puro punkrock en la escuelita II: 29 de mayo 4pm

[*RioT GrrrL*]

http://www.vidacool.com/homeimages/Genx/pic_3.jpg

go there fuckers.
we had fun last time.

[Romano]

i would go, but then i'd miss the hepcat show :)

[Matura, Javier]

wooooooooooooOoOOooOooo *cough* oOoOoooo *cough! COUGH!!!* OO *WEEZE* ...*turns blue*.....*croaks and dies*

*rainbows cease to exist*

[J.Chomsky]

yo debo ir al igual que ustedes tambien deben!

[Filosofo del Rap]

ernesto says:

se ve bueno eso, muy ley.

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

pueh vamoh pa'lla.... la ultima vez estuvo bueno....

yo quiero sandwiches!

[DJ Raggapanty]

no se ve nada

[TaraYork]

promoción para esto.

[DJ Raggapanty]

ok, ahora se ve, así que hablé mierda :rolleyes:

[Wandy]

***promito***

[E.W Slow]

Este es al equivalente a un basement show...pero en un nursery...literalmente eso es lo que habrá ahí......

[Victor J.]

suena interesante pa filmar.....literalmente? :D jajajaja

[*RioT GrrrL*]

nononoonno mistaken!
no es EN la escuelita as in inside it. esta vez es en un patio gigante alfrente.pero para que sigan emocionados, digamos que si es adentro. woo.

[Mitch Buchannan]

si el placer es un pecado...bienvenidos al infierno.

[skachick]

seria muy ley ir
PROMO PORNO ROLLO

TANIA

[kike]

que escuela? que pueblo? plaza colmado?

[E.W Slow]

nononoonno mistaken!
no es EN la escuelita as in inside it. esta vez es en un patio gigante alfrente.pero para que sigan emocionados, digamos que si es adentro. woo.

más te vale que hayan columpios y sube y baja...si no no toco...:D

[Taina Cojoba]

si el show del nursery quedó brutal, esto debe estar en la misma liga.

Presente, misi!

[Matura, Javier]

hot topic is the way that we rock

[*RioT GrrrL*]

otra cosa!
esten tempranito pq alli no hay luz! aunque la cosa se puede poner interesante y todo...
ah! y las cositas que puedan llevar para donar al record shop!!!
awesome.

[japmi]

:)....................:)

[Matura, Javier]

this monkeys gone to heaven

[emotion is dead]

cual es la localizacion de esta rebelion?

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

anda la porra!

[*RioT GrrrL*]

AH! que no se le olviden las latas de spray paint.
FREE WALL EVERYONE, FREE WALL!

[skachick]

FREE WALL!!!!!!!!!! TAG TAG TAG CRAZY TAG...

where's at? I got 2 turntables and a microphones

Tania

[skachick]

sabes que la cosa esta mala cuando posteas dos veces corridas.

me gusta los tangos instrumentales,son ley
Tania

[Mitch Buchannan]

who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight? not me not me not me not me.

[kike]

hmmm .

[Mitch Buchannan]

that fucking brat always on your back.

no quiero pudrirme esperando...tendre que hacer una movida.

[TaraYork]

here she comes now.

[Matura, Javier]

http://www.curiosity.de/tour/2004/logo.gif

[Mitch Buchannan]

don't walk away in silence.

[skachick]

there goes my gun....

the slits that is a cool band name

Tania

[GenX]

el figo y company under a lot of stress cause finals says:

voy a tener que ir a este que el anterior me lo perdi pero buscare a mi amigo tabito que fue al anterior y fue el exito de la fiesta so party time!!!!!!!! can u say free walls, great bands, and friends from one way to another uuuuuuuyyyy es ley

[Flavia&thePussyCats]

promo ...desde el sotano de las nenas, sin las nenas, con frio...

aunque 80% q no voy por acuerdos anteriores :S

[*RioT GrrrL*]

seems to me the timing is never right...
still, do a peter pan and rescue me from time to time.

[PaPiJoe]

llevare mi jumbo bello

[*RioT GrrrL*]

ouch.
ouch.
ouch.

[Romano]

les voy a donar el punkorama 17 pal record shop

[*RioT GrrrL*]

me lo das en nuestro trabajo.
haha eres mi co-worker, lo sabias JJ?

