Het blok is tegen RAPMUZIEK! ....................... :):):) - Pagina 7

S. · 21 januari 2004, 12:00

Vandaag waren de Sint-Andries MC's nog eens op stubru:

Gij wilt nen battle?
Dat wordt een bloedbad!
Want ik kick meer shit
Dan nen blinde op het voetpad!

Alvader · 21 januari 2004, 19:44

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Het Chill Effect

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door ancapa

wat een talent

dat zingen met een Haaaasselts dialectje...
effe bellen naar Chris Van den Druppel

Chris van de Druppel?
Huppel maar verder zonder kop, lompe knuppel!!

Wat een flauwe kul!
Dit liedje gaat over jou, lul!

Typisch zo'n blokpoedelke met zo'n kef.
Maar verder ontbreekt het je wel aan lef!

Besef dat je bullshit mij verheft tot chef!

Het valt op dat de "verlichte" geesten eigenlijk uitblinken in het bovenhalen van vooroordelen en cliché's

Het Skill Effect · 21 januari 2004, 20:04

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Alvader

Het valt op dat de "verlichte" geesten eigenlijk uitblinken in het bovenhalen van vooroordelen en cliché's

Dit is daar een mooi voorbeeld van!

headinajar · 22 januari 2004, 10:01

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Eichmann

Alleen een ontaarde geest kan houden van een ondermuziekvorm als rap. Op wat lijkt dat nu, zo een on-Europese en onderontwikkelde negermuziek?

Eichmann kan nu nog moeilijk ontkennen dat hij een rascist is.

Eichmann, je moest je schamen met zulke domme uitspraken.
Vele van die "rappers" verdienen heel wat meer respect dan een looser als jij!

headinajar · 22 januari 2004, 10:22

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Eichmann

Ik ben nooit echt bezig geweest met muziek, als jongeling had ik ook nooit op een voldoende positieve manier met haar kennis gemaakt.

Misschien moet Eichmann eens naar Autechre of Aphex Twin luisteren, dan valt hij hopelijk ter plaatse dood :
http://media.salon.com/mp3s/autechre_capiv080902.mp3

Wat Eichmann eens moet leren is dat muziek evolueert, cultuur evolueert, mensen evolueren, de maatschappij evolueert... kortom alles evolueert.
Eichmann is eigenlijk gewoon een ouwe zak!

jan hyoens · 22 januari 2004, 10:41

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door headinajar

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Eichmann

Ik ben nooit echt bezig geweest met muziek, als jongeling had ik ook nooit op een voldoende positieve manier met haar kennis gemaakt.

Misschien moet Eichmann eens naar Autechre of Aphex Twin luisteren, dan valt hij hopelijk ter plaatse dood :
http://media.salon.com/mp3s/autechre_capiv080902.mp3

Wat Eichmann eens moet leren is dat muziek evolueert, cultuur evolueert, mensen evolueren, de maatschappij evolueert... kortom alles evolueert.
Eichmann is eigenlijk gewoon een ouwe zak!

Gewoon wetenschappelijk; maar degeneratie komt ook voor in de natuur en dus ook in de cultuur, muziek,enz.

headinajar · 22 januari 2004, 10:52

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door jan hyoens

Gewoon wetenschappelijk; maar degeneratie komt ook voor in de natuur en dus ook in de cultuur, muziek,enz.

Haha!

Gewoon omdat je iets niet verstaat, is het niet gedegenereerd.

Shans dat de jeugd van vandaag een heel stuk intelligenter is dan zageventen als jij.
Hoeveel je jezelf tot maagzweren toe frustreerd erover. De toekomst is aan ons en jouw "ras" sterft zeker en vast uit, dus is het alleen maar een kwestie van geduld.
Das eigenlijk wel een hele opluchting.

jan hyoens · 22 januari 2004, 12:14

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door headinajar

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door jan hyoens

Gewoon wetenschappelijk; maar degeneratie komt ook voor in de natuur en dus ook in de cultuur, muziek,enz.

Haha!

Gewoon omdat je iets niet verstaat, is het niet gedegenereerd.

