're alright, we're all calm!

This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss
With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park
Head crack, I hijack the papers
The vapors caught fire up in your mind
Come back rewind one time
Here comes the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!

We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level
We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level
For their lives and my lives were never settled
Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on

Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
For their lives and my lives were never settled

YEAR OF THA BOOMERANG
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Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people
'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah
Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
Uh! In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!
You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You!
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BURN BURN [17 Apr 2005|11:59am]
[ mood | calm ]

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New updates coming soon. This journal is temporarily down for the month of April. Possibly even a new journal by May. I have exciting news for all of you whe I return to the livejournal world.
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No Shelter [03 Apr 2005|09:01pm]
[ mood | angry ]

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There will be no shelter here..
The front line is everywhere..


American eyes
American eyes
View the world from American Eyes
Bury the past
Rob us Blind
And leave nothing behind..


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Not much has been going on. Florida was great. I've been with Tyler since I got back. School tomorrow. Track tomorrow. I'm working on a layout right now. RATM themed of course. Peace.
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In Florida [27 Mar 2005|02:13pm]
[ mood | hawt. ]

Favorites
Food:Cheesecake
Drink:Orange Soda
Band:Rage Against the Machine
Song:Don't have one
Fast Food Place:Burger King
Movie:Too many
Vacation Spot:Florida
Video Game:Metal Gear Solid Series
Animal:Dog
Yes or No
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:No
Virgin:Yes
Play an instrument:Yes
Skateboard:No
Snowboard:No
Have a JobNo
Like to Sleep:Yes
This or That
Pesi or Cola:Pepsi
Shower or Bath:Shower
Tv or Computer:Computer
Skaters or Punk Rockers:Neither both ghey boys.
Numbers or Letters:1 l13k 73h numb3r5
Chocolate or Vanilla:Vanilla
Cake or Pie:Cheesecake
Black or White:Red
Comedy or Horror Movies:Comedy
Ipod or Dell Dj:Neither, Sony MD, no no, PSP
Windows or Mac:Windows

CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!
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Gone for 10 days.. [20 Mar 2005|12:30am]
[ mood | excited ]

Welll...here is my little gift to everyone while I am gone.

I wub j00 Dad.
I wub j00 Carson.
I wub j00 Mommy.
I wub j00 Courtney.
I wub j00 Pugsley and Buster.
I wub j00 Kelly Glenn (moved up by helpful realization-just realized how much i loved her).
I wub j00 Tyler Gately.
I wub j00 Ethan Randall.
I wub j00 Jed McIntosh.
I wub j00 Matt DiTullio.
I wub j00 Eric VanBenschoten.
I wub j00 Bryan Sheehan.
I wub j00 Angelo Dimillo.
I wub j00 Kyle Shanley.
I wub j00 Cole Barrish.
I wub j00 Dan Kremer.
I wub j00 Jay Dry.
I wub j00 Boomer Russell.
I wub j00 Ben Jackson.
I wub j00 Luke Rankie.
I wub j00 Brennon Cain.
I wub j00 Lindsey Burke.
I wub j00 Rocky Surace.
I wub j00 Mallory McIntosh
I wub j00 Maggie Shaw.
I wub j00 Gianna Viola.
I wub j00 Andrea Licata.
I wub j00 Caroline Emerson.
I wub j00 Miller Barmasse.
I wub j00 Kerry Giansante.
I wub j00 Aidan Lyon.
I wub j00 James Arlington.
I wub j00 Alex Schwartz.
I wub j00 Josh Kane.
I wub j00 Kelly Jo Marotta.
I wub j00 Karly Schnittker (please be right).
I wub j00 Katie Taber.
I wub j00 Elysa Maurer.
I wub j00 Lyz Dembrow.
I wub j00 Jake Kelkenberg.
I wub j00 Beau Payne.
I wub j00 Mark Blackley.
I wub j00 Andy Szatkowski.
I wub j00 Lauren Currie.
I wub j00 Megan Murphy.
I wub j00 Matt Mulvey.
I wub j00 Ryan Lovitz.
I wub j00 Nick Davidson.
I wub j00 Ashley Jones (My Cuz).
I wub j00 Desiree Wiley.
I wub j00 Andrew Carrotseed.
I wub j00 Drew Perelli (spelling).
I wub j00 Jon Greig.
I wub j00 Andrew Granchelli.
I wub j00 Steve Russell.
I wub j00 Zack Falk.
I wub j00 Krishaon Ewing.
I wub j00 Branun Middleton.
I wub j00 Brynell Middleton.
I wub j00 Blake Cheatham.
I wub j00 Sean Mulvey.
I wub j00 Ray Foster.
I wub j00 Derek Rocco.
I wub j00 Cory Webster.
I wub j00 Hana Halloran.
I wub j00 Ben Reilly.
I wub j00 Teh Bebez.
I wub j00 Alex Early.
I wub j00 Ethan d00d.
I wub j00 Jesse.
I wub j00 TJ Huston.
and I wub j00 to all the people that I forgot that should be on here. My bad.

