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Hot Traxxx / BIG SAMUEL
« on: October 27, 2004, 12:05:00 AM »
done. roll your way to the pm and check, you sotho ball of intestine bile.
peace
peace
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General Discussion / spacevein
« on: October 26, 2004, 11:40:00 PM »
like i said, you gettin to famous sonny. run and hide
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General Discussion / space
« on: October 26, 2004, 11:39:00 PM »
f***. net prostitutes. f***. i thought id already read all the soppy poems in the world. shit space, you have black girls writing poems, sweating, and marinating pussy over you. on the NET. i would change identity dunny.
sick shit.
i wonder if it is a dude...shit that gives me even more cause to laugh at spacemeister. wahahahaha.
klar
sick shit.
i wonder if it is a dude...shit that gives me even more cause to laugh at spacemeister. wahahahaha.
klar
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Hot Traxxx / spoek mathambo´s voodoo boogie
« on: October 26, 2004, 02:00:00 AM »
a terrible beauty is born. evil spirit spoek, check your pms dunny-dun-dun.
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General Discussion / 14>>15>>16>& IF UR LUCKY>>17
« on: October 26, 2004, 01:59:00 AM »
glad to see you guys can hold intelligent conversation. pschitt!
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Producers - Discussion / DAVID AXELROD
« on: October 25, 2004, 05:14:00 PM »
non hip hop (what comes to mind so far):
quincy jones
peter gabriel
james brown (sex machine!)
basement jaxx (those britoch electronica dudes)
hip hop producers:
el-p
premier
madlib
RJD2 (no one mentioned him yet)
sibot
markus wormstorm
blockhead
rza
necro
dan the automator
madlib
meaty ogre
kanife
ootz
milkdaddy
kataQuomb (did alot of that shit on thabs 2 albums)
kaptin
black boy
nyambz
cryptic one
push button objects (http://www.undergroundhiphop.com/audio/detail.asp?ID=6722" TARGET="_blank">pbo track feat. akro n vast kramer)
mike ladd
Ant
Omega one
fakts one
jumbo the garbage man
mr lif
edan
dj spinna
rob sonic
felix laband is rad too...he´s more electronica though
thats the list so far
big sam(edi)
brought to you by quantum leap kid
quincy jones
peter gabriel
james brown (sex machine!)
basement jaxx (those britoch electronica dudes)
hip hop producers:
el-p
premier
madlib
RJD2 (no one mentioned him yet)
sibot
markus wormstorm
blockhead
rza
necro
dan the automator
madlib
meaty ogre
kanife
ootz
milkdaddy
kataQuomb (did alot of that shit on thabs 2 albums)
kaptin
black boy
nyambz
cryptic one
push button objects (http://www.undergroundhiphop.com/audio/detail.asp?ID=6722" TARGET="_blank">pbo track feat. akro n vast kramer)
mike ladd
Ant
Omega one
fakts one
jumbo the garbage man
mr lif
edan
dj spinna
rob sonic
felix laband is rad too...he´s more electronica though
thats the list so far
big sam(edi)
brought to you by quantum leap kid
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General Discussion / larry atoms
« on: October 22, 2004, 06:00:00 PM »
all who know this chum should know...andile is now a prefect! the least likely, but he told me to tuck my shirt in the other day.
friends in high places, what.
aye, i´ll tell him yours msg.
peace
friends in high places, what.
aye, i´ll tell him yours msg.
peace
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Politics / Kill your Mommy
« on: October 22, 2004, 05:32:00 PM »
too nice for me. sever is ill.
yo faet how long you been into graff?
yo faet how long you been into graff?
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Hot Traxxx / CLEAR SOME THINGS UP
« on: October 22, 2004, 05:28:00 PM »
yeah. shit. ive always thought about the science of graff but i never really paid attention to it all. i mean yeah, if a dude paints over my shit or my crews shit, for sure im gonna spray ´penis pal´ crudly all over his peice.
but i left it to the stuck up cats to think about graff politics and i just painted away. no matter how much of a toy i am, as space said, i paint because i like it and because i know im making some sort of stand against society or whatever.
the word ´ATKINS´ (my writer name. shit now everybody knows me) means little or nothing, but the message behind the tag or throwies is what counts for me and the other graff cats i paint with.
yeah, im just going round in circles, guess i needed to say the shit tho.
aye
but i left it to the stuck up cats to think about graff politics and i just painted away. no matter how much of a toy i am, as space said, i paint because i like it and because i know im making some sort of stand against society or whatever.
the word ´ATKINS´ (my writer name. shit now everybody knows me) means little or nothing, but the message behind the tag or throwies is what counts for me and the other graff cats i paint with.
yeah, im just going round in circles, guess i needed to say the shit tho.
aye
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General Discussion / music for catholic priests
« on: October 22, 2004, 05:18:00 PM »
no offence intended dogster. didnt mean it sounded like sibot, but it just kinda reminded me of that quirkiness about the beat. its wacky, thats why i liked it.
aye
aye
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General Discussion / music for catholic priests
« on: October 21, 2004, 12:19:00 AM »
aye. spogOne! thats tite. was reminiscent of sibot in some parts there. good good. you should remix that lalala one. the old one you got. yeah that one.
finish n klar
get to f***
finish n klar
get to f***
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General Discussion / samuel big
« on: October 20, 2004, 01:09:00 AM »
what package? check pizzles
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General Discussion / samuel big
« on: October 20, 2004, 12:57:00 AM »
yes, oh dealer of shrooms and electric spinach. at once your shroomness!
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General Discussion / poets corner reply - wb yeats
« on: October 20, 2004, 12:55:00 AM »
this poem is so f***in ill i had to post it on its own. those educated in good poetry will know this guy to be irish, and f***ing rad. read this poem and die.
read it all and go drink some kilkenny draught.
W.B YEATS
EASTER 1916
I HAVE met at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have pa**ed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
That woman´s days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone´s in the midst of all.
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven´s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse-
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly
A terrible beauty is born
September 25, 1916
read it all and go drink some kilkenny draught.
W.B YEATS
EASTER 1916
I HAVE met at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have pa**ed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
That woman´s days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
This man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone´s in the midst of all.
Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven´s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse-
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly
A terrible beauty is born
September 25, 1916
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Politics / George Bush - Starting World War III?
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