Shans dat de jeugd van vandaag een heel stuk intelligenter is dan zageventen als jij.
Hoeveel je jezelf tot maagzweren toe frustreerd erover. De toekomst is aan ons en jouw "ras" sterft zeker en vast uit, dus is het alleen maar een kwestie van geduld.
Das eigenlijk wel een hele opluchting.

Waar zeg ik dat? Gij hebt blijkbaar lange tenen? Ik ben van het principe " les gouts et les couleurs ne çe discutent pas". Dus wat mij betreft moogt gij er bij lopen als een clochard uit oezbekistan die drie dagen in de leie heeft gelegen en naar rapmuziek luisteren waarvan je niets begrijpt!

headinajar · 22 januari 2004, 13:24

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door jan hyoens

Waar zeg ik dat?

Ik zeg : alles evolueert
Jij zegt : degeneratie komt voor in de natuur, dus ook in cultuur

pfff... je schrijft misschien niet letterlijk dat moderne cultuur/muziek/levensstijl/... gedegenereerd is, maar eigenlijk wil je het wel zeggen.

Het Skill Effect · 22 januari 2004, 13:34

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Ik zeg : alles evolueert
Jij zegt : degeneratie komt voor in de natuur, dus ook in cultuur

Ik zeg: Het blok is met dergelijke uitspraken ook duidelijk gedegenereerd!!!

Het Skill Effect · 22 januari 2004, 13:37

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door The Paulus Experience

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Vlaams blok

Anti-crap

Voor wie niet meer mee kan of is met de hedendaagse politiekgenres: 'crap' is een genre waarbij de partij of groep, met ritmische intervallen een vaak lasterende en provocerende boodschap de wereld instuurt. Noem het maar een opgestoken middelvinger die in een rpogramma werd gezet. In Frankrijk bestaat het al enige tijd, 'crappende' autochtonen (FN). En ook in Nederland maakte een plaatselijk groepje enige tijd geleden furore met een protestpartij onder de ronkende titel "LFP"

In Amerika hebben een aantal doorgaans blanke crappers een al even goed gevulde bankrekening als hun strafblad.

Ik had er eerst overheen gekeken, Paulus.

Maar wat is LFP?
Lijst Fluim Portin?

Alvader · 22 januari 2004, 21:06

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Het Chill Effect

Citaat:

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Alvader

Het valt op dat de "verlichte" geesten eigenlijk uitblinken in het bovenhalen van vooroordelen en cliché's

Dit is daar een mooi voorbeeld van!

Voor inhoudelijke commentaar moeten we blijkbaar niet bij u zijn.

cuboidz · 23 januari 2004, 16:19

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Black Eyed Peas - Where Is The Love

What's wrong with the world mama?
People living like aint got no mamas
I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma
Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crypts and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you're bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the love2x)

It just ain't the same all ways have changed
New days are strange is the world the insane?
If love and peace so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations dropping bombs
Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones
With ongoing suffering
As the youth die young
So ask yourself is the loving really strong?
So I can ask myself really what is going wrong
With this world that we living in
People keep on giving in
Makin wrong decisions
Only visions of them livin and
Not respecting each other
Deny thy brother
The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover
The truth is kept secret
Swept under the rug
If you never know truth
Then you never know love
Where's the love y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the love y'all?

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father father father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the lovex2)

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm getting older y'all people get colder
Most of us only care about money makin
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema
Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and quality
Instead of spreading love, we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under
I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?(fade)

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<sarcasm>
Oooooh de decadentie...
</sarcasm>

headinajar · 23 januari 2004, 16:57

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door cuboidz

<sarcasm>
Oooooh de decadentie...
</sarcasm>

Die rappers hebben meestal veel wijzere dingen te zeggen dan die ouwe zageventen gelijk Eichmann op dit forum.

Het Skill Effect · 23 januari 2004, 17:01

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Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Alvader

Citaat:

Oorspronkelijk geplaatst door Het Chill Effect

Dit is daar een mooi voorbeeld van!

Voor inhoudelijke commentaar moeten we blijkbaar niet bij u zijn.

Voor u geldt die regel inderdaad!