Listen I would really appreciate it if EVERYONE who saw this commented just to tell me they saw it and also to tell me how much they miss me. Please do.

I'll be back in ten days!

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But, do not get the wrong idea. I AM DEFINITELY psyched for this trip and I am going to have a fucking roxxor time. It shall PWN.

But, I will, once again, miss all j00 guys on Spring Break.

Good Luck on spending ten days without me..

With Love,



Cody Andrew Butler.

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[18 Mar 2005|04:31pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

ast Cigarette: Never.
Last Alcoholic Drink: Never.
Last Time Getting High: Never.
Last Car Ride: 3/18/05 Sheehan's drove me teh home
Last Kiss: umm...Junez0rz 04?
Last Good Cry: End of MGS3
Last Library Book: I Don't remember.
Last book bought: I don't buy books.
Last Movie Seen in Theaters: Boogeyman..yeah it sucked balls.
Last Movie Rented: Friday Night Lights
Last Cuss Word Uttered: Damn
Last Beverage Drank: X-Factor Gatorade
Last Food Consumed: Andes Mint
Last Crush: Hmmmz0rz..
Last Phone Call: Padre...bout 10 minutes ago.
Last TV Show Watched: Family Guy on Adult Swim last night at 11pm
Last Time Showered: This morning.
Last Shoes Warn: "off-white" Pumas with teh suede brown stripe
Last CD Played: Rage Against the Machine - "Rage Against the Machine"
Last Item Bought: AA Baterries.
Last Download: pr0n. Kidding, I believe it was the new BB video.
Last Annoyance: Carson locking me out.
Last Disappointment: N/A
Last Soda Drank: Gave up soda so I don't remember.
Last Thing Written: Something for a venn diagram in math.
Last Key Used: ?
Last Words Spoken: "Boobies!" To myself.
Last Sleep: 11:27pm - 6:43am last night.
Last Ice Cream Eaten: Vanilla n' Sherbet at Mafia Man's
Last Chair Sat in: A wooden chair that is substituting for a computer chair.
Last Web page Visited: Fight Night Boards at IGN

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[16 Mar 2005|08:01pm]
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

Thos who died..are justified..


Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya

Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya


Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites


Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!


Fuck you I won't do what you tell me..

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of


FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya

FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!


FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

Yeah! Come on!

FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me

FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!


Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!

FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

Motherfucker!

FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!

Uggh!


FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!



Motherfuckerr!!!


Ugh!


Ten bucks says this thing looks like shit. Which means if it doesn't you owe me ten bucks.
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Boxing [13 Mar 2005|10:45pm]
[ mood | friggen A ]

Boxing Day 3/12/05 -

Even though Cody had 4 years of experience and was a State Champion, Eric did not back down. He stepped up to the plate with no fear, and Cody respects him enough just for that. It wasn't really that good of a fight, as Cody took it easy on Eric and moved out of Eric wild punches that had no chance of hitting him. Eric had a history of bloody noses (DiTullio v. VanBenschoten '02), and on about the 6th and final punch that Cody threw, it caught Eric right in the nose. As the blood gushed out of his nose, he continued to fight until the end of the round. Cutman/referee Bryan Sheehan tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. The fight was stopped and cody was proclaimed victorious. Both men were winners though, as they both learned that you should not talk shit unless you have prior boxing experience, right Eric? "I'm gonna kick your American Ass!" Yeah, good one Eric. All I can say is have you ever seen anything Made In Korea that worked? The answer is no, and your nose is a perfect example.

Haha I'm just playing man. That was a fun night and a lot more stuff happened but I don't need to elaborate. The memories remain in our minds.

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Lol. Peace Bitches.

