POWER

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I’m living in that 21st century doin’ something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music

No one man should have all that power
The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours
Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power
(21st century Schizoid Man)

The system broken, the schools closed, the prison’s open
We ain’t got nothing to lose motherfucker we rollin’,
Ha? motherfucker we rollin’
With some light skinned girls and some Kelly Rowland‘s
In this white man world we the one’s chosen
So goodnight cruel world I see you in the mornin’,
Ha? I see you in the mornin’
This is way too much, I need a moment.

No one man should have all that power
The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours
Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the power
Till then, fuck that the world’s ours
(21st Century Schizoid Man)

Fuck SNL and the whole cast
Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
More specifically they can kiss my ass hole
I’m an asshole? You niggas got jokes!
You short minded niggas, thoughts is napolean
My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in
I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
he knows, he so fuckin’ gifted
I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My child-like creativity, purity and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrust in me
As I look down at my diamond crush to piece thinking…

No one man should have all that power
The clocks tickin’ I just count the hours
Stop trippin’ I’m tripping off the powder
Till then, fuck that the world’s ours
(21st Century Schizoid Man)

Colin Powers, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin’ nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama‘s nation
Well that’s a pretty dour way to start a conversation
At the end of the day goddamn it I’m killin’ this shit
I know damn well ya’ll feelin’ this shit
I don’t need your pussy, bitch I’m on my own dick
I ain’t got a power trip who you going home with?
How ‘Ye doin’? I’m Surviving
I was drinkin’ earlier now I’m driving
Where the bad bitches huh? where ya hidin’?
I got the power make your life so excited..

(Oh hey Oh hey Oh hey
Hey Hey)

Now this’ll be a beautiful death
I’m jumping out the window
Letting everything go
Letting everything go
You got the power to let power go..
(21st Century Schizoid Man)

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Not Afraid

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I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel like you’ve been down the same road (same road)

Yeah, it’s been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you’re trying to get out, just follow me
I’ll get you there

You could try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay ’em
But you won’t take the sting out these words before I say ’em
Cause ain’t no way I’ma let you stop me from causin mayhem
When I say I’ma do somethin I do it,
I don’t give a damn what you think,
I’m doin this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it’s gassed up, if it thinks it’s stoppin me
I’ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I’m tearin down your balcony
No if ands or buts, don’t try to ask him why or how can he
From “Infinite” down to the last “Relapse” album
he’s still shittin, whether he’s on salary paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He’s married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he’s got the urge
to pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn’t have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it’s a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that
Fuck your feelings, instead of gettin crowned you’re gettin capped
And to the fans, I’ll never let you down again, I’m back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let’s be honest, that last “Relapse” CD was ehhh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain’t goin back to that now
All I’m tryin to say is get back, click-clack, blaow
Cause I ain’t playin around
It’s a game called circle and I don’t know how, I’m way too up to back down
But I think I’m still tryin to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn’t, this fuckin black cloud
still follows, me around but it’s time to exorcise these demons
These motherfuckers are doin jumpin jacks now!

And I just can’t keep living this way
So starting today, I’m breaking out of this cage
I’m standing up, I’ma face my demons
I’m manning up, I’ma hold my ground
I’ve had enough, now I’m so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
for you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don’t even realize what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
my world, haters can make like bees with no stingers
and drop dead, no more beef flingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
to focus solely on handlin my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters
and raise it, you couldn’t lift a single shingle on it!
Cause the way I feel, I’m strong enough to go to the club
or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I’m raising the bar
I’d shoot for the moon but I’m too busy gazin at stars
I feel amazing and I’m

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World’s Of Distorted Minds

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What do we want from our lives? Supposedly, which meant to be precious, as we think. Is something we want very much now. Question is, Can we get it or not? Or perhaps that’s the big question on our minds. May be the answer we are looking for which could be yes or no, but we can though, its a remarkable imagination or perhaps denying the reality.

But sometimes there are conditions. Will their be a lot of effort required?                                     Hmmmm, we may have to steadfastly pursue our goal or keep walking to our destinies. In this beautiful world or the world that we are leading it to much bigger disastrous moment. Sometimes or most of the times we may have to put up with weird personalities and as we know well that their are with top floor damaged. Yes I’m refering to their fucked up brains. I’m talking about the one’s with shit in their head and thinking of themselves either in a superiority or inferiority complex problem. the one carry both virus are highly likely are recommended to mentle rehabilitation programme.

This infection spread quickly and we can called them proper fucked up level, you’d rather not deal with them. Does that sound like a lot of aggravation? If so, then maybe we don’t want it or do want it, so much after all. The decent translation would be, go and fuck yourself, And if that’s the case, then we’ve made a huge progress, because we’ve made our choice in a uniquely mannerly way.

