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bombin rooftops

doin nonstop nonstops with blue mops

lettin toys peep the flicks, like whos hot?

takin out your fillins -get a new spot

this for Ny fats rustos and blue dots

this is for innovators bringin the new thoghts

 

 

fuck it

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can in hand

i see a van

i get to work

the paint is jammed

i get real mad

and pull out the black

do a big bomb

and that shit isnt wack

i turn around and what do i see?

its the police and theyre coming after me

i jump on my bike and drive real far

when i get home i got to the bar

and when i sat down and got me a drink

i seen 3 guys and started to think

"that is those cops who chased me before"

what should i do should i run through the door?

Nah, you know what "Bar tender beers for four"

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i throw down burners, and toss up throws

dont gotta put a crown, cus everybody already knows

ill shank you for a rusto flat black, peel ya cap back

rag me and ill be grabbing ya spine, feel it snap back

like a fat cap, im a necessity to this fuckin game

anybody who doesnt agree wit that can get slain

duckin flames, let the hot lead rounds pour out

fuck around with me and get ya frown torn out

thats what im about, and you know the deal with me

these vandal squad punks dont know how to deal with me

keep it real with me, if you aint feelin my style

tell me its wack, so i can leave you leakin out bile

get it done with, ill take out everyone you run with

cus you know against me you gettin sonned bitch

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Originally posted by MOOGLE?+Oct 30 2004, 03:48 AM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (MOOGLE? - Oct 30 2004, 03:48 AM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-Kr430n5_666@Oct 30 2004, 03:23 AM

Digeridoo

 

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rabbit proof fence...

 

Doris Pilkington, author of Follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence

 

Made from her book about her mother's escape in 1931 from an Australian settlement camp and her trek across 1,000 miles of outback to rejoin her aboriginal family, The Rabbit-Proof Fence by director Phillip Noyce exposes the suffering of the indigenous people of Australia at the hands of the government. The Australian government believed that the removal of indigenous children from their parents was a way to eliminate their "aboriginality." The title refers to a 1,500-mile fence separating outback desert from the farmlands of Western Australia that Pilkington's mother and her two sisters followed to find their way back home.

 

 

raw as hell.. give it a looksee makros&cheese

 

and i didnt know they refer to aboriginal people as BLACK...sorta like calling an african american person black...

 

 

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Its because they are black

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these are hillarious, let me try:

 

export can, i dont like you

but for only $2 i think you will do.

and your daughter plum purple she will get me through...

 

your bright chrome does quite rock

but i wish you didnt make me paint with only stock

 

export paint, best brand on earth

not really, i wish we got krylon in perth.

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Originally posted by iquit@Oct 31 2004, 08:20 PM

it's funny, cause it's true.

 

dude, i bring toilet paper with me when i bomb train line walls or freights or anywhere i might be able to drop a bomb. (the other kind of bomb). i always need to poo when i go bombing. always.

 

great minds think alike!

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Graff groupie, graff groupie.

Everything you spray on the wall, looks like poopie.

Not the good kinda poopie like Poop Man Bob,

But the kinda poop that makes iquit's stomach throb.

So please do kill, kill, kill.

Yourself via guns, knives or pills, pills, pills.

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Originally posted by iquit@Nov 1 2004, 02:20 AM

it's funny, cause it's true.

 

dude, i bring toilet paper with me when i bomb train line walls or freights or anywhere i might be able to drop a bomb. (the other kind of bomb). i always need to poo when i go bombing. always.

 

wonk.

worldwide trend/

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with the shake of a can and a pop of the cover,

a diamond-eyed artist will soon discover

that art isn't always an abstract notion;

but rather a product of the body's motions.

 

flashes of colors are melting and fading,

swirling and dripping and slowly cascading.

shudders in the darkness don't stanch his flow

as beads of his sweat begin to glow.

 

so, hence from his mind to paper to concrete

the image of freedom is born indiscreet.

and he will not easily fail to recall

that night when he first encountered the wall.

 

 

~a lil sum'n my girl free'd

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I-STAY-BOREEED...

The ruggedness of the city, is true to consume me

cool breese on my face, shadows, buildings are gloomy

anticipate the destination

got me thinkin can i pull it off...

but now its do or die got me climbin' to the top

now above these urban obstacles the frequency is changin

hand movin side to side, pixulatin, rearangin

time reaches its own standstill, like the dice have been rolled

but they havent come to rest... The outcome is untold.

But then with the quickness, I seal the fucking deal,

shake the spot in stealth and I forfilled just what i killed

But its never quite over untill I drop dead in my bed...

And no one can ever take the respect I have earned or so I said. :hatred:

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Originally posted by sneak+Nov 3 2004, 08:55 AM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (sneak - Nov 3 2004, 08:55 AM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-iquit@Nov 1 2004, 02:20 AM

it's funny, cause it's true.

 

dude, i bring toilet paper with me when i bomb train line walls or freights or anywhere i might be able to drop a bomb. (the other kind of bomb). i always need to poo when i go bombing. always.

 

wonk.

worldwide trend/

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I've been told before the urge to poop comes naturally with fear. Apparently the smell of your own poop is meant to calm you on some discovery channel type tip.

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Originally posted by sneak+Nov 3 2004, 08:55 AM--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (sneak - Nov 3 2004, 08:55 AM)</div><div class='quotemain'><!--QuoteBegin-iquit@Nov 1 2004, 02:20 AM

it's funny, cause it's true.

 

dude, i bring toilet paper with me when i bomb train line walls or freights or anywhere i might be able to drop a bomb. (the other kind of bomb). i always need to poo when i go bombing. always.

 

wonk.

worldwide trend/

[/b]

 

I've been told before the urge to poop comes naturally with fear. Apparently the smell of your own poop is meant to calm you on some discovery channel type tip.

 

Hence the term "I almost pooped my pants"...

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krink, krink

how do you make etch

i spilled chemicals in the kitchen

my famz was bitchin

my ma said to clean that shit up

i said fuck no ma i'm gonna get up

i was about to roll

to cop some stickers from the post office ho

if she don't give me none im gonna cap her in the ass

with a phatty nine blast

i bust so many wildstyle bombz

youll bust a phat nut straight into whoevers standing in front of yous ass

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I listen to hip hop

I hang out at the graff shop

When i run into real writers i come out the pockets swiftly

And with the money my moms give me

Buy overpriced krink

Buy forty dollar "stainable" ink

True to life bombers?

Im one of their biggest fans

When i see em they make off with my montana cans

I was told if i sucked sabers dick i would be a king

I sucked it more than once and it aint changed a thing

I dont know why i never get any props

Was it because i told some shit to the cops?

Hey i didnt want to get in trouble with my mom

She would have taken my computer away with the cd-rom

And then i wouldnt have the 'ounce

Where i get my cool downtown style

But they say comparing me to a king is like an inch to a mile

All the big kids treat me like a little boy

And now i have a new name and it is toy...

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late night free stanzas,

an fuck dem damnbammas

this,,4 all the damaja's

in them bandannas

that cant rak montana's

goin bananas

in fronta manned candid camera's

an still skip on the man's slammer

witha perfectly planned parameter

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