Het Skill Effect · 23 januari 2004, 17:05

ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT
MR. WENDAL

here have a dollar
in fact now brotherman here have two
two dollars means a snack for me
but it means a big deal to you
be strong serve god only
know that if you do beautiful heaven awaits
that's the poem i wrote for the first time
i saw a man with no cloths, no money, no plate
mr. wendal, that's his name
no one ever knew his name cuz he's a know one
never thought twice about spending on an old bum
until i had the chance to really get to know one
now that i know 'em to give him money isn't charity
he gives me some knowledge, i buy him some shoes
and to think blacks spend all their money on big colleges
still most of you come out confused
go ahead mr. wendal
go ahead mr. wendal

mr. wendal has freedom
a free that you and i think he's dumb
free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
for mr. wendal's a bum
his only worries are sickness and occasional harassment
by the police and their chase
uncivilized we call him but i just saw him
eat off the food we waste
civilization, are we really civilized
yes or no, who are we to judge
when thousands of innocent mancould be brutally enslaved and killed over a racist grudge
mr. wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don't hear him talk
it's not his fault when we're goin' too far and we got too far
cuz on him we walk
mr. wendal, a man, a human in flesh, but not by law
i feed you dignity to stand with pride
realize now that all in all we stand tall
go ahead mr. wendal

mr. wendal, lord, mr. wendal

Het Skill Effect · 23 januari 2004, 17:09

ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT
PRIDE

My skin could never no curse, no it can't
I wear it like a prom tuxedo
I wear my hair as if its the sun and...
each and every dread is a powerful light ray
never wanted things to be in reverse cuz
GOD makes waves wise travellers so
my views of this world are ever growing
thus ever growing is the way one must view me
A soul of conviction unjustly convicted
happy tv commercials and bi-racial shows
the smell of reality still burns my nose
not content until it smells like a rose
whether it's in style to keep the fight
I tread these waters and make my waves yes I do
And I will fight until my dying day
And even after that my ghost resides with pride
Forward ever backward never
day by day these trials I trod
Always triumphant never fail
We've come too far to turn back now
I won't turn back I move
My blood is thicker than the waters of any flood
Here I am facing the almighty herself
If she approves then I am saved
Clear of trouble is the path I pave
for generations to walk and run
Whether it's in style to keep the fight
I tread these waters and make waves GOD knows
and I will fight until my dying day
and even after that my ghost resides with pride

Het Skill Effect · 23 januari 2004, 23:06

SPEARHEAD
Hole in the bucket.

I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M.
and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M.
the street is black and shiny from the early
nightly rainin'
the glory of the light it brings evaporation
morning's fresh oxygen cleanest
I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest
I'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffee
don't wanna cigarrette 'cause it's a form of slavery
walk into the store 'cause I need a few items
the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins
needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads
can't remember why but I need a spool of thread
Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer
he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter
I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along
and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song...

(chorus)
There's a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear
liza...(repeat)

The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song
the buses and the people all keep movin' along
to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?"
and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup
I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
should I give it to the man's the question in my brain
What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine
What's gonna happen if I give the man a quarter?
will he find a dealer and try to place an order?
what's gonna happen if I give the man a nickel
will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled?
I'm not responsible for the man's depression
how can I find compassion in the midst of recession?
How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head
and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread.

(chorus)

He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' past
I'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna ask
me about the coinage that is in my pocket
But I don't know if I should put it in his bucket
walk right past him to think about it more
back at the crib I'm openin' up the door
a pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me
my cup is half full but his is empty
I put back on my cap and I start headin' back
I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack
well as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!"
there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole
While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack
the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks
no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head
But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread!

(chorus)

Het Skill Effect · 23 januari 2004, 23:13

GRANDMASTER FLASH
The Message

Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Don’t care
I can’t take the smell, I can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie’s in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to loose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin’ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livin’ in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her
Own

Chorus:
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under

My brother’s doing fast on my mother’s t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Can’t even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!

Chorus:

My son said daddy I don’t wanna go to school
Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think I’m a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I can’t walk through the park, cause it’s crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin’ on a
Seesaw

Chorus:

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he’s frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You’ll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I’m cool, I’m no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you’re unemployed, all null ’n’ void
Walking around like you’re pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and you’re a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Chorus:

Het Skill Effect · 23 januari 2004, 23:14

Voila,

Dat is genoeg bewijs.