[Romano]

what the fuck are you talking about miss kristen?

[Romano]

a menos que le hayas vendido el alma al gringo!
jajajajaj

[*RioT GrrrL*]

te lo juro.
te lo juro.
empiezo el martes.
i fucking swear. i have been reduced to another girl in business suit. not.

[Ozymandias]

Props pa kristen por la foto de Bauhaus circa "Mask".

[*RioT GrrrL*]

props pal ozz que va a ir a este show. como todos los demás de ustedes.

[Mitch Buchannan]

i'm not going..

[*RioT GrrrL*]

take my word for it, i will set you on fire, kid.

[Mitch Buchannan]

hurry hurry hurry, before i go insane.

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

y los afro babies van a tocar?

[xPROFEx]

TODAVIA NO SE DONDE ES LA ESCUELITA...:confused:

[Mitch Buchannan]

yo tampoco....coño coño

[ponka_bajista]

donde es eso?

[Mitch Buchannan]

dios esta muerto.
nosotros vivos.

[ponka_bajista]

dream kid...
el resucitó...

anyways... donde es ese sitio...

[Mitch Buchannan]

sigue muerto.
seguimos vivos.

[ponka_bajista]

ok... that's your ignorance not mine...
ahora me pueden decir donde es ese sitio!

[TaraYork]

can you still feel the butterflies?

[TommyMcCook]

el chico con nombre de salvavidas se ve q. es bn ateo...:eek:

kristen, donde queda la escuela?

[Mitch Buchannan]

ese nene es anarko.

[*RioT GrrrL*]

InterMetro, para la gente parisera (haha smirk!) es al lado de Conga's y Panchitas; los sitios esos que apestan a vómito. fo. pues cerca de allí hay un MCdonalds. se meten por esa entrada y van a pasar una escuela (Máter Salvatoris) y un vagón que parece ser un monumento histórico ya. hay una entrada a la derecha donde van a ver un open space right there. of course, you will see the bunch of cars and the people.

[*RioT GrrrL*]

PS. TAKE STUFF TO DONATE FOR THE RECORD SHOP IF YOU CAN AND/OR WANNA, PLEASE.
and spraypaint.
and change cuz i will make brownies, rice crispies treats and cookies to sell.
si esta lloviendo no se preocupe... there's cover.
awesome, eh?

[*RioT GrrrL*]

el salvavidas se quemará en el infierno.

[emotion is dead]

yo estudie en mater salvatoris. . . funny.

[emotion is dead]

pq es a esa hora?

[Mitch Buchannan]

yo puedo comer brownies de gratis?

[TommyMcCook]

pq es a esa hora?
dijeron por ahi q. en el sitio no hay luz...

[Matura, Javier]

I
I Want You
On Top Of Me

[puntito]

fun fun fun

[felix]

pues dale a este tambien

[GenX]

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier
We gonna help y'all see clear
It's real hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, check it, yo

The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't knock the hustle, but I've seen street dreams deferred
Dark spots in my mind where the scene occured
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to sleep
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old raps with young cats
with cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, that's untapped
Want to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you can't come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, forgot that
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit
Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

PS. TAKE STUFF TO DONATE FOR THE RECORD SHOP IF YOU CAN AND/OR WANNA, PLEASE.
and spraypaint.
and change cuz i will make brownies, rice crispies treats and cookies to sell.
si esta lloviendo no se preocupe... there's cover.
awesome, eh?
kristen,
los sandwichitos no van esta vez???
aunque hmmmmmmmmm brownies!!!!! :D


up....................

"in other words..... hold my hand............."

[GenX]

FUCK TERMINE LA UNIV PAL CARAJo TO Y hoy se supone que le lleve los sandwishitos a el Ozystriker de subway uuuy promo pal show promo pal show boredome sucks!!!

[emotion is dead]

shes not too fan of being alone.

[Flavia&thePussyCats]

yo digo promo.. aunque...

[MargOt TeNenBaUm]

"... I'm waitin' for my man... Twenty six dollars in my hand..."

http://www.misfotos.com/user_folders/folder65/49182/35019/th_237434.jpg

[Mitch Buchannan]

i'm in another state, another state of mind. i wish that i could be there right next to her.

[*RioT GrrrL*]

in some way, this will be my house warming welcoming party.
i'm moving right next to the place, dammit. so, hooray for me.