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[11 Mar 2005|09:33pm]
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This one is called "Crankage." Hit the big orange "Watch" button on the far right. It's sweet yo. Enjoy.
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[10 Mar 2005|05:21pm]
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[08 Mar 2005|07:09pm]
[ mood | cold ]

I heard a great song today in the car. And I know it's great cause I liked it the first time I heard it. Here:

Lonely I'm so lonely,
I have nobody,
For my owwnnn
I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
For my owwnnn
I'm so lonely,

Yo this one here goes out to all my playas out there ya kno got to have one good girl whose always been there like ya
Kno took all the bullshit then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave

I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was
Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova these few years, tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cuz
Ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin

I'm so lonely (so lonely),
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Cant belive I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put u thru u still stuck
Around and stayed by my side, what really hurt me is I broke ur heart, baby you were a good girl and I had no right, I
Really wanna make things right, cuz without u in my life girl

I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody to call my own)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Been all about the world ain't neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through
Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing u
Cuz aint nowhere in the globe id rather be, aint noone in the globe id rather see then the girl of my dreams that made me
Be so happy but now so lonely

So lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)

I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girrll

Never thought that id be alone, I didnt hope you'd be gone this long, I jus want u to call my phone, so stop playing girl and
Come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished Id ever
Hurt my baby, and its drivin me crazy cuz...

I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)

I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girll

Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, (so lonely),
Mr. Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely






Good Stuff.

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... [05 Mar 2005|11:18pm]
[ mood | horny ]

They say it's never to late to have an early childhood if I could turn back the hands of time God should.

I didn't do anything this whole weekend. It was so boring. I did like 3 things.

1. Made a teaser video.
2. Went to work-out.
3. Got Fight Night 2005.

[enter]

I can't wait till the 20th. I can get out of this fucking town. It's not Lockport, because I'd probably be just as miserable anywhere else. But at least when I go to Florida I will be away from all the people here. I've had enough. I just, I don't know nothing feels the same anymore. Too much is changing and I can't handle it. I've lost more friends than I've gained over the past year. I have no fucking life. No one ever does anything anymore. I sit on this goddamned computer everyday and everynight. Either that or I'm playing videogames. I swear to God I have more fun in school then I do on the weekends. My whole life has just gone downhill so much in the past couple months. I can't even decribe it. And I don't know where to turn for help. I just sit here and wait. I let the time pass and hope everything goes away. I just hope that everything gets better like it did last year. I feel so powerless. Because while all of this is going on, all of this change, there is NOTHING I can do about it. I think way too much. That's half of the problem. I think about the past so much and I'm blind to what is going on right now. I'm not even enjoying my last year in middle school. Which may be a good thing. Because unlike before, I'm really looking foward to next year. A brand new beginning. I can leave all of this shit at EBMS.

[exit]

That's what I would have said last week. And even though nothing has changed this week, I feel better. I felt this way before. Everyhing always seems to find a way to work out though. So I'm not worried about anything.

Anywho, on a lighter note. Greg Weber put Kyle Frenandez through the wall.

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Teh lolzzorzz..


BTW playing Fight Night and listening to certain songs makes me miss boxing. But, Jerome left Amer is in trouble and Corey, Troy, and Matt all quit. So there wouldn't be much to come back to.
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A Box Of Whiskers [03 Mar 2005|08:22pm]
[ mood | Hey look! Me with Photoshop! ]

What up homies. Hows everything with chu? Not that it matters, this is my journal Biotch!

Anywho, this is what's been going down. NOTHING. Since the last time I wrote soemthing in here, almost nothing has changed. A couple things though, that I should mention:

1) There were 3 days that we should have had a snowday. 0 Snowdays. Something seems a little sketchy about that.

2) I'm going to Florida from the 20th-30th to chill with my Ma and Sis. It's gonna be tight yo. Whoever has been down to Florida knows that they have some of the coolest shit ever down there, including some of the greatest amusement parks ever created, all of which we will be going to.

3) I think me and mi padre are going to Best Buy to pick up our video camera this weekend. That shit will be off the chain. Now i can show you guys pics and MOVIES!! WooHOO!

4) I can finally do that RATM song on the guitar. Also, Band Name = A Box Of Whiskers. Long story hoes.

5) I got Photoshop, so know I can make cool graphics shit. I'm working on a new layout. That joint is gonna be off the chizzain. Bitch. Also make sure you check out that colorbar, that I made myself. If anyone wants me to make them one, of anything leave a comment and I will hook you up.


6) I officially miss Spring of 04. And I know that Spring of 05 hasn't even started, but looking back on last year, there's no way that shit can be topped. It's INSURMOUNTABLE.

7) I will be getting Fight Night 2005 in approximately 2 days.

That is all my friends. Peace Bitches.

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[01 Mar 2005|05:58pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

2nd vid:

http://files.filefront.com/Part_2_of_MGS_Tributes/;3808249;;/fileinfo.html

^ = 10x better than the first.

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OMG [24 Feb 2005|02:26am]
[ mood | sick ]

Holy crap it's been so long since I updated this thing..