Zoveel wijsheid hebben zelfs alle blokkers in Vlaanderen samen nog niet neergeschreven!

21 januari 2004, 12:00	#121
S. Minister Geregistreerd: 20 augustus 2002 Berichten: 3.790	Vandaag waren de Sint-Andries MC's nog eens op stubru: Gij wilt nen battle? Dat wordt een bloedbad! Want ik kick meer shit Dan nen blinde op het voetpad! __________________ Voor eind juli 2001: Verschillende waarschuwingen over dreigende aanslagen. Eind juli 2001: Hoogst mogelijke staat van alarm bij de CIA. 6 augustus 2001: Bush wordt gewaarschuwd over «voorbereidingen voor kapingen». 7 augustus 2001: Bush vertrekt naar zijn ranch in Texas voor een maandje vakantie.

23 januari 2004, 16:19	#133
cuboidz Lokaal Raadslid Geregistreerd: 18 december 2003 Berichten: 354	----- Black Eyed Peas - Where Is The Love What's wrong with the world mama? People living like aint got no mamas I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crypts and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And if you hatin you're bound to get irate Yeah madness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates You gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek? Father Father Father help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the love2x) It just ain't the same all ways have changed New days are strange is the world the insane? If love and peace so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations dropping bombs Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones With ongoing suffering As the youth die young So ask yourself is the loving really strong? So I can ask myself really what is going wrong With this world that we living in People keep on giving in Makin wrong decisions Only visions of them livin and Not respecting each other Deny thy brother The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover The truth is kept secret Swept under the rug If you never know truth Then you never know love Where's the love y'all?(I don't know) Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know) Where's the love y'all? People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying Can practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek? Father father father help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love?(where is the lovex3)(the lovex2) I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm getting older y'all people get colder Most of us only care about money makin Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema Whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness and quality Instead of spreading love, we're spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek? Father Father Father help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love?(fade) ----- <sarcasm> Oooooh de decadentie... </sarcasm> __________________ Don't worry I got an idea. An idea so smart my head would explode if I even began to know what I was talking about... -- Peter Griffin --

23 januari 2004, 17:05	#136
Het Skill Effect Banneling Geregistreerd: 15 mei 2003 Berichten: 7.917	ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT MR. WENDAL here have a dollar in fact now brotherman here have two two dollars means a snack for me but it means a big deal to you be strong serve god only know that if you do beautiful heaven awaits that's the poem i wrote for the first time i saw a man with no cloths, no money, no plate mr. wendal, that's his name no one ever knew his name cuz he's a know one never thought twice about spending on an old bum until i had the chance to really get to know one now that i know 'em to give him money isn't charity he gives me some knowledge, i buy him some shoes and to think blacks spend all their money on big colleges still most of you come out confused go ahead mr. wendal go ahead mr. wendal mr. wendal has freedom a free that you and i think he's dumb free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society for mr. wendal's a bum his only worries are sickness and occasional harassment by the police and their chase uncivilized we call him but i just saw him eat off the food we waste civilization, are we really civilized yes or no, who are we to judge when thousands of innocent mancould be brutally enslaved and killed over a racist grudge mr. wendal has tried to warn us about our ways but we don't hear him talk it's not his fault when we're goin' too far and we got too far cuz on him we walk mr. wendal, a man, a human in flesh, but not by law i feed you dignity to stand with pride realize now that all in all we stand tall go ahead mr. wendal mr. wendal, lord, mr. wendal

23 januari 2004, 17:09	#137
Het Skill Effect Banneling Geregistreerd: 15 mei 2003 Berichten: 7.917	ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT PRIDE My skin could never no curse, no it can't I wear it like a prom tuxedo I wear my hair as if its the sun and... each and every dread is a powerful light ray never wanted things to be in reverse cuz GOD makes waves wise travellers so my views of this world are ever growing thus ever growing is the way one must view me A soul of conviction unjustly convicted happy tv commercials and bi-racial shows the smell of reality still burns my nose not content until it smells like a rose whether it's in style to keep the fight I tread these waters and make my waves yes I do And I will fight until my dying day And even after that my ghost resides with pride Forward ever backward never day by day these trials I trod Always triumphant never fail We've come too far to turn back now I won't turn back I move My blood is thicker than the waters of any flood Here I am facing the almighty herself If she approves then I am saved Clear of trouble is the path I pave for generations to walk and run Whether it's in style to keep the fight I tread these waters and make waves GOD knows and I will fight until my dying day and even after that my ghost resides with pride

