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    Originally posted by OZZ View Post
    Joe Walsh..Turn To Stone !
    Steely Dan- AJA

    Falling for Judo since 1980

    "You are wrong. Why? Because you move like a pregnant yak and talk like a spazzing 'I train UFC' noob." -DCS

    "The best part of getting you worked up is your backpack full of irony and lies." -It Is Fake

    "Banning BKR is like kicking a Quokka. It's foolishness of the first order." - Raycetpfl

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      On Sunday, we were all working hard to get the last veggie harvest in (tomotoes, cukes, peppers and squash) before it gets too cold around here. So we were playing music via my phone, hooked to the sound system.

      My younger son said he wanted to listen to some "modern music", so he got control of the selection.

      One good song and then a bunch of crappy ones, then one final good song he prefaced with "You will like this one, Dad", and I did.

      He was listening essentially to a bunch of white boys doing "rap".

      So I introduced him to Coolio "Gangsters in Paradise"...
      He pretended not to be impressed, I know...


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      Falling for Judo since 1980

      "You are wrong. Why? Because you move like a pregnant yak and talk like a spazzing 'I train UFC' noob." -DCS

      "The best part of getting you worked up is your backpack full of irony and lies." -It Is Fake

      "Banning BKR is like kicking a Quokka. It's foolishness of the first order." - Raycetpfl

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        Those three videos would be worth of one post each but, as they are very beautiful, but they are also very similar so I'll keep the 3 together.

        First the song "Dschinghis Khan" from the group "Dschinghis Khan" in the album "Dschinghis Khan" (western Germany, 1979), that apparently was an hit:


        Then, from the same album, Moskau (please enjoy the elegant though subdued choreography):


        Finally, some year later (1984) but still from western Germany, and still with the same typically Teutonic taste for the refined and the elegant, Zuppa Romana:
        (note: the group, Scrott Nach 8, apparently was a rock band that found success with this parodistical music, the text is in italian but in fact is just a list of italian foods, without any meaning)

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          Walk Off The Earth has a new song, Taekwondo. Not sure I like it, yet.



          It's kinda an ideological ripoff of Kennedy's Karate

          Consider for a moment that there is no meme about brown-haired, brown-eyed step children.

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            A little Classical today

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              Alternating between Rufus Wainwright and his sister, Martha

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                I missed this thread a lot. I have a lot to catch up on.

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                    go to http://www.bullshido.net/forums/prof...do=editoptions > under Thread Display Options > Number of Posts to Show Per Page: 40

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                            The Weinpocalypse, AKA Weinmageddon, AKA Black Affleck Wednesday, got me thinking about this Kink's classic.

                            Last edited by W. Rabbit; 10/11/2017 9:43pm, .

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                              Seriously some of the most amazing metaphors I have EVER heard in hip hop:

                              Franchise
                              Rap God shit
                              Feel that
                              Got the God in this mother
                              Yeah, all that

