Monday, April 6, 2009

Three 6 Mafia "Stay Fly"

So this song came on my iPod today I had to share it with the world. With 12000+ songs on it sometimes I forget what in the hell is on it. This ones a gem.
I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I I
[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Call me the juice and you know Imma stunt
Ride in the car with some bump in the trunk
Tone in my lap and you know it's the pump
Breakin down the good weed rollin the blunt
Ghetto pimp tight girls say I'm the man
Ice on the wrist with the ice in the chains
Ridin through the hood got me grippin the grain
And I'm sippin the same while I'm changin the lanes
Eyes real tight cuz I'm chokin the creep
Vision messed up cuz I'm drinkin the lean
Messing with D boys riding them big toys
Make your main gal wanna get on my team
She gotta give it up before she get in my car
I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star
Cuz when I'm in the club I be back in the far in the VIP part everybody in the bar
[Verse 2 - DJ Paul]
is a dog one you do not trust
You leave your green around me
Nigga your green gonna get lit up
You leave your drink around me
Believe your drink gonna get drunk up
You leave your girl around me
And she bet she gonna get stuffed
These niggas is spies we living it live keep them nice tires
Ridin around what they like
Make a couple of nuns a couple of dimes
Its purple purp purple purp purple and swallow it down
with the yurple yip yurple yip yurple
sits goin down!
[Chorus]
I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die
I I I I I I II gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Puff puff pass nigga roll that blunt
Let's get high nigga smoke us one
Car pull out the phantom
Niggas can't stand it but them hoes gon' come out
Just really wanna smoke my weed
Fuck these hoes and stack my cheese
Stop at the light and pause on 3
Hit the mall and it be all on me
But gotta keep one eye out for the po-po
Close the window when I roll the indo
Know they mad cuz I roll the benzo
It's that purple not pretendo
Three 6 Mafia and they my kin folks
So when I'm in Memphis, Ten-a-key
I just might not bring my own
Cuz them niggas still let me smoke for free

[Verse 4 - Crunchy Black]
Whats up mary! how you doin?
Mary jane stanky niggaS
ince I have met you girl you ruined my brain (ruined my brain)
You stole my heart (You stole my heart)
Right from the start (Right from the start)
So I broke you down lil mama and hit you in the dark (hit you in the dark)

[Verse 5 - 8Ball]
Front row full of that dro
Leave the club full of rolls 8 mo
Yo girlfriend wanna ride with me
In the car wit a pimp where she supposed ta be
You aint met no dudes spittin cold as me
With a bag of kush that cost six-fifty
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughin and choking constantly
Tastes like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That should be the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit, blow that shit out slow
Then pass it to me bro
[Verse 6 - MJG]
MJ gonna sprinkle in some of that super incredible
Have a nigga runnin back
Where the nigga really good sticky number at
Cuttin through the cigarillo like a lumberjack
In the morning what I need is to breath again a whole lot of weed
But maybe somebody can give me what I need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessey
Nigga got a little hair on his chest
And we be like Bill Clinton girl take it out ya mouth
We'll shoot it down right on yo chest

I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I!!

Its just so over the top, how do these people take themselves seriously.

Coachella

So Coachella is in two weeks. TEMF is only attending Saturday due to the wonderful climbing opportunities presented in the nearby Joshua Tree National Park. The weekend should be an amazing one. Bands/Artists I would like to see are (not in any order times/stages TBD)
The Killers, M.I.A, Thievery Corporation, The Chemical Brothers, TV on the Radio, Band of Horses, MSTRKKFT, Atmosphere, Mastodon, Henry Rollins, Turbonegro, Calexico, Blitzen Trapper and Gang Gang Dance. I'm going to try and post songs by these bands over the next week. Woo its going to be a fucking adventure.


Thursday, April 2, 2009

TV on the Radio "Dancing Choose"


He's a what?
He's a what?
He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas
From a newspaper stand;From his boots to his pants
To his comments and his rants
He knows that any little article will do!
Though he expresses some confusion
'Bout his part in the plan,
And he can't understand
That he's not in command;
The decisions underwritten
By the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for
His weimariner too
Now I'm no mad man,
But that's insanity


Feast before famine,
And more before family
Goes and shows up with
More bowls and more
Cups and the riot for the
Last hot meal erupts
Corrupts his hard drive
Through the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash
For the sickest stunts;
On aftershave, on gasoline
He flips the page and turns
The scene
In my mind I'm drowning butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis;
That's fine.

I've seen my palette blown
To monochrome-Hollow heart
Clicks hollowtone,
It's time.
Eye on authority,
Thumb prints a forgery
Boy, ain't it crazy what the
Lights can do
For counterfeit community;
Every opportunity
Wasted as the space
Between the flash tattoo
And the half-hearted hologram,
Posed for the party
Now he gloss full bleed
On a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs,
Credit card autograph
Down for the record
But not for freedom
Angry young mannequin
American, apparently
Still to the rhythm
Better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision,
Better tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead,
Blank transparency
In the days of old,
You were a nut
Now you need three bumps
Before you cut
Not that I should care about,
Nothing I ain't scared of, but
I guess you had to be there.

In my mind I'm breeding butterflies,
Broken dreams, and alibis
That's fine.
I've seen my palette
Blown to monochrome
Hollow heart
Clicks hollowtone
In time.
I see you figured in your action pose
Foam-injected axl rose,
Life size
Should something shake you
And you drop the news,
Lord, just keep your dancing shoes
Off mine

Taxes

Please someone tell me how I make nothing all year and when tax time comes I owe them some how? Where is my return, everyone is always talking about the things they buy with their returns. I have never gotten a return that was over 20$. Am I doing something wrong, what the fuck.
I would just like to restate the fact that I FUCKING HATE THE MAN!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Grr

I'm full of all kinds of teen-angst today.

I hate the man.

DMV OF DOOM

I HATE THE FUCKING DMV!

THEY HAVE NO SOULS AND ARE NOT PEOPLE.

The Zombies "She's Not There"

Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
Well no one told me about her, what could I do
Well no one told me about her, though they all knew
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there
------ electric piano ------
But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know, why should I care
Please don't bother tryin' to find her
She's not there
Well let me tell you 'bout the way she looked
The way she'd act and the colour of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she's not there

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