Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering where the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppinAnd fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
A generation of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare

[Verse 2]
It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conservative politicians on television
People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen
They vote for us to go to war instantly
But none of their kids serving the infantry
The odds are stacked against us like a casino
Think about it, most of the army is black and latino
And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words
You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb
Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways
But you can't read history at an illiterate stage
And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage
I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent
But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn
In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn
I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future
And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people
Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal
But I see through the mentality implanted in us
And I educate my fam about who we should trust

goin to brazil bitches
unfortunatly they have g-unit there also

you shake my hand
you call me brother
what you mean to say is

IM A FUCKING SNAKE
friendly men with snake faces
a steady pressure reveals his true nature

ALL YOU WANT FROM LIFE IS PERSONAL GAIN
you are the forces of evil

MA' FUCKAS'
Describe me in one word. Just one word.
Then post this in your blog and see how many different words you get.

Chorus] {ALL 2X}
(The man who sold the world)
On stolen shores, we wrote these poems
Can't make it yours, any land on the earth

[Verse 1 - PSC]
It began with the man and it got complex
I guess Pampas promise, No honest-y among theives
When the land was free then a few individuals could breed
Succeed in division, driven by the vision on that land-mass
Never make the land last longer than the last laugh
God show (half-ass)
Real estate agents are really fake agents of Satan, quote that
Government's warpath, roll back borders
Remaining controllers of most of our oceans
How do we condone it?
Most of our oceans, they never should own it (we own it!)

[Verse 2 - Scarub]
Yo, Don't stop, get-it get-it
Money hungry while I'm in it
The world is mine and everything I find all up in it
Don't give a fuck who I've offended!
I'll take your life like I took this land and keep rollin man
Like an ice cream truck, I'm so cold wit' it
But try to plan it like Community-watch, or like a cop on your block
Got my hand in the oldest stocks, so when it snows I stay humble and high
All I know is the top
Yo, who are you to say what I ain't got? When I cop, all the whips
And got all the chicks, stay on my dick to play the skin flute
Like a didgeridoo, control the media too
Got my eyes on you
My bank money? I'll loan you
You work for me, shit I own you!
And mother is earth, our palms up her sizzer
Find her with her gems and suck the life out the dessert
Like a wizard (a wizard!), ??whats the final trick??
Super-rich once I sell this bitch
I need a remote control for my remote control
So when I leave this bitch I'm STILL in control

[Chorus 4X]

[Verse 3 - Asop]
Selling what you never owned; Land, water, sand
Put a price upon the beauty of our planet is ridiculous
But we on a metronome
a story telling fella dropping knowledge on the ego's of a species out of control
Cash hungry bastards, chopping down trees to produce paper money
Fiber from the earth backwards
Man's thought process: Anywhere I stand's for sale
The European, pale-faced world
Native Americans, stripped for the heritage
A people who understood the concept of earth
The one and only ever-life force can't be bought
So they give away, even by the ??? of the world


[Verse 4 - Sunspot Jonz]
Yea, Is your mind yours?
What defines war, then confines doors?
It's a sign OR you's a time-whore!
Meaning demons fiending, scheming
Propaganda build their own team when
Beef's in, and people letting time pass on by
And never last or try, that's why them cats so high
And now they're old-ass guys, when the life you live
Future's negative
Afraid to have some kids, 'cause every tax you get
Bust the guns, the runs, our son's will take to make capitalist cake
A bake, you in face
Care about the money they make
They sold the world for bookdeals, oil kickbacks
Steel exports, beef extracts
Back scenes lack, the true antidote
Boxed like the Pope, fearing light
Jail without soap on the rope, live without hope
So we live, give out dope to our own people cope
The pain to alert, to the fantasy
Never sell myself short!

Singing along to Joni Mitchell
As his face went through the windshield
of his '67 Chevrolet

He was driving on the wrong side
Just a wee bit on the drunk side
When the ditch became a shallow grave

Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away

In his Chevy he did perish
To 'a free man in Paris'
The song played loudly away

Taken away on a stretcher
He was buried in the cornfield
Along with his Joni tapes

Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away

You can't separate a man and his Joni tapes ...

YOU GUYSHHh!!!!!!!!
scotty bass and the beatdowns
are playing with legendary boston rockers the unseen
this thursday, the 20th of july
at the max in kamloops...
i know this sucks cause most of the people that might care to see are underage, but your chances of getting in anyways are decent so try!!!!

hope to see you all there,
cheers, ty

today
a man named tucker
injected synthesized cocaine into my mouth
in not one not two but count em THREE locales.
i cant feel my face yall

ill leave it to you
to make perfect sense of my drunken rants.
must be that sports network
catch it? ohhhh yeah

i drank an o.e. fridy night
and i got really bad heartburn
and it hasnt gone away

so yeah lotsa good times latley
camping 2 weekends in a row
fuck yeah holl lake
pissed down fierce last night
me dale dylan bryan and tom erected a tarp
over our space post haste...fckn sweet...4x4ing in the morning
life is really good right now...riding a really killer wave
lets just hope i dont fall off...and i wont do shit about it
like the church during the holocaust. our album is FINNALLY fuxing done...production officially starts now hmm production eh...lets see what can be produced...what is it? a happy ending? an alternative? a beatdowns cd shibby

okay i know this shit is kindof annoying
but i just did one and it was fun
and jody better fill this shit out god my right hand eet hurts
and also some other people fill it out

[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] How have I affected you?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Would you fuck me?
[13] Are we close?
[14] Emotionally, what stands out?
[15] Do you wish I was cooler?
[16] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[18] Am I loveable?
[19] How long have you known me?
[20] Describe me in one word.
[21] What was your first impression?
[22] Do you still think that way about me now?
[23] What do you think my weakness is?
[24] Do you think I'll get married?
[25] What about me makes you happy?
[26] What about me makes you sad?
[27] What reminds you of me?
[28] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[30] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[31] Do you think I would kill someone?
[33] What song reminds you of me?
[32] If you I told you I had 3 weeks to live what would we do?
[34] If I died would you cry?
[35] When was the last time we faught?
[36] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

ye-har
wanting wanting
hand and hair folks
tthats how i roll
i like bein dope
and not a sucka
i like george bush
blowin up them muthafucas

someone leave me a message
with ur phone number
so we can hang out
cause im bord
and i lost my cell phone

a sock full of broken glass