Hello, etc.

Thanks!

No really, welcome.

yrs,

cunt-ily

pisces.

The bit about cunts was a joke. Sorta.

i just wanted to take this opportunity to also introduce myself, because i'm also pretty fresh to the ILM.

p.s. i looooooooooveeeeeeeee pitchfork... its so great to have a website that tells me what to like and what to hate so i never have to think for myself or form my own opinions ever again, ever.

That said I'm new to this too, although I do recognise quite a number of the names from different things over the years.

Ned Raggett, I recognise that name ;)

yes i'm a cunt

I don't know how telling it is that most people assume they're the cunts...

Started off on the island, AK Shaolin
Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin
Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now
Rae gotta get a plate now
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream
That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey
If niggas know the half is behind me
Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto
In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushin the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy stacked up
Betta watch ya back and duck
Cause these fiends they got it cracked up
Now my man from up north, now he got the law
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! <gun shots>)
Fuck that

<Chorus>
<Raekwon> Dedicated to the winners and the losers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
<Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
<Raekwon> Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
<Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
<Raekwon> Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
<Ghost Face Killer> Dedicated to MPV's phat!
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
<Raekwon> Nigguh, yeah, yeah!

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer

Yo!
Kickin the fly cliches
Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots
Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hangin on my living room wall
My first joint, and it went gold
I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spot light
Gettin my dick rubbed all night
I wanna have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now, it just a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed
Be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin all types of calls from upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
Settlin for lesser
The god left lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
Continue to make hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
[Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga
Word up
It's on like that]

The Northern State review mentioned back there is pretty funny

Nobody knows the
trouble you feel

Nobody cares the
feeling is real.

Johnny
we're sorry
won't you come on home?
We worry
won't you come on?
What is wrong in my
life that I must get
drunk every night ?
Johnny
we're sorry.

Use the phone
call your mum - she's
missing you badly

missing her so
Who do you know
where will you stay?
Big city life is not
what they say.
Johnny
we're sorry
won't you come on home? . . .

You'd better go home
everything's closed

Can't find a room
money's all blown.
Nowhere to sleep
out in the cold
nothing to eat
nowhere to go.
Johnny
we're sorry
won't you come on home? . . .

Won't you come on
home ? We worry
won't you come on home ?
Johnny
won't you come on
home? We worry -.

You and I will crawl up and die.
All we can do is try
to speak for the people who haven't any voices
and feel for the women who haven't any choices.
Downtown used to be a lot taller,
Now the whole world just seems a lot smaller.
One day and suddenly
you know it's not just a place that's on tv.
So surprising rhyme why we can't rewind
can't turn the clock back oh my gosh
all wounds don't heal with time.
All stains don't come out in the wash.

We don't seem to learn from our history.
How could war lead to peopale feelin' free?
Is there a way to protect ourselves from ourselves?
And the fears we hide inside.
we gotta delve down deep into our hearts and minds
give more thought to the feelings that we find.

God bless how Lex's first ILX posts were already defending a bunch of trust fund skanks going "lol negro music". Can't beat setting your stall out early doors.

http://images.villagevoice.com/siren/2003/bands/north.jpg

WS, WS, DNW

You do realise that every time this happens and it gets back to the Lex he starts going "OMG I haven't posted in months and those losers are still talking about MEEEEE how sad are they?", right? You're encouraging him.

there's some context over on the dedicated LBCZC thread.

It's either this or bump some old AaronHZ threads Matt. Your call.

xp

Vicious circle. I wouldn't mind but some of us resent having our FAPs derailed by pointless discussion of internet mentalism.

(xpost)

"before we get down to business, I must inform you that Passantino has been cutting and pasting song lyrics about you again. I'm sorry."

Can't you wield a real life banhammer?

xp

Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

Can't you wield a real life banhammer?

The pub staff can usually be relied upon to do that.

What's orange and fucks poptimistzzzzzz

xpost x2

Ban Louis Jagger

Hi missy?
Whats up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke milli vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby gap shirts off, too
You just mad cuz payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album

London really warps people.

Is there gonna be any Northern State in Ultramix02, Steve?

From what I've seen lurking round here, half the posters seem to be incredibly articulate, intelligent and passionate and I would like to be like them. The other half seem to be cunts.

lol

<3

So that's how you're meant to announce yrself to ilx, ffs.