23 januari 2004, 23:06	#138
Het Skill Effect Banneling Geregistreerd: 15 mei 2003 Berichten: 7.917	SPEARHEAD Hole in the bucket. I work 9 to 5 but it starts in the P.M. and I love the sunrise so I step out in the A.M. the street is black and shiny from the early nightly rainin' the glory of the light it brings evaporation morning's fresh oxygen cleanest I take a deep hit help my mind stay the greenest I'm already wake so I'm not drinkin' coffee don't wanna cigarrette 'cause it's a form of slavery walk into the store 'cause I need a few items the sun heats the blood like a hit of vitamins needa buy some food and some 'poo for my dreads can't remember why but I need a spool of thread Man with dirty dreads, steps around the comer he asks me for a dime, a nickel or a quarter I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song... (chorus) There's a hole in the bucket dear liza, dear liza...(repeat) The day is pickin' up cause I'm hummin' his song the buses and the people all keep movin' along to the shopkeeper I say "was'sup?" and I'm thinkin' about the man who's holdin' up the cup I pay for all the stuff and get a pocketful of change should I give it to the man's the question in my brain What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime? I don't wanna pay for anotha brotha's wine What's gonna happen if I give the man a quarter? will he find a dealer and try to place an order? what's gonna happen if I give the man a nickel will he buy some food or some pork that's been pickled? I'm not responsible for the man's depression how can I find compassion in the midst of recession? How come all these questions keep fuckin' with my head and I still can't rememba why I need a spool of thread. (chorus) He's starin' in my eyes just as I'm walkin' past I'm tryin to avoid him cause I know he's gonna ask me about the coinage that is in my pocket But I don't know if I should put it in his bucket walk right past him to think about it more back at the crib I'm openin' up the door a pocketful of change it don't mean alot to me my cup is half full but his is empty I put back on my cap and I start headin' back I reach into my pocket and I have a heart attack well as I'm diggin' deep I scream "oh no!" there's nothin' in the pocket but a great big hole While I was busy thinkin' if he would buy smack the jingle in my pocket it slipped through the cracks no one has the change and it's fuckin' up my head But now I no the reason why I had to buy the thread! (chorus)

23 januari 2004, 23:13	#139
Het Skill Effect Banneling Geregistreerd: 15 mei 2003 Berichten: 7.917	GRANDMASTER FLASH The Message Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just Don’t care I can’t take the smell, I can’t take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkie’s in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge I’m trying not to loose my head It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin’ out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes Blow Crazy lady, livin’ in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go To search a prince to see the last of senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so so ditty She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her Own Chorus: It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin’ under My brother’s doing fast on my mother’s t.v. Says she watches to much, is just not healthy All my children in the daytime, dallas at night Can’t even see the game or the sugar ray fight Bill collectors they ring my phone And scare my wife when I’m not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike At the station Me on king kong standin’ on my back Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might Hijack a plane! Chorus: My son said daddy I don’t wanna go to school Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think I’m a Fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be Cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing Funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and Honey They push that girl in front of a train Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start I can’t walk through the park, cause it’s crazy After the dark Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the Run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw Hear them say you want some more, livin’ on a Seesaw Chorus: A child was born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but he’s frowning too Cause only God knows what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You’ll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I’m cool, I’m no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now you’re unemployed, all null ’n’ void Walking around like you’re pretty boy floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your man is took and you’re a may tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young Chorus:

23 januari 2004, 23:14	#140
Het Skill Effect Banneling Geregistreerd: 15 mei 2003 Berichten: 7.917	Voila, Dat is genoeg bewijs. Zoveel wijsheid hebben zelfs alle blokkers in Vlaanderen samen nog niet neergeschreven!