''I got a job, a house, pretty music. All covered, i guess. Except for you. I''m catastrophic.''

[Flavia&thePussyCats]

"quieren ver a donde van tomados de la mano, y veran, los espiaran, y todo es tan humano.. humano q espanto.. no quiero parar, no quiero parar, ya paso una eternidad a donde estan los muertos?" -

promo con un 90 bajando a un 45% :'(

[tight.pants.]

:D :D ay rumors de una big surprise por ahi:D :D

[GenX]

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
at the drug site we hung tight
three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
money gets low in the street yo
tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes
you know the flavor
ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine
two to four three to nine benatoned it what
we all ran coke grams, you outta luck
young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
nobody drop the trees or they fronts
meet on the roof look off the front play low
watch out for po-po thats how it go
three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto
peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo
run! if you ever got somethin on you son
you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it
slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets
I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
run! these black boys that take none
don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun
run!... if you sell drugs to your dun
run!... be the fuck out word god run hard

Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
spys lookin at you one two lookin too
how you roll what you stole let me see you
nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
we gather in the plaza to jerk through
three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
first one to peel, it's not real
plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down
us against brown,run fast like you ran track
never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
crash, toss the heat and tear ass
zig zag till you reach your stash
run!...if you sell drugs to your dun
run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard
me and the god back to back one eighty five
and the four five survive that shit
niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid
this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north
or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
you got my man shot, nigga run
we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing
and not smilin on the gate it's too late
fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes
the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
coolin without the I.D., it's not me
babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard

[Mitch Buchannan]

kids in the fast lane living for today.

[Matura, Javier]

loves the illusion love is the dream

[Ernesto]

Plaza Olmedo contra! Ahi al frente del banco ese en la colina q tiene ventanas azules ( soy color blind) , creo q es Santander.

Eso esta cerquita, voy a pie.

[debra jean]

up! up! up!

[debra jean]

toda la vida me enamore de vos..

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

prefiero la playa!....

[Mitch Buchannan]

un saludo a la muerte es una seña de que no volveras.
algun dia volvere a verte mientras tanto en mi mente estaras.

[emotion is dead]

beafeabeafea.beafea.bfeafea.beafea.beafea.

[GenX]

Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40
a molecular archceogenetic laboratory
that can analyze complex poetry data for me
even if it was recorded poorly, how extraordinary
I frog leap over awful beats
then I separate rappers by the carbon-14s
to determine the age of anything ever made
regardless of how the outside surface has changed
I put a curse on your name, bombard your brain
with gamma x-rays till you burst into flames
with the scientifically quantifiable megalomaniacal
viable style, it's like trying to ride a bull
let's have a dictionary duel after school
check into me a nice Cedar Sinai room
so I can get sick as the flu, spittin the truth
if you ain't got this album, you missing the proof
prepare for your doom my nuclear rocket plumes
glow against the pale background of the moon
toxic fumes spoil complete stocks of fruits, and foods
burning your flammable boxes and booms
got in the groove even though I'm not in the mood
motherfucker you didn't win 'cause I can't lose
give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you
who's the illest, who's it really up to
rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier
tie you up and drown you in the saliva quagmire
till your oxygen expires and your lungs dry up
'cause you said Bis ain't dope, you a damn liar
disaster for hire over beats by pious
flow like the Tigris, Euphrates, with the Eye of the Tiger
in my iris, Canibus is a fighter
motherfucker, my greatgrandfather was Irish
let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson
give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man
put a thousand on me, put one on him
i tear off his limbs, throw him in, and tell him to swim
yo I soak that shit and coat that shit in soy sauce
tell the FCC boss, turn that noise off
call Detroit's Mafia Boss
tell him yo, I got a job for you, I want you to bust his balls
Drop him off by Niagra Falls
write my name on a banana and put the banana between his jaws
nobody disrespects lyrical law
I'm the best there ever is and the best ever was
training like a grunt face down in the mud
with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up
yo, you wonder where I am right now
I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up
dead or alive, Canibus will live through the rhyme
to be the illest on the mic is a mission of mine
spittin' divine, you can't get it twisted this time
vocal with a mirror to make sure my lips are aligned
Dr C, PHD graduated from UMG
bright as the LCD display on a new MP
prototype of a true MC
with 3d topography maps you can't see
Butcher on Broad Street, wrapping CDs
in butcher paper, doing artwork with Sharpies
if you don't like the quality, then talk to me
what the fuck you on the website for you creep?
punching the keys, remember that sound
that's exactly what it sounds like when i'm punching your teeth
kick a rap, bitch, if you've got the gumption to speak
stand next to me, i might put a lump in your meat
diss you and your man, double the beef
to tell you the truth, I thought your rebuttal was weak
round the outside, blah, blah, etcetra, etcetra
the body of my literature is bigger than South America
nigga look, this is all I gots to say
suck my P-H-D-I-C-K

