I dont care what people say, that man is a god in his time. At least he speaks his mind on his records, rather than pansying about with pukeish lovesongs.
I love him, i'd like to shake his hand.
I love him, i'd like to shake his hand.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Eminem - Sing for the Moment
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck
can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears,
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...
Friday, June 20, 2003
This weeks FridayFive is about hair.... I dont talk about girly yotz like hair... and so today I shall pass :)
Thursday, June 19, 2003
My new kitten is very cute (YES! I like KITTENS! small furry fluffy kittens! SUE ME!)... i shall have pictures of his highness shortly.
Well, it would appear the blogouts section aint workin for some unfathomable reason, so youll just have to keep your fucking opinions to your fucking selves okay!
Monday, June 16, 2003
You know what pisses me the f**k off?.... apart from.... everything?
Decent television shows getting the bloody axe. Someone... please... tell me what in the blue hell the high and mighty are thinking of when they take the chopper to shows like Farscape, Buffy, Xena, The Sopranos, Sex and the city?
I mean... what the f**k else is there to watch now?
We have Angel and Charmed, they'll be around another season or two. There's Alias which I hope will live forever. 24... well... it started well but now its about as far fetched as sending a goldfish to the sun and hoping it'll survive and recall everything it learnt with its seven second memory. 24 has lost the plot, and it doesnt look like there's much hope of getting it back again (would someone please murder Kim? shes the most annoying f**king character in the history of television, i'd rather rip out my own eyeballs and attempt to cook them, that watch her pissing about).... theres Six feet under.... which is a good show. But all of these have a limited shelf life too and no doubt the axe will soon be slicing through telly flesh needlessly.
So they take these great shows off of the air.. and replace them with half assed 'seen it all before' bullshit that no one will watch but is cheap to make so the companies in charge just love it (Mutant X anyone? holy crap... if i've ever seen worse special effects in my life.... They might as well get a 2 year old on staff and get him to draw the pretty pictures. Last weeks hover ship looked like a traumatised turtle)... they get shit actors that dont know their ass from their cues and hence dont need to be paid anything but condoms in the vein hope they will not reproduce, ever. God forbid Vicky Pratt has kids... f**k me sideways they'd be gorgeous but they'd be the most talentless motherf**kers since the slime on the side off cliff faces... .with less charisma.
Meanwhile... shows with good special effects, an actual condomless budget and some decent acting... get the slice. Ok so Sarah Michelle Gellar couldnt act her way out of a dole cue but still, Buffy has other attributes that keep it afloat. And now its gone.
Farscape.... pure brilliance. Just another space show yeah but this one had substance, and talent. And hence, with all of its great plots and acting, it gets the shop... in favour of Stargate SG1... a show thought up by someone else. Why cant people have new ideas?
Now we lose The Sopranos... which is just.... well, someone should be shot on sight for that decision.
Whats left to bloody watch? and what the f**k will they replace it with? robot vampires of the future? Do me a f**king lemon.
Someone needs a good f**king kicking. Just point me at em.
God i need a life.
Decent television shows getting the bloody axe. Someone... please... tell me what in the blue hell the high and mighty are thinking of when they take the chopper to shows like Farscape, Buffy, Xena, The Sopranos, Sex and the city?
I mean... what the f**k else is there to watch now?
We have Angel and Charmed, they'll be around another season or two. There's Alias which I hope will live forever. 24... well... it started well but now its about as far fetched as sending a goldfish to the sun and hoping it'll survive and recall everything it learnt with its seven second memory. 24 has lost the plot, and it doesnt look like there's much hope of getting it back again (would someone please murder Kim? shes the most annoying f**king character in the history of television, i'd rather rip out my own eyeballs and attempt to cook them, that watch her pissing about).... theres Six feet under.... which is a good show. But all of these have a limited shelf life too and no doubt the axe will soon be slicing through telly flesh needlessly.
So they take these great shows off of the air.. and replace them with half assed 'seen it all before' bullshit that no one will watch but is cheap to make so the companies in charge just love it (Mutant X anyone? holy crap... if i've ever seen worse special effects in my life.... They might as well get a 2 year old on staff and get him to draw the pretty pictures. Last weeks hover ship looked like a traumatised turtle)... they get shit actors that dont know their ass from their cues and hence dont need to be paid anything but condoms in the vein hope they will not reproduce, ever. God forbid Vicky Pratt has kids... f**k me sideways they'd be gorgeous but they'd be the most talentless motherf**kers since the slime on the side off cliff faces... .with less charisma.
Meanwhile... shows with good special effects, an actual condomless budget and some decent acting... get the slice. Ok so Sarah Michelle Gellar couldnt act her way out of a dole cue but still, Buffy has other attributes that keep it afloat. And now its gone.
Farscape.... pure brilliance. Just another space show yeah but this one had substance, and talent. And hence, with all of its great plots and acting, it gets the shop... in favour of Stargate SG1... a show thought up by someone else. Why cant people have new ideas?
Now we lose The Sopranos... which is just.... well, someone should be shot on sight for that decision.
Whats left to bloody watch? and what the f**k will they replace it with? robot vampires of the future? Do me a f**king lemon.
Someone needs a good f**king kicking. Just point me at em.
God i need a life.