Most of you probably know all of the things that hapenned from last time I updated till now, so I'll just start with the here and now. New layout, hope ya like it. I am so sick right now it's crazy. I can't even talk, and I'm probably gonna miss school tomorrow for the 3rd day in a row. I gotta recover though cause I have things to do.

I feel that I have to telly ou these things that happened in my absence:

1.I got my digital camera..meaning that there will be digital references to almost every entry now.

2. We DID beat North Park. It was a glourious game that went to double overtime. I sent the game into OT with a free throw with like 3 seconds left. Then Bren Shan hit this crazy ass shot to win it. He's got talent man.

3. I got adopted on IGN by Wonderingstar. I'm finally an Insider.

That's just about it. I gotta get some rest. Hopefully I will update tomorrow.

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[17 Feb 2005|07:37pm]
http://static.zed.cbc.ca/users/c/codeezie/files/000_0037.MOV



Need I say more?
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hmm.. [11 Feb 2005|10:16pm]
[ mood | Pumped for the game, son. ]

Before we embark on the battle that is the North Park rivalry game, here are some words of wisdom from myself regarding our team's season so far. I will refer to the person i was speaking to as "Zero"

Enjoy.

buccaneers1fan45: we dont have any superstars
Zero: You're all superstars.
buccaneers1fan45: no, were not.
Zero: In my eyes.
Zero: I told you I don't know much.
buccaneers1fan45: we just dont have anuone who really stands out
buccaneers1fan45: everyone is at aboutt he same skill lever
buccaneers1fan45: our size is small compared to other teams
Zero: Yes.
buccaneers1fan45: we are always the smallest team on the court
Zero: It's true.
buccaneers1fan45: we are always slower then other teams
Zero: No, I don't see that.
buccaneers1fan45: not our fault though
buccaneers1fan45: its a biological thing
Zero: The physical advantage stuff is yes.
buccaneers1fan45: hah
Zero: I mean, as you said a lot of them are older
buccaneers1fan45: yup
buccaneers1fan45: the team we faced had 2 15 year olds
Zero: I'll bet I could guess who they were too.
buccaneers1fan45: add in that we have no really great players
buccaneers1fan45: we are not a very good basketball team on paper....we hustle and work hard though...thats what keeps us in games..and that all a team like ours can really do..is keep showing up...keep trying...because we dont have a great player...or a great line that can dominate games for us
buccaneers1fan45: and that in my eyes....is admirable in all different aspects
buccaneers1fan45: it means so much more that a record, or individual statistics
buccaneers1fan45: the fact that we believe we can do it ever game no matter the odds
buccaneers1fan45: no matter how badly we were beaten the previous game
buccaneers1fan45: the fact that we will work harder than any other team in practice
buccaneers1fan45: then get beat by a lazy team in a game
buccaneers1fan45: but still walk out of the locker room still unified...as a team...and looking foward to the next oppurtunity
buccaneers1fan45: ..that is all.

Good luck to everyone on my team. I know we are gonna kick ass though, so those NP bitches better watch their ass(es)!!

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woohoo! [05 Feb 2005|01:24pm]
[ mood | calm ]

RATM Layout Is Bomb.

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Yo.. [04 Feb 2005|10:31pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

Whats up errbody. Just got back from Matt's B-Day party. It was mad funn yo.

We just got a new TV with surround sound and high-definition. I'm excited to play MGS3 on it. I was playing "So Cold" witht he surround sound on full blast and honestly a smile grew on my face when i heard it. The whole house was shaking. Then I watched The Matrix in HD, fucking amazing. Same grin.

Didnt go to school today either. Didn't feel like it at all. Instead I helped my Dad out with some things.

Here's the new link to my vid:

http://files.filefront.com/Codys_MGS3_Tribute/;3800198;;/fileinfo.html

And here's a sweet pic:



Pretty pissed right now cause I wanted to sleep over at Rocky;s house tonight but i have to watch my damn brother. What a bitch.



"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" - Zack de la Rocha

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FINALLY!! [30 Jan 2005|09:46pm]
Omg...Finally an update...

Jesus...a lot of stuff has happened since Tuesday..

I'm not gonna explain all of it...but I will make a promise to update at least every other night!!

Here's the video I made over the weekend:

http://www.abeallush.com/Downloads/Cody's%20MGS3%20Tribute.wmv

If you don't know what it's about that's cool just try to appreciate my artistic ability. LOL.



That's all I have to say. I will be back tomorrow hopefully.

Leave a comment and tell me how good it is to have me back!
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