tables out of order cause you're missing a slipmat? what the fuck kinda bullshit is that? any DJ worth a grain of salt has slipmats -unless he's a psytrance DJ or something. bahaHAHA. and then he (or she) doesn't need the slipmats anyways. anyhoo. whatever. pax out

i heard she's a mad ho' and shit. actually i read that on the board. apparently she's also a promoter. and an ill graphic designer too. bustin' mad steez. up in this biotch. bbbaaah. LEARN HOW TO MIIXXXX

i caught you knockin'
at my cellar door
i love you, baby
can i have some more
ooh, ooh, the damage done

i hit the city and
i lost my band
i watched the needle
take another man
ohh, ohh, the damage done

i sing the song
because i love the man
i know that some
of you don't understand
milk-blood
to keep from running out

i've seen the needle
and the damage done
a little part of it in everyone
but every junkie's
like a setting sun

i caught you knockin'
at my cellar door
i love you, baby
can i have some more
ooh, ooh, the damage done

i've seen the needle
and the damage done
a little part of it in everyone
but every junkie's
like a setting sun

gravel pit is of the "W" not off Tical, yes and the ticallion stallion aka johnny blaze is in it, he drop that "Back, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forthAs we go...Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forthAs we go... " shiiiit
but doesn't get credit somehow in the lyric transcription presented above. yaaaaaa

i just said I owed you so that you wouldn't think I was pressuring you or something, or trying to buy you off... you know I get really paranoid when people offer me things, or compliment me, 'cause then I think they have ulterior motives or something. I don't know. and also 'cause if I offer you a drink then I have to offer one to EVERYONE. and I can't get EVERYONE maaad drinks ALL THE TIME. as much as I wish I could. I'd love to. Well, I did pretty good last night. fuck. One Love seb. I hope I see ya soon dun.

1,2 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one timeIt's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...

[Tekitha: Hook]
Check out my gravel pitA mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it[Meth]
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lostBehold the pale horse, off course
Follow me, Wu Tang gotta beThe best thing since Starks in Clark Wallabees
African killer bees black watchOn the radio blowin out yo' watch
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by, your back get a chill
Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skillsI spit like a semiautomatic to the grill
Elbow grease, and elbow roomBaby play me, baby fall down go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse...

[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms[Meth]
And I'm the motherfucking Hot Nikks, pass the bluntMy nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a monthNow I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin from overdosin...Hey kid, watch me as I...
Wu and Meth got you openLet's ride, can't stand niggas who floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too muchKid wanna get up, then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up, then kid get stuckI'm the one that called you bluff
When your boys tried to act toughRemember what Old Dirty said
I'll fuck your ass up!Now listen

[Tekitha's hook over Meth]
[Meth]
Back, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forthAs we go...Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forthAs we go...

[Ghostface]
E with the English extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wildIt's the kid with the gold cup, stepped out like what
What's poppin and y'all niggas boboBlasting shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich fellas rock those all day1960 shit I'm goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face looks agelessPerfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff Vamos and exclude bamosBancos, stank hoes, in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The Gravel Pit, word up, represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style killers
Y'all know what time it is, shorty do your thing
Get upon that shit right now boo, do youThat's what I'm talking 'bout

[U-God]
Step to my groove, move like thisWhen we shoot the gift, of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excusesIn a sec, grab the tech and loot this
Execute and shakin all setsNow I'm breakin all heads, I'm takin all bets
Move all best, who want the dram' nextYou all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tankStill the same kid for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry the bankAdmire the grades, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that shake
It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hotness On the go, check the flow
Sayin Wu don't rock... [crash]Stop quck, hold the gossip
Stop sweatin my pockets, I hear the hot shit

SAMMY SOYFUNK IN THA HOUSSSEEE!! BOOOYYAM!!

dude, for real, if you come and bring a camera and take pictures I will
a) guarantee you some sick footage of mad wasted peeps doing fucked up things. weird shit happens at amnesia.
b) hook u up. somehow. get you in free or get you drinks or something, whatever you want.
c) play some wu-tang shit. in my ghetto tek set. actually i'll do that either way. best recognize. the RZA up in this SHIIOOTTT BIOTTCH.

so come out. bong.

the show wasn't supposed to be tonight. i'm fucked up. Actually my thoughts are a week ahead of everyone else's at all times, and sometimes I forget to minus those seven days when conducting conversations with normal peeeps. sorry, the show was scheduled for April 4th.