[*RioT GrrrL*]

''let the weak say i'm a warrior'' eso es mejor que la tuya! TOMA!
ijjiji

[GenX]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, black nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so?
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

[Mitch Buchannan]

jet boy, i'm gonna make you penetrate. i'm gonna make you be a girl.

[GenX]

roy roy roy roy roy roy roy roy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[GenX]

Interests: rock n roll. silent movie stars. 60's batman. 77 & 82 punk. rushmore. gore. the violent years. sunset boulevard. my dead rats: chester and vader . internet addiction. photography. sarcasm. B horror films. avoiding children. avoiding hot dogs. avoiding overly-savvy vocabulary usage. fearing open spaces. playing xbox live. the 80's. tetris. 80's hc music. and sucking at pool.watching rednecks get caught at cops.nintendo power.tattoos.............................................................. .






get me the vodka.

[MargOt TeNenBaUm]

"... Strike... dear mistress... and cure his heart ..."

http://www.misfotos.com/user_folders/folder65/49182/35019/th_242488.jpg

[GenX]

""Cool" used to mean unique, spontaneous, compelling. The coolest kid was the one everyone wanted to be like but no one quite could, because his/her individuality was utterly distinct. Then "cool" changed. Marketers got a hold of it and reversed its meaning. Now you're cool if you are NOT unique. If you have the look and feel that bear the unmistakable stamp of America. Hair by Paul Mitchell, Khakis by The Gap, Car by BMW, Attitude by Nike, Pet Phrases by Letterman, Politics by Bill Maher. Cool is the opiate of our time, and over a couple of generations, we have grown dependent upon it to maintain our identities of inclusion." - My Dad

[GenX]

there's this joke about a pirate with a steering wheel on his crotch that i always forget the punchline to halfway through the joke. i'll get to the setup where someone asks said pirate why there's a steering wheel there, and then i blank. what i've been saying lately is that "arr i dunno, but its holding my pants up!" not funny.

the fact that the first french monarchy was founded by some yokel who after fighting a bunch of other beardy club swingers claimed royal authority because he said he was the son of a sea serpent, that is my idea of funny.

[emotion is dead]

yo cmo que quiero ir a esto. pero como que. toma que toma toma ta.

[TaraYork]

was it worth one less friend?

[Ozymandias]

Figo como te tiene mandingo papa!

[GenX]

i'm an insomniac and a horrible speller. i can't afford to drink anymore and i'm homeless now. i spent all my money on cigarettes, booze, and useless shit. if it wasn't for my moped i would probably be walking everywhere since all of my bikes have been stolen within the last 3 months. feel free to send me money.

[Ernesto]

no he leido ningun post desde el primero promo.

[GenX]

nintendo power for all you guys promooooo


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[*RioT GrrrL*]

y jeffrey... estará pompiao pa ir?!?!
si quieres puedes tar tempranito a que me ayudes a hacer los postrecitos.

HEY MISTER YOU TOLD ME TO FUCK OFF. I SAW IT. VERY MEAN OF YOU.

[GenX]

yo pompiao que va por favor :rolleyes:

[debra jean]

mi novio es un zombie, es un muerto viviente...

[Mitch Buchannan]

feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive.

[Ernesto]

diablos, ahora las indie groupies me hablan . . .

[puntito]

cachi va a tocar en este show?

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

cachi va a tocar en este show?

erm........ erm............erm...............

[GenX]

I held you tight like an empty bottle...
But the glass broke
(and the poison spilled out of your mouth)
Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?
The house turned black and sat in silence
(while a mockingbird sang)
lalalalalala, listen to yourself
go on and on, as if you spoke to someone else.

