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Wednesday, 18 October 2017
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Listen Healing Overtone (Solfeggio DNA Arpeggio & Theta binaural beats)


Lyrics

Half Past Loving You (Adam Gregory)

I'm getting there yeah
I got a ways to go
But I'm getting there
The memories don't hurt like before
I'm getting there
I'm getting there

It's half past loving you
A quarter 'til I
Find a love that's new
Time will heal the heart
That's broken in two
It's half past loving you
It's half past loving you

I'm getting there yeah
I got some work to do
But I'm getting there
Everyday I'm a little more over you
I'm getting there
I'm getting there

Someday I'm gonna wake up and not be
thinkin' about you baby
Someday

Camp Fire Girl #62 (Guttermouth)

She's got the healing powers of medicinal marijuana
And she feeds herself the same ole crap she feeds to her iguana
And she won't go to the bar
God forbid that she drive
And she won't go to the bar
And of course she will protest the war

[Chorus:]
I get excited when I see her
You better pass me the saltpeter
Like a sailor on shore leave
Like a recent parolee
I want to date her but first bathe her
She always eating echinacea
On her feet are birkenstocks
I guess my head is filled with rocks

Most of her friends are never happy
That is unless they're bitchin
She looks down upon my comrades like they're carcinogen
She doesn't know what she's fighting for
Like a modern day conquistador
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she's an idiot

[Chorus]

She doesn't know what she's fighting for
Like a modern day conquistador
And of course she will protest the war
And even though she's an idiot
Even though she's an idiot

[Chorus]

I guess my head is filled with rocks rocks rocks

Lost In Dispair (Ensiferum)

I was lost, on my own
and I couldn't bear the thought of my life
I was gone, caught in the torturing memories
And they burned like fire
water can never heal such pain

Can't you believe
Nothing is real
Can't you see
I cannot feel

Take me away
Bury me in the sand
cause after all these years I am still the same
a sad and bitter man

Crush my hope, grow my hate
There's no home for me
Nothing to give, nothing to say
so tell me it's a dream

Born To Boogie (Hank Williams Jr.)

Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama They tied the knot so here I am.
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line Loved Louisanana and raised on Jabalaya.
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand by the time I could talk I had my own band,
went on the road when I was eight years old when I turned fifteen I was stealing the show.
Money to burn and the girls were pretty it didn't take me long to learn that I was born to boogie.

When I was eighteen I went to Hollywood I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode,
Got my guitar painted in the California sun a red caddilac having to much fun.
Now we were playing them halls and jammin' then until they moved me on over to M.G.M.
They said this is the boy we've been telling you about, he lit a cigar and stuck his hand out.
He said son have we got a deal for you gonna make you a star give you fifty thousand too.
I told him my Momma didn't raise no fool.
I'll take your money, I'll make you a movie But I can tell ya' right now I am born to boogie.

Well my name is Bocephus I drink whiskey by the gallon and I never back down and I love a good challenge
what I do now is what I did then I like to get down with all my rowdy friends.
Now I can be sweet and I can be mean I still got my hat and I still wear my jeans
My shades are chromo my guitar is steal if you think I won't then believe me I will
Get down on you baby because I ain't no rookie I was put here to party and I was born to boogie

T-Shirt And Panties (Adina Howard Featuring Cam'Ron And Charlie Baltimore)

[Cam]
Uh, yeah
Adina
Cam

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, on the P to the R, R-O-N is the bomb
And when we at the bar, I'm gonna show you a star
The way I hop, the way I pop
Hold heat right too
Yo, what you think Adina, I'm
a Freak like you
And I'm gearin' TLC, I Creep like you
Leave them panties on ma, I'ma sleep right through
So pull 'em to the side, and pop the Dom
I'm ** wit' my boxers on

[Adina Howard]
Picture this I'm in my bed
Your body's hotSoakin' wet
Flowin' with the things I like to do
I'm open minded when it comes to freakin' you
Feelin' me
Wet as can be
Between my legs You're tastin' me
Boy you make it clear, you know my love will over flow
And you ain't got to worry about my clothes

Chorus
I got my T-shirt and my panties on
T-shirt and my panties on
T-shirt and my panties on
T-shirt and my panties
Got my T-shirt and my panties on

