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17.06.2009 11:50 <Ylläpito> Alaikäisyytesi vuoksi kuva-albumeissasi ei saa olla kuvia joissa esiintyy alkoholi- tai tupakkatuotteita. Sääntöjen vastaiset kuvat poistettu.

11.06.2009 21:55 <Jits> et oo :<
11.06.2009 21:58 <Jits> olit sanonu johonki kuvaa jollekki "oon söpö" 8

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'') no ei mtn.. et sä oo nii söpö mitä mää luulin, se oli läpällä! unohaaa..

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Who wanna take a big hiit? Of the good shiiit, with the big cypreeeeeess hill? YEAH

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=um0SL-LMa0Q

Laita tämä päiväkirjaasi 30 sekuntin aikana, ja tästä kesästäsi tulee aivan paras !

leikkasin taas letin...

6mm

Kts gg näkyy joku pv letti!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvr0HvscewE&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKChPfNbjN0&feature=related

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rosa, vieraat > sanoo:
jee
sain massii
Teva sanoo:
2e
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suklaata
ja
Teva sanoo:
patukan
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laukun!!!!<3<3<33<3<3<3<3<3<3
Teva sanoo:
roskapussin

Yeah! Yo, uh,
A lotta rappers try approaching the poem in my palm,
So punish your people while I'm up on the podium,
Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again,
I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kid,
Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
Eye on the prize,
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry,
Making a secret society expose they purpose,
Making 'em realease info and exploding my surface,
I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless,
It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split,
I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers
On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerillas
Untamed, and my niggaz' is cane(?)
Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame
We like the new mecha of immaculate rappers,
Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers.

Yo,
The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says,
Bloody Fez, choke you like and Indian rez(?)
Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk,
Welcome, this where the murderers lurk,
It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work,
Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt,
Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam,
And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran,
They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam,
I`m in heaven with the angels and smoke grams,
You need God, that`s why the earth so damned,
International, trying to get my flow banned,
That`s cool, if I don`t kick these prayers,
A lot of flood and famine`s gonna hit these years,
Kamachi back on the chapel stairs,
Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears.

If you wanna put your money up then muthafucka then put it,
for your families sanity man I wish that you wouldnt,
Niggas got nice flows, just dont know where to put it,
And I know your whole life your raps unedited footage,
Hey yall mixtape niggas couldnt see my platoes,
All up in my presence why ya'll actin bashful,
Kingsyze cats and any clique they rap for,
ya'll little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows,
From, City to city intersection to session,
What you reflexin, with or without a weapon,
I'm always steppin, Never scared,
But always and forever prepared,
Yeah the ones who drink gas man It's ______ _______.

You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent,
Total Dominence, rise to Prominence,
In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment,
Actors can glamour it,and access the evil,
I know where Osama is, He down in camp david,
Down and dirty like a damp basement,
The champ must demand greatness,
From himself, or be another contender,
Theres 100's of niggas,
Dead left under the river,
From the days of slaves,
The Hurricanes and all lanes,
See my peoples grapes floatin amongst,
the waves, it's hell to pay, what,
the devil dont take cheques,
I try to send a message to god,
his phone dont take texts,
I need a new plan, a crook with knowlegde,
times is hard homie,why I took them dollars,
Man, my momma got a mortgage,
and my little baby sista need books for college,
I rob all of ya'll.

Hey yo,
They want the hood in here so they called me first,
I get em rappers gatorade cuz they ball with thirst, UH!
This is more then music,
but these niggas is mad trash,
thats why the stores refuse em, yo,
I'm out in georgia goin straight to the block,
I'm seein cats motorcyclin dawg I'm doin the walk,
I'm an OG, I call my tire niggas a wop,
though they papers aint right but they got weight on the block,
I love em uh,
hand to hand to till your hands ache,
I drunk so much syrup dawg I stop eatin pancakes,
Ya niggas cool dawg mines ubsurd hot,
Stop frontin like you's a killa money your nerves shot,
Yo you's a paxel Nigga, Dumpin zolof in coffee,
AOTP what exhaust be,
cant keep it gear, cuz im blinging with F's,
but I got my mom right so swing your shit to the left.

Nigga, If I had 24 hours to live,
Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds,
Vin I'm drivin off a bridge,
Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine,
gasoline, tank filled to the top,
magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces,
No preechers, strong enough to take me outta my zone,
I broke jesus, broke niggas who squeal,
rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill,
I'm to sick for a pill,
Man these niggas aint real they real fake,
they say they a man but they fuckin with real snakes,
thats when you put em in a truck with they grill taped,
rip and reverse and run into a stealgate,
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar,
If I dont kill you later I'ma kill you "Manyana",
ya'll dont want know problems,
ya'll dont want no drama,
Nigga I'ma take a trip with your baby momma, Suicide Driver.

Ya betta cross your T's,
Cuz we'll dot your eyes,
You can say that you specialized but Pharaohs will Optimize,
Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there,
The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, YYEAAH.
Holy Paragraphs, What kind of shit is that,
I'm jesus in the flesh so this is muthafuckin christian rap,
Ya'll just christmas rap, must be the secret santa,
my reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers,
I made em go easy, I called off the wolves oN my AOTP radio CD,
Cuz ya'll aint worthy of grenades and RPG's,
Slit throat hope you float with sardines and seaweed,
Cuz this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony,
Listen to the hell we make,
In a year before your kids 10th birthday came,
You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame.

Respect a G, My gun clap at you excessively,
I lay back and drink alcohol excessively,
It ain't a rapper thats alive today the date is testing me,
I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry,
A 40 oz of dutch master is the recipe,
Thats my shit there that'll be the death of me,
Give me a death mask, better yet an effergy,
I understand the math of death and it's complexity,
I understand how you was violently murked,
I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church, ha-ha-ha-ha
But I understand I recognize that I'm cursed, With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse.

YEAH!
BRRAAAT!!

Oli paras vappu I K I N ! kiitos kaikille kenenkaa oon ollu<3