However, if the requirements don’t deter us, then we may proceed. With a good bloody dedication, and we can reach where we want (Hahahahaaaa) we can call it a special goal. But what the fuck is that we haven’t got a clue. But my advise will be that, We should focus to our goal if we got one I meant which we got in our minds with the gesture of beautiful thought. 🙂

Some people seem to be lucky. We’ve probably heard stories of people who have won the lottery more than once, or who get break after break in life. But you we aren’t feeling very lucky right now, and you wish you could find some way to change that. Fuck me dead it would be ideal though. If we want to change our luck, though, we have to change our outlook on luck.

Just because something didn’t work out recently doesn’t mean we aren’t lucky. In fact, it could mean that we’re VERY lucky. We had our eye on something that didn’t materialize. In the near future, though, we’ll be extremely happy that it didn’t when something better – something we would otherwise have missed – shows up to take its place. And in most cases it does work, in a sense that we got to live it.

And as now I would like to drink like fish and listen to this bit as follows and heve a great weekend folks;

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Idea Of No Worry No Hurry

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Sitting in the Sun gave me, my frozen mind working again and decided to look for knowledgeable and talented people. But then I said fuck it and decided to sit longer in the sun. Sometimes, somethings drag us down, don’t they?
What is it then?
Could be some kind of commitment, obligation, or perhaps something more, that which has left us feeling oppressed, emptied and stressed?
When we know clinging on to stubbornness ly to our foolish thought is not a good idea. We should be aware and hopeful, that we have the option of either ending it or improving it, the said words of commitment or obligation, or may be some kind of other……..
which we may fear naming it, deep down we know. But we may have been trudging along with this huge burden on our shoulders for so long we’ve forgotten that what is happiness, why we deny our own existance?
As every soul was created with the symbol of love, with the beauty of thought of pure love, perhaps something more. Shall we say love never ends? and how easily can we just put it up or put it down and thinking for a moment when we are lost in our thoughts of peace or wars.
Figuring out what we can live with and perhaps what we would be better off without – it’s hard to choose and then take a step toward making things better.
Can we live with or without food? We would say yes and can eat leaves or any green will do and will still be in the loop of living dead. Intriguing the thought of we should question ourselves that what is it that our soul needs? which penetrates in our hearts and minds and to purify our souls.
Guess what? Love it is which solve our hurdles on the life track.
We were just made with a clay. We should have a caterpillar engine instead of a heart and small or a small processor on the top level. Just reboot the system and after every fuck up. And live with the thought of no worry no hurry. Hahahahaaaa we are human being, or what?

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Mind Games

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It’s so now to be sexually domineering, for the woman to be the one who calls the shots. Lately, Rihanna’s making quite a name for herself as the feisty, little firecracker at the centre of everyone’s fantasies and if she’s as good as her word, I for one wouldn’t kick her out of bed for dripping candle wax on the Egyptian cotton sheets. Alas, we don’t really move in the same circles just yet, so I have to find my thrills closer to home, although not everyone’s that handy with a whip…

Ordinary sex is a pretty common scenario – not quite enough confidence or alcohol so your sexual encounter lacks the grit to be taken to a level of complete breathlessness and muscle cramps. But I’ve devised a simple yet novel way to turn up the heat and fast. Never underestimate the power of jealousy.

So, I’m having the kind of routine sex that fills a Sunday afternoon, but will probably be forgotten by Monday morning. I’m on my back, he’s kneeling between my legs and his cock isn’t nearly as hard as it could be. There’s no urgency in his thrusts, it’s lazy and dull. Cue my mobile phone which lies in wait on the bedside table. I’m being f***ed so gently that it’s not even difficult to lean over and pick it up. In my inbox is a text from another man. It’s filthy. I pass the phone to the man in front of me. I watch his eyes absorb the words like sweet poison. Instantly his cock hardens and lengthens, he starts f***ing me harder and faster, his eyes fierce with a new intensity.

With one hand he scrolls through my messages, reading more; with the other he holds my neck to the bed, almost so I can’t breathe. After filling his mind with enough fuel to necessitate pure, unadulterated one-upmanship and rage, he discards the phone and flips me onto all fours, f***ing me to within an inch of my life. He forces me right down so I’m lying flat, his hand is clenched around a fistful of my hair, forcing my face into the pillow; while his hips press me hard onto the bed, allowing my clit to intermittently graze the sheets and my thighs to tighten the grip on his imminently explosive cock.

To this day I don’t think he knows I never f***ed the guy on the phone. Who says men don’t get off on mind games?

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