[Adina Howard]
To your surprise
Uh, it's tight
Tighter loveYou get it right

Bridge
Nothing better (ooh)
Nothing more (mm-hmmm)
Can you feel me?
Baby why don't you just

[Adina Howard]
Take your time
Tonight you're mine
We're gonna turn it out
Hit it from behind
Boy you make it clear, you know my love will over flow
And you ain't got to worry about my clothes

Chorus
I got my T-shirt and my panties on
T-shirt and my panties on
T-shirt and my panties on
T-shirt and my panties
Got my T-shirt and my panties on

Bridge 2
I'm feelin' kinda **y
Now that we are all alone(Now that we are all alone)
Baby can we do the nasty
In the privacy of my own home(Baby come a little closer)
So come a little closer
I am hugged all the time, it's gone
Because tonight is special
I got my T-shit and my panties on

[Charli Baltimore]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
You can come if you want to
I'll make you cum too Yo, you butt **, laid out when you come to
Yo, when it comes to **, none's better
Then a back-shot, head wop, Lex cop a setter rock
Bring ya girlfriend, yo, Chuck's the competetor
Anyone right, you can Demi Moore price
Yeah, let her come daddy
Have Gloria freak it
Cause C. B
'More is Victoria Secrets

Bridge 3
Open the door
Take it cause I'm all alone
Got my T-shirt and panties on
Come in before
So when you get home
Got my T-shirt and panties on
I got my T-shirt and panties on! <echo>

Sobriety Is A Serious Business And Business Ain't So Good (Less Than Jake)

So it's sunrise
sober eyes
see my room spin around
crowded bars and crumbling town
I'm a mess
a monument
two clenching fists of helplessness
oblivious to all of it
situation hopeless
will all the assholes in this room
please raise your right hand

It's sunrise
sober eyes
see my room spin around
crowded bars and crumbling towns
I'm a mess
a monument
two clenching fists of helplessness
oblivious to all of it
situation hopeless
will all the assholes in this room
please raise your right hand

Black Jesus (Kane & Abel)




featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker

(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me

Verse 1 (Kane)

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so **ed up for me
And my family worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga**
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these **ed up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the mother**ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say ** you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably ** another nigga I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch**niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round ** on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees

(Chorus)

Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up
Allah, tell me why this world so **ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (Abel)

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (Silkk)

You know what P your right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (Master P)

As I lay me down to sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it

(Kane & Abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people

Halo Halo (Jamal)

Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegn&#281;,
Przed tym co b&#281;dzie i tak nie uciekn&#281;,
Bo co wtedy je&#347;li ca&#322;y ten &#347;wiat
W jednej sekundzie by na g&#322;ow&#281; nam spad&#322; Jamal cz&#322;owieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegn&#281;,
Przed tym co b&#281;dzie i tak nie uciekn&#281;,
Bo co wtedy je&#347;li ca&#322;y ten &#347;wiat
W jednej sekundzie by na g&#322;ow&#281; nam spad&#322; Jamal
Tylko jeden raz,
I tylko jeden raz i nie ma nas,
Bo &#380;ycie jak mrugni&#281;cie oka i nie ma nas
Dopóki czas nam ukieka dobro,
Dopóki widzisz jeszcze u&#347;miech to widzisz cud,
Mamy tu d&#322;ug nazywa si&#281; mie&#263; serce
Po co to wszystko gdy ka&#380;dy chce wi&#281;cej i wi&#281;cej,
Na &#322;eb szyj&#281; ewidentnie tak,
Krew si&#281; sama rwie do pulsu ja tym t&#281;tni&#281; tak,
Daje to znak bo sam zapomnia&#322;em
Warto jest czasem robi&#263; rzeczy ma&#322;e
Wiedzia&#322;em, skr&#281;ca&#322;em, spala&#322;em i podró&#380;owa&#322;em,
Tym kim w&#322;a&#347;nie teraz jestem si&#281; sta&#322;em, ale
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegn&#281;,
Przed tym co b&#281;dzie i tak nie uciekn&#281;,
Bo co wtedy je&#347;li ca&#322;y ten &#347;wiat
W jednej sekundzie by na g&#322;ow&#281; nam spad&#322; Jamal cz&#322;owieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegn&#281;,
Przed tym co b&#281;dzie i tak nie uciekn&#281;,
Bo co wtedy je&#347;li ca&#322;y ten &#347;wiat
W jednej sekundzie by na g&#322;ow&#281; nam spad&#322; Jamal
Ws&#322;uchaj si&#281; dobrze to puls ulicy
To twoi ludzie na których mo&#380;esz liczy&#263;
W tym uczestniczysz i zbierasz plon
Je&#380;eli jeste&#347; to jeste&#347; to po co ziom
Trzymamy pion, bo po co tak pr&#281;dko
Niecierpi&#281; chwil gdy nie mam nawet czasu ruszy&#263; r&#281;k&#261;
Mi&#281;kko cza wystukuje mi bit
Wie to ona, wie to on, wie to ja i ty
Znam te gry w otwarte karty
I ty zobacz ile to naprawd&#281; jest warte,
Spokój ducha p&#322;ynie z serca do ucha,
Je&#347;li chcesz prawdy to prawdy tu s&#322;uchasz, ale
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegn&#281;,
Przed tym co b&#281;dzie i tak nie uiekn&#281;,
Bo co wtedy je&#347;li ca&#322;y ten &#347;wiat
W jednej sekundzie by na g&#322;ow&#281; nam spad&#322; Jamal cz&#322;owieku
Halo, halo i po co ja tak biegn&#281;,
Przed tym co b&#281;dzie i tak nie uciekn&#281;,
Bo co wtedy je&#347;li ca&#322;y ten &#347;wiat
W jednej sekundzie by na g&#322;ow&#281; nam spad&#322; Jamal
Bo je&#347;li chcesz biega&#263; tyle,
Lepiej zatrzymaj si&#281; na chwil&#281; ziom oj Jamal

** Off! (Insane Clown Posse)

[Samples]
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch."

[Shaggy2Dope]
Well, it's on. It's on like neden hoe **
I'm 2 Dope and I'm **in' drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS!
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school and I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat, **in' slob
'cause I don't care about none of y'all bitches!
Shut the ** up and drop ya britches ("B-Bitch.")
'cause I'm cloggin' a bank! {"A bank!"}
So I don't give a ** about what none of y'all think
When I do a show, I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin' bitches in the face
'cause I ain't nothin' soft,
so you and your boys can straight ** OFF!

[Chorus]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can suck my nutsac, yo)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can shake, you're dime-stank though)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can kiss my ass, ya punk bitch!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(Yo, ** you and ya Momma ain't shit!)
[End Chorus]

{*Phone Ringing*}
[Pizza Guy - Violent J]
"Uh, Pizza Boy Pizza."
"I want a large, extra cheese pizza."
"Pick-up or delivery."
"Delivery!"
"Okay, your address?"
"Yeah, it's near the high school. 232 ** OFF!"

[Shaggy2Dope]
When I was eight, I was on crack
I had Ms. Pella trained on the back
**in' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hairs gray ("Hehehe")
'cause the Dope is all that!
My Mother's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback
and nobody could ** wit' me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G,
with a stiff hangin' out the back
Bitch, you wouldn't know shit about that!
But there's one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date ("AHHHHH!") {"B-Bitch."}
'cause I show up nice and neat
AND THEN STRANGLE 'EM IN THE BACK SEAT! ("Hehehe!")
'Cause if you know, the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can ** OFF!!!

[Violent J]
"What's up? Violent J, the Southwest Juggala.
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house,
walk up to they Moms, grab 'em by the face and say '** offffff!'"

[Chorus]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You and your Momma can suck my dick!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can shake your bitch-ass quick)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(I could give a ** less, G)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
('Cause you ain't worth shit to me!)
[End Chorus]

[Violent J]
Violent J, the motha**in', blood-suckin' vampire
Please stomp on my head 'cause it's on fire!
I got another funky rhyme, so lemme kick it
"NAH! ** OFF, BITCH! THIS IS MY RECORD!" ("B-Bitch.")