[GenX]

I just wanna ride
So drive
I don't care where we're going to just go
Just drive
I don't care if we ever come back here
Just drive
I wanna lay back and close my eyes
Just let me close my eyes
Don't' hold my hand
It makes me afraid
Don't hold my hand
It's too late for that
I can see your head
I can see the fire
Just close your eyes
Fear is the law
Duty is pain
Shame is necessary
To grind the edges from our minds
Our minds
She's hurting now
She let the smooth taste fool her
Now when she opens up her eyes
Her head's on fire
She wanted to be
A fly on my wall
She thinks she'll see me change
But I don't change at all
And you wouldn't have to walk on water
If you could just swim like the rest of us
If for once in your life you just close your eyes
Put it in perspective

[rainbLow job]

Mira kirsten dunst a q. hora do you mean by temprano?????

[Mitch Buchannan]

ride how we ride.
let's ride...lowride.

[Flavia&thePussyCats]

promo con un 99.9% :S peroooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
los llevare en mi corazon

"mirate bien, mirate bien, podrias desapareser, y vuelve a suceder te escapas de mi lado no puedo comprender, te busco sin saber pq.. como tantas otras veces..."

[emotion is dead]

y como que alguien por ahi no me creia q era juventud crasa y tropiezo.

[Matura, Javier]

:confused: ES MAñANA VERDA?!
VERDA?!!?!?!?

[Flavia&thePussyCats]

solvent-solvent city... solvent solvent solvent...

promo con 99.999999 %.. :S

un poco tarde...

[GenX]

("Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike calling from
Sacramento. Um...ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, maybe on
some tracks...I've got some shit right here, if you could-
[Scratching]
My turntable's through a wah-wah pedal...
[Scratching continues]
It's called the tweak scratch.")

Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master can!
Come on
I've got the D double O, D double O style
Here we go again because it's been awhile
Do me a favor don't touch that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladies choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice
Cause when it's time to rhyme you know I get noice
Cruising like a fan boat on the glade
He'll tweak ass your ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage

Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what cha got to say?
("Bug out!" "To!" "The mic" "All the time!")

Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes
Kenny Rogers' "Gambler" is my gambling theme
Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine
Always updated and in the know
You know we break it down going toe to toe
The bass is booming from down below
And Norton is chillin with Mario
Well my name is Adrock I'm a Scorpio
Don't ask me cause I just don't know
I'm known to mop I'm known to glow
But don't get mad cause I gots to go

Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what cha got to say?
("Gotta gotta" "Gotta get down!")

Mix Master, cut faster!
Mix Master, cut, cut, cut faster!

All top secret and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never wanna let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting stupid in your area
Causing all kinds of hysteria
My beats is sick like malaria
But don't worry I'll take care of ya
Me and Adam Adam and Mario C
In the studio it's the place to be
To all the party people who are happy and free
With Mix Master Mike we're making history

Three MC's and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what you got to say?
("God damn that DJ made my day!")

[DeadDollie]

Woooooohh!! Yeah! Woooooooo!!
mira me puedo llevar a mis amigas hippies?

[GenX]

I Wanna Fuck a Dead Dollie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Flavia&thePussyCats]

en unos momentos sera 100% o en una hora! deperde del CRIM... wakali

promo. ;(

[*RioT GrrrL*]

NO, jenny. you cannot. only ONE person can bring one of those. y es solo porque es su NOOOOOOOOVIAAAAAAAAAAAAA. daisyloving-fucker.
guys guys... quit it. PDA's... nnonononon pleaaaaaaaase.

up that 99.9% to 97%, please. traete al jevo. ;) jiijjiji fue albe! no yooooooooo!

[GenX]

Tropezar! En las barreras
Del sistema establecido
Alimentaron esperanzas
Y ahora te han dejado tirao

Naufragar! Por laberintos
De promesas olvidadas
Despertar y darte de bruces
Con tu cruda realidad.

REALIDAD.

Cuando desesperas
Y por más ke buscas
No encuentras nada.
La mierda te llega al cuello
Y solo recibes otra palmada.

Cuanta gente igual ke tu
Se levanta cada mañana
Con carrera, sin trabajo.
Arrastrado por el suelo
Preso en los recuerdos
De tu vida anterior
Dicen que estás muerto.
Solo y acabado
Joven inexperto atrapado
En el cambio generacional.
ESTA NO ES TU GENERACION

REALIDAD.

