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Happy Birthday klingklang77 [Lisa]
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| kid nyce |
Happy Birthday Lisa!!!!
Let me be the first from the NY section to wish you all the best and hope you don't forget about us city kids...
it's the beer ;) |
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| LuNaSeA |
hi lisa lemon!!!
i hope you're having a wonderful birthday way down under, the weather must be fantabulous!!! tell us how life is!
have a great day!! :toothless :toothless :toothless :toothless
dani |
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| klingklang77 |
thanks guys!
life is good, i have been busy teaching ESL to brazilians, koreans and japanese students. it is really interesting. married life has been good and the weather is great. hope all is well with you guys! i saw sasha and digweed the other nite. it was good, but it wasnt new york :( . |
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| mediocre |
hey lisa!
wish you only the best (...and for your marriage ofcourse too :))
hope u have plans to visit germany soon, cauze if not it would be really "unsocial" of you ;) :p |
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| Highmay |
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Song: Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2
Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")
Niggaz on the left, brag to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what
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This goes back to nineteen..
Ahem, check it, yo
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherin notty-headed niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch niggaz in my body
Bring that in meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it
Verse Two: Method Man
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the ing man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox
Verse Three: Inspector Deck
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another in charge when I explode
Verse Four: Ghostface Killer
Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my in nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they in ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
Verse Seven: Genius/GZA
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green clovers |
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| pyro264jb |
| Happy b day Hope all is well lisa |
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| vtec junkie |
| Happy Birthday Lisa! |
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| dj tek |
happy birthday lisa ~ hope all is well !
:p |
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| euphoria |
| Happy Birthday :) |
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| DJ Mikey Mike |
Happy birthday Lisa.  (Sorry for the lateness.) |
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| NY1004 |
LISAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Happy belated birthday girl!!!!! |
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