[Archive] Son of Daniel, ma belle

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:08 am

Oh! Hi jo!

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:09 am

thank you guys so much!!!!

Aithne · Post by **Aithne** » Tue May 08, 2007 1:10 am

So, your done Kassia?

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:11 am

Yep. Finally done.

Jo_16_2 · Post by **Jo_16_2** » Tue May 08, 2007 1:11 am

hey kassia

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:12 am

heya jo.

Chelseyrl · Post by **Chelseyrl** » Tue May 08, 2007 1:13 am

I don't understand. How can they trust you to take a midterm when Wikipedia is two clicks away?

Jo_16_2 · Post by **Jo_16_2** » Tue May 08, 2007 1:13 am

gawd, the didnt isnt even started and i'm already tired *yawn*

Aithne · Post by **Aithne** » Tue May 08, 2007 1:14 am

Good night all.
I'm am going to try to get some sleep.

I love you. You are the best.

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:14 am

Chelseyrl wrote:I don't understand. How can they trust you to take a midterm when Wikipedia is two clicks away?

cuz they're dumb?

I dunno. *shrugs*

But I failed anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

omg I'm gonna get a B in that class.

Jo_16_2 · Post by **Jo_16_2** » Tue May 08, 2007 1:15 am

bye aithne!

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:16 am

bye aithy!

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:17 am

lesbian spank inferno ft. kassia && hannah.

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:18 am

ntro
Going down a hard road, (just don't know)
Don’t know where I’ve been, (where I'm going down)
Going down a hard road, (just don't know)
Don’t know where I’ve been.

Verse 1 – Suffa
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran’s dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child’s letters to god,
Though life’s road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They’d have me in the back of a paddy, down the lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I’ll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.

Chorus
Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been.

Verse 2 – Pressure
I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
If I never had bailed maybe I’d be dead or in jail,
And man I got no one else to blame,
I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
But that’s the breaks right? Started working late nights,
Never seein daylight, gettin paid like a slave might,
And I’ve done too many years to miss this for my missus,
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.

Chorus
Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down the hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been,
DJ Debris c’mon and break it down like,

Verse 3 – Suffa
And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
Pull a page from my book out, and pull out,
Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.

Chorus
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been, and don’t know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don’t know where I’ve been…

PolkadotConfederation · Tue May 08, 2007 1:19 am

The taste of this joint

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali

Let's take a plane up out to Philly
We flying out to Dallas
Someone I'm meeting _____ is
Handing in it the chalice
Some premil, we come play
We getting the weed from Cali
And rolling it up in Philly
Smoking weed up all day
Now they say they come playing, really
And I really need to hear it
_____
You now that we would not get near
No ordinary sensimilla
And the only thing they wanted
When the kryptonite is gone
We started smoking supersonic
If you got money to pay
Better put your money on it
A _____ they go on and on and on and on
And they say they never feel it
But we're smoking this 'semilli
No _____ needed
When I'm high I don't conceal it
Everything is okay, this joint

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali

Smoked up all my weed from Philly
And everything from Cali
I'm all up and I'm by you
Smoking the kind of Maui-wowi
Pakalolo, grade A
We call to the Carribean
Deliver it up but their seeking
All connections get paid
Different strap for every season
If you really need a reason
We light the kryptonite and I open red bull
Lighten b's, more than ounce or two of chronic
In the end it's what we needed
No artificial flavor, then they come
Oh no no, we said, come and let the music play
And _____ repeat it
Perfection, I go on and on and on and on
I've been from Minnesota
From there onto Daytona
We come from up in New York
Now up in Cali, superfona
Everything is okay, this joint

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali
Original, cutting the beat
And I getting all the weed
I said, does it taste strong?

We rolling it up from Philly
And I need all the weed from Cali

okay. I'm bored.