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well my new gf came in the post the other day. my brand new iriver iHP-140. mmm 40 gigs of goodness.
Currently slaving away in the office on a damn sunday trying to meet a deadline but lack of concentration is playing with my head and i cant get anything done.
I'm beginning to dislike this site more and more with every passing day, for no real reason at all.
my latest verse for a new track
So a jack of all trade makes a versatile, enemies run a mile,
select an attack from many styles, once in a while, a child,
will be born an audio phyle, beats of stealth fuck the wealth,
as we line up enemies in single file, we watch haters and compile,
document the death, plant the seed of vengeance, the angers fertile,
scenes of peace, grass fields on the emerald isle, armies rank and file,
distance to battle less than a quarter mile, we see fear in the eyes,
as the horses advance, its the last chance, before your demise,
now you can see the weakness of a man right in his eyes,
the chariots begin their reprise, respect over lies, the clapping hoofs
drown out wives cries as their bread winners fall and give rise,
two men left, master craftsmen, the devil laughs, hope lies in their hands,
under no command, as their swords sweep they see the faces of their clans,
this cant be Gods plans, as heaven falls over golden sands,
the immovable disciples repel the unstoppable force,
drawing power from the source, they scream instruction, voices coarse,
as the battle rages for infinity. the fighting style is the master of divinity,
defence and attack is a required ambidexterity,
the survivors walk amongst the debris, elite emcees,
fallen soldiers, the story passed through scholars,
unhindered by the great seas, and it ends with the sweet breeze,
blowing the blossom from trees over the great battles retirees.
well my new gf came in the post the other day. my brand new iriver iHP-140. mmm 40 gigs of goodness.
Currently slaving away in the office on a damn sunday trying to meet a deadline but lack of concentration is playing with my head and i cant get anything done.
I'm beginning to dislike this site more and more with every passing day, for no real reason at all.
my latest verse for a new track
So a jack of all trade makes a versatile, enemies run a mile,
select an attack from many styles, once in a while, a child,
will be born an audio phyle, beats of stealth fuck the wealth,
as we line up enemies in single file, we watch haters and compile,
document the death, plant the seed of vengeance, the angers fertile,
scenes of peace, grass fields on the emerald isle, armies rank and file,
distance to battle less than a quarter mile, we see fear in the eyes,
as the horses advance, its the last chance, before your demise,
now you can see the weakness of a man right in his eyes,
the chariots begin their reprise, respect over lies, the clapping hoofs
drown out wives cries as their bread winners fall and give rise,
two men left, master craftsmen, the devil laughs, hope lies in their hands,
under no command, as their swords sweep they see the faces of their clans,
this cant be Gods plans, as heaven falls over golden sands,
the immovable disciples repel the unstoppable force,
drawing power from the source, they scream instruction, voices coarse,
as the battle rages for infinity. the fighting style is the master of divinity,
defence and attack is a required ambidexterity,
the survivors walk amongst the debris, elite emcees,
fallen soldiers, the story passed through scholars,
unhindered by the great seas, and it ends with the sweet breeze,
blowing the blossom from trees over the great battles retirees.
sounds cool!