Babby’s first pedalboard. (Taken with instagram)
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Taken with instagram
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Lost it at Ned Stark/Al Gore “Always going on about climate change”
(Source: complexmagazine, via defjamblr)
"When you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an onomatopoeia"
Bun B
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Circuits Demo 2009 lyrics
Dead and Gone
Swiped from right under fingers soiled with the lingering stench from the dirt under your nails. FUCKING FAIL. I could tear your fucking heart from your chest and I doubt that you would feel the sting. I don’t think we feel anything 98% of the day and I bet we use it to our advantage whenever possible.
Good intentions are invalid with complete inconsistency.
Rewarding the parasitic. We’re dead, and you’re gone.
Worlds away
Fuck their reform, we want the world. Redefining distance,
We’re build a fucking bridge 10,000 miles long.
Left Behind
When things in life don’t go your way, its easy to distort the positivity of the things that do. With no discipline or tradition,
Where are you now?
Our Hostile Landscape
Burning bridges from both ends. We’re gone, disappeared from the inside out for a second too long.
The hostile landscape (escapes us), growing as we sleep, and I can’t let go of this place because it’s all I have, and all I’ll ever know. An isolation of identity. We could be gone but our breath still lingers on in this place we can’t call our own. An isolation of identity through a shameful history.
Stations
The rhetoric rusty & corroded - is superstition and myth. Ordained as holy righteousness, bigotry in a thin veneer.
Womanhood as defined by men, gender roles set by a sexist text.
There’s no escape in a culture of fear, blind piety, and unchallenged oppression. In full dogmatic adherence, through your cloud of shit, you’ll never see beyond your own arrogance. But we’ll see through the transparent puppeteers.
We reject your holy hive mind. Not beholden to mythological lie, our bodies were unbound from patriarchal control.
What is disguised as compassion is, in practice total control.
An iron fist in the form of a lamb, it’s all smoke and mirrors to keep usn u s us (printed badly here) submissive and docile.
WAGE WAR IN YOUR NEW CRUSADE
OUR BODIES THE BATTLE GROUND.
CASUALTIES OF THE NEW CRUSADE.
OUR BODIES, OUR FUCKING CHOICE.
Puritanical Ignorance
What use are songs of unity and brotherhood when your very existence creates walls. You divide and subtract legions of fans as collateral damage; wartime casualties. Don’t you see that all this talk of brotherhood rips us apart. Where is my place? Do I fit into your ubermensh mentality?
You’ve ripped our eyes and ears out, our guts and our hearts.
Hollow and empty achievements, and high fives for the number on asshole. (We’ll be the “faggots” & “sluts” leaving the room).
A 21 gun salute, fanfare and hysteria for your monuments to heterodentricity, to white male arrogance, to double standards and gender roles.. Your the cheerleaders at our fucking funeral.
The flagbearers of puritanical ignorance.
AND YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE US.
chopchopgoodbye asked: Circuits lyrics, it's been like a week. YOU HAVE AN 8MP CAMERA ON YOUR PHONE, JUST TAKE DETAILED PHOTOS OF THEM AT LEAST.
sorry typing em now.
also it’s been like two days…
feel bad for just listening to this, but it’s #legit.
girl rap ‘12 kilo kish kitty pryde skram life etc. what’s good?
"I’ve never really had a religious experience in a religious place. The closest I’ve ever come to seeing or feeling god is listening to rap music. Rap music is my religion. Amen."
Killer Mike, “R.A.P. Music”
10gbs left on my 1tb hd
#welp
upload lyrics plz
Yeah I will a bit later tonight.