                              God is good, God is great, they swear up and down everyday he is
                              You better hope he's as merciful as they say he is
                              My bars is the craziest, lyrically I'm an alien
                              So much knowledge, scholars ain't never heard of the gradient
                              Rap God is his alias, changin' minds of the atheists
                              Tourin', sharin' stages with loved ones 'cause that's the way he is
                              My mama called to see if we safe and told me she pray we is
                              And I am to my fans what Tom Brady is to the Patriots
                              Satan's nemesis, spittin' lyrics which you can benefit
                              To you it's only bars, I just wish you knew the significance
                              Life sentences, they don't know how much time I spent with it
                              I learnt it like an instrument, practice made me magnificent
                              Spoke about my pain and my struggles, that's how I strengthen it
                              Was willin' to go broke, I put all my dollars and cents in it
                              Took a break from shinin' and buyin' all that expensive shit
                              Became beneficent, now fuck nigga come try to blemish it
                              Always kill the devil quickly when you find him
                              God strong, came from them trenches straight out the bottom
                              I put my niggas on 'cause I love 'em, they know I got 'em
                              They got their bars up on their own I ain't gotta spot 'em
                              Squad drippin' sauce I bet some of you wanna rob 'em
                              Same niggas hatin' they fakin' want me to sign 'em
                              Pistols in designer, if there's ever a problem
                              We slide in with them mags on you pussies, it's not a condom
                              Niggas thought this shit was just rap up until I popped one
                              Like Tony wasn't frontin' that day he said he had shotgun
                              Gotta keep one on me, know I can go any day, boy
                              Slidin' hollow tips in the clips I can't wait to spray, boy
                              Magazines full of them bitches see I don't play, boy
                              Leave a nigga reekin' for thinkin' he Theon Greyjoy
                              When hope is lost, don't ever bail on your team
                              Don't doubt the God and stand firm like you settin' the screen
                              There's just one version of the truth you need to question your king
                              Sky's the limit, went from livin' in the 'jects to my dream
                              So fresh and so clean, it's cool to have a necklace that blings
                              But real leaders teach us lessons while they blessin' their teams
                              To live is to grind, we all on different missions to rise
                              Visualizin' bein' on top, I'm gon' stay willin' to climb
                              And none of us would value life if God didn't limit the time
                              We talk to clouds with hopes the ones we lost still live in the skies
                              You gotta show the Lord you're thankful when you're given this time
                              Success is proof that you've evolved and mastered difficult times
                              And no fish don't get to debate because they missin' my lines
                              Maybe later in life when you mature, you'll get it in time
                              No one can ever mention bars without mentionin' mine
                              So sick with the rhymes, that every lyric pickin' ya mind
                              Some think that all they gotta do is pray for the best
                              Always lookin' for a shortcut and a way to finesse
                              King's vision, time's tickin', I ain't waitin' for next
                              Just like a fuckin' Chess game, bitch I'm chasin' the check
                              I'm an artist, hoe they on it, we get praises the best
                              I told them put they money up like we was makin' the bet
                              Gon' make 'em regret, always be real and make 'em respect
                              Don't get discouraged, people tend to love to hate on the best
                              My wisdom's unique, do you and let the critics critique
                              'Cause lions don't concern themselves with the opinions of sheep
                              Even my haters takin' notes and got my shit on repeat
                              It's gettin' deep like brother Malcolm out here givin' a speech
                              Gifted with intentions of redemptions such as healin' the weak
                              Put God first and never give up when you feelin' defeat
                              Be willin' to see, don't be another prisoner sleep
                              Life is a bitch and people change like that bitch named Mystique
                              Embracin' the pain, my nigga I was raised in the rain
                              Now I'm breakin' up chains, and I'm changin' the game
                              I do this with my eyes closed, drive a hater insane
                              Me and God give 'em hell like Undertaker and Kane
                              And I don't depend on no man, got that from my old man
                              My mama told me no woman wants them a broke man
                              My bros said "You can make it", I said "We both can"
                              Came a long way, sleepin' counties, hearin' them doors slam
                              Used to be the dope man, every day I sold grams
                              Nowadays it's different, my pockets fatter than Roseanne
                              Big paper, I got that bag on me like the postman
                              Still prayin' daily, receivin' blessings in both hands
                              Armed with two sticks in this bitch, I feel like a snowman
                              Dead bodies all on your block, I turn it to ghost land
                              FGE the shit bitch you better get with the program
                              And every barbarian niggas out think I'm Conan
                              Mimic when I lead on 'em, missions to succeed
                              Like a fuckin' backbreaker, nigga this is what they need
                              Punchlines like Apollo nigga, this is for my creed
                              Meaning this is for my seeds, I just hope you takin' heed
                              Pray every day knowin' Satan waitin' for you to fall
                              I give praise to God because that's who helped me get through it all
                              GET A RED BELT OR DIE TRYIN'.
                              Originally posted by Devil
                              I think Battlefields and I had a spirited discussion once about who was the biggest narcissist. We both wanted the title but at the end of the day I had to concede defeat. Can't win 'em all.
                              Originally posted by BackFistMonkey
                              I <3 Battlefields...

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