in yo face

i wanna die

we don't die

zambony

On the microphone like

God bless this planet, planet
Took life for granted, granted
This mic mechanic won't panic
God hold it single handed
Times like a left handed bandit
When right hand man
This bandit who planned it
And propaganded it it it for Canada
This soul on ice is so raw
Any movement so faux-pas like thinking a soldier
Would fall to his knees to serve golden calves and such
To esoteric to touch, but atmospheric enough to
grab like a paint can, tag on the wall,
beat boys at the ball while DJ's rock the party
And MC's serve cooked food like Mr. Pound it
Back in the days when the rights outweighed the wrongs, kid
But now these silly songs and electrical conscience,
They'll leave her a loop but I will just drop 16 balls on it,
Life and death, they roll as Siamese twins
So the day that hip-hop dies it's other life will begin
And we continue to

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like

All around the world, we move it up
And yo we keep things striving
Soo high from heaven to the deep blue sea

Listen, I am not indie rock, I'm west-indie hip-hop
With many styles I'm from the Trini Aripo stop,
No comma, I'm my fathers persona
I'm ready to spread my beat and means
but they can't beat my momma - psych
I'm slinging verbs my intent is not sinister
son of a minister, the bible thumping commission,
I finished an album, scrapped it, drapped it in nostalgia
of cafeteria title battles, just me and Nigel,
now the spinning wax takes the back seat, facts
I can't entertain us while Kevin can't relax, y'all
I'm spinning thoughts with anti-gravital force
Shoot the monkey off my porch,
And pass myself the torch to light it up

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like

All around the world, we move it up
And yo we keep things striving
Soo high from heaven to the deep blue sea

All I ever wanted to do
Was show you I had faith in you
But now I help you do your fire
Your so different baby
You always got something to say
But it's more about the things you do
Got me singing yeah eh yeah yeah eh yeah

On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that
On the microphone like

sunday morning

"Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning,
Sunday morning.

It's the same thing, back in the cold
People know people come and go it bores me
Same thing
Seems like I'm trapped in the world where the servants they serve time
Time waits on no man
So when people fall like me
I

Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning,
Sunday morning.

Walking down blocks
Pictures don't stop
Pictures inside my dome
This is not me
I'm just afraid to be here all alone
Hurry up, wait
Quit it don't stop
I'm drowning in the self
This is not me
Where is my revolution, but
If you want to own me
I am not concerned
If you follow me
I know that I can learn
You might be the greatest thing I've ever seen
All I know is music
All, All I've ever known

Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning,
Sunday morning.

(Let's go!)

Everyday is Saturday night, but I can't wait for Sunday morning,
Sunday morning"

awhut

He

unforgiven

it's all over

toxicity

what if

retwiz

hodgepodge

just a hodgepodge of vids i have to embed to check out... changes...

portrait

inside the fire

Devon
Won't go to heaven
She's just another lost soul, about to be mine again
Leave her
We will receive her
It is beyond your control
Will you ever meet again

Devon
One of Eleven
Who had been rendered unwhole
As a little child.
She was taken
And then forsaken
You will remember it all
Let it fill your mind again

Devon lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal
Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
End your grief with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her

Sever
Now and forever
You're just another lost soul about to be mine again
See her, you'll never free her
You must surrender it all
If you'd like to meet again

Fire
For you desire
As she begins to turn cold for the final time
You will shiver
Till you deliver
You will remember it all
Let it fill your mind again

Devon lies beyond this portal
Take the word of one immortal
Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
End your grief with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her

Give your soul to me
For eternity
Release your life
To begin another time with her
End your grief with me
There's another way
Release your life
Take your place inside the fire with her

Devon
One of Eleven
Who had been rendered unwhole
As a little child.
She was taken, 
And then forsaken
You will remember it all
Let it fill your mind again

stricken

You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now, to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken, another time

You come on like a blood stained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know

That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run

You don't know what your power has done to me
I want to know if I'll heal inside
I can't go on, with a holocaust about to happen
Seeing you laughing another time

You'll never know why your face has haunted me
My very soul has to bleed this time
Another hole in the wall of my inner defenses
Leaving me breathless, the reason I know

That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run, into the abyss will I run

You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken, another time

You come on like a blood stained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
Don't want to mention the reason I know

That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold there's no hope and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run, into the abyss will I run

I can't let you go
Yes I am stricken and can't let you go

asshole

gregoire

fiskers

fight, fight, fight