[Shaggy2Dope]
I walk up, like a mental case
and start throwin' left hooks, at ya face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
..like somebody else I know. {"B-Bitch."}
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
and after that you can kiss my asscrack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacs are fat! ("Bitch!")
'Cause if you really wanna know what I think,
I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn,
take your two fat sacks of shit and get the ** on! ("Hehe, hehehehe!")
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch,
or I'ma have to bust you in your **in' lips! ("Ha-ha-ha!")
Next time you think I'm soft,
I hope you remember to ** OFF!

[Chorus]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(All you bitches hate me anyways..)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(... so you can suck my nuts all day!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can lick my nutsac, Tiffy!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(Yo, you can suck my **in' dick!)
[End Chorus]

[Sample]
"I'll say one thing, baby.
When Carol said you were a cooky nympho cunt,
she sure as hell wasn't kidding.
Well, that's it 'til next time, bitch!"

[Chorus]
[Shaggy2Dope]{Violent J}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/("** OFF, BITCH!"){"Y'know what I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"I-C-P's in tha motha**in' neck town!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/("YOU CAN SUCK MY ASS!"){"Ha-ha-ha!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"Peace to Atlanta, y'know what I'm sayin'?"}{"Blitz in the motha**in' house!"}("YEAH, MOTHA**A!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU! {"Atlanta, GA, y'know what I'm sayin'? Toledo!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
("WOOO-HOOO!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
{"Motha**in' Lexington."} ("YEAH! ** OFF!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
{"Motha**in'... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
{"Mo'**in', uh... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
("** OFF!") {"** off, man!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
FUUUUUUCCCCKKK OFFFFFFFFF!
(Hahahahaha!)
** off!
{"Bring it on, bitch!"}

Tossed Up (Mean Green)




featuring UGK

[Pimp C] (Bun b)
uhhh
hol up..smoke something bitch
keep your mind on your money (keep my mind on my money)
I represent UGK river know what I'm talking bout (black owned)
independent and black owned (smoked up)
smoke on something
so get your mind right

uhhh I'm young mother** sweet jones
pimpin the six
gotta yellow bone bitch cooking me serving bricks
since I was 17 I've been a legend in texas
screaming ** the police and blowing dough in the lexus
I saw your video nigga, you're slow and sloppy
spent 500,000 on a carbon copy
while I was smoking with the young soldiers in the caddy
yall ** off your money trying to be puff daddy
i'm a OG rock baller
I know some nigga that a bust 17 off in your impala
you ** them hoes and pay em top dollar
I'm still down with lil J I gotta the money and the ** power
bitch

chorus x 2
now all you niggas talking shit you getting tossed up
and all of these hoes that's on the dick they getting tossed up
we got them cookies and them bricks they getting tossed up
so don't you be bout nothing slick you getting tossed up

[verse 2]
yall niggas done **ed up and called up some treal niggas
niggas who ain't scared to put 6 in your Hilfiger
deal wit a nigga like a swisha and split him down the middle
remind a mother**er who the real hard hitter
gold diggers for cheese jealous and in keys keeping berretas
for them playing hating fellas what the ** can you tell us
driving benzs with mo mos hoes ** our toes
cause they know we the niggas roll with all the goddamn dough
I cook a quarter pound of blow sell it for 44
selling ounces for 5.50 caught you 12 at your door
it's smitty the pimp dope pro hoe I know the rules
the early bird gets the bread if you snooze you lose

chorus x 2

[Bun -B]
you done pushed the panic button
now we taking it all like a glutton
any tripping we cutting so listen it's bubby hutton
now any hoe that snort in here you can catch the nuttin
we synonymous with a rock like charles s dutton our prophecies
now wasn't you that sudsucker
talking shit with that funky bitch up in that fuddruckers
you best to be a mud ducker, I'm a thug bucker
and I got one specially designed for all you mother**ers
we love ruckus, wanna shuck and jive
but when I came through with that four to the ** five
niggas duck and dive ?????
what a ** liar
bitch ain't no time to get flossed up
I'm sauced up you said it cost what woooo-d

chorus x 4


Video


This piece of music incorporates tones; from the full 12 Solfeggio frequency scale. The throat singing / overtone singing, featured in this track, is by Stian; AKA ...




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