Buscando una oportunidad
Se arrodilla, traga y vuelve a suplicar.
Buscando has vuelto a recordar
Los momentos cuando sentías de verdad
Pienso, soy protestante
Revolucionario.
En contra del orden y la ley.
Preso de cada instante
En el presente
Ya no soy el que era ayer.
Y siente, y sientes
Te has vendido.

[Blood]

...follow the day, follow the day and reach for the sun...

[micro-bio]

ultraman domina.

[Ernesto]

pongale "x's" a todo.

[GenX]

I kept your picture just behind the eye those weeks when our distance grew.
Drove north where I found you waiting in Des Moines - thank God I'm not losing
you
And girl I hope you're not alone - and sleep through this weather
And girl I hope you're whole again - back home we'll sleep better.

[Matura, Javier]

el miercoles verda?

[Mitch Buchannan]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
life is shit.
the world is shit.

[puntito]

no vuelvo a comer rice crispys

[Mitch Buchannan]

nueva esperanza para los desesperados.

[rocky_ataris]

y se sigue acumulando

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

quien diablos se va a comer los rice crispies despues de aquello................. iuuuuuuuuuu wacala.... LOL!

esas galletas y esos brownies super ricos........HMMMMMM!

[GenX]

lo mejor del show fue darle pon de ida y vuelta a ^^^^^^^verdad doña b

[GenX]

quien diablos se va a comer los rice crispies despues de aquello................. iuuuuuuuuuu wacala.... LOL!

esas galletas y esos brownies super ricos........HMMMMMM!

hahahahaha esos rice crispies cuando eloy los toco puso la cara de wtf es esto y despues cojio un brownie y lo siguio por ahi

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

lo mejor del show fue darle pon de ida y vuelta a ^^^^^^^verdad doña b

vayase a freir espárragos!

[GenX]

vayase a freir espárragos!
keep on keep on keep on keep on working and i am keep on keep on keep on keep on sleeping

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

shut up WENDELL! :D

[GenX]

hahahaha wao doña vianda eso es lo best that you can come up with y que wendell bah :D

[GenX]

So -- what is GenX? There's no answer, because that's an ignorant boomer question. Who knows? Who cares? Whatever.

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

aprenda a escribir.......... MORON!..................... es Vianda......
y ese chiste esta muy gastao... asi q use su imaginacion y busque otra cosa con que tripiarme.......... WENDELL>... oooh my arm! jajajajajajja

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

diaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabloooooooooooooooooooooooooooossssssssssssssss lo arreglaste, ah? para q no quedar mal?


quieres una galletita FIGO? jajajajajajaajajajajajajajaajajaja!

[GenX]

bah anormal dices que estas gastao pero te agitas tu pareces que quieres que te vomite como vomite cuando fuimos a comer, con ese comportamiento vamos a ver quien va ir al cine B)

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

aiiiiiiiiii fooooooooooooooooooooooo
ese vomito toh nasty............. me dieron nauseas!

[GenX]

dont look for it que lo vas a encontrar....................................buahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

jajajajaajaja q cabroncito! LOL!


cookie?

[GenX]

yes please can i have 3 for 1.30

[GenX]

tu quieres tus papitas con mayonesa verdad?

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

te las voy a comprar entonceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

tu quieres tus papitas con mayonesa verdad?

pues claaaaaaaaaaro, si saben cabronas!

[GenX]

q mal q mal

[cecil b. demented]

esos rice crispy treats parecian sopa

[xPROFEx]

BUEN SHOW, BUEN AMBIENTE, EN ESE PATIO YO HARIA PAR DE COSAS
VENTA DE ALCOHOL SIN PERMISOS Y A MENORES, MUY MAL

FINAL FATAL-MUY BUENO EL COMEBACK, DEJARON EL LOOK NEW WAVE A UN LADO
TROPIEZO- CADA VEZ ESTAN MAS RAPIDOS, ME GUSTO EL SET, GRACIAS POR LA SONG

[Mitch Buchannan]

la peleita me la paran ok?
estoy encabronao gente!

[maria antonieta de las nieves]

la peleita me la paran ok?
estoy encabronao gente!

BAH!!!!!!!!!!!

[debra jean]

i wonder why he ran away..