I was told that due to the war and shit, flying is sketchy. So it's cancelled. Who really cares what the real reasons are, cause I guess it's impossible to find out 100%, but for sure he's not coming. boo. too bad. as much as he's been associated with the ultragayelectroclash movement, the Hacker makes some wicked shit, is a very talented producer and DJ of gritty tek beeaaats.

Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van.
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands.

Well, late at night when the people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky voice
That was real as the day was long.

Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, yes it is, tonight's the night.

Early in the mornin' at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.
If you never heard him sing
I guess you won't too soon.

'Cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he'd died out on the mainline.

Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night.

Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline van.
Well, early in the morning at just about the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.

Tonight's the night.

galaksy, any time you need guest list just ask me you get in for free, and i'll even get you drinks (since i owe you!!) hoepefully next week you can come out ---boooTAAAYYY...

ya cat. filming this shit would be epic. We should film it. fuck. that's such a bad idea jeans episode.

also, big thanks to Neil and Tobias. Big thanks to Josh, and obviously Miller, and Chelsea and Isa as well as Fred and Sharon for subbing when everything and everyone got all FUCKED. Big thankz to Amnesia crew for reppin' it into the wee hours. And a big fuck you to the cops... it's like they follow me everywhere. They see the Level 4 logo and they're like on that shit or something. anyhoooski.

I liked the blue lights, the darkness, the love, the vibe, all that shit. I don't know why but it was a wicked night for some reason -alignment of the planets or some shit.

Booty next week. This shit's gonna be ILLLL

this is how drunk I got:

got home and my clock was reset. there had been a power failure while I was out. According to my memory, I set the clock, and set my alarm, and went to sleep.

this morning, phone kept ringing and ringing. I looked at the clock upon hearing the phone. It said "10:00" so I was like fuck it, I ain't getting up for a couple more hours. Phone keeps ringing. Finally at 10:40 I pick up the phone. It's my boss. I tell him don't worry, I'll have my shit done for 1 or 2 (thinking I'll get up around noon or something and work)... he's like "Do you know what time it is?" and i'm like "ya, it's 10:41"... he's like, "ummm, Steve, It's twenty after two." Ya... I didn't know what to say. Got out of bed. He was right. Majorly hungover. Thank God assignment cancelled now only needs to be done by Monday.

fuck. still kinda drunk. 12 hours later. vague memory of eating pizza on st-laurent street at 4 in the morning with Corey K and 2Face.

Our prayers are with you: nter, gengeeegeen, toltech, clover, belson, broken crew, suzzzzie, y'all missed a good night, I wish you all the best.

And I'll SEE YOU IN HELL.

everyone's like "iza" and shiiit, but i'm like "isa", like, i feel so fuccckkking cool and unique and shiiiiiit.

hi isa!
hi chelsea!
blop! blop! big up to the CCC. and ya you were fine isa. for MOST of the night. then you was OUT.

doesn't look like anyone was going here anyways, but figured I'd let everyone know. The Hacker's show tonight at Unity II is NIXXXEEEEDDD. thanks to George W.

ya i had a wicked fucking time. my theory about amnesia is that somehow everyone who walks in that place gets seriously fucked up in the brain. people had trouble walking. natacha was in altered mental state of non-functionality -as was isa. naw killed it, fucking sick shiiiitt. kilobyte also played a wicked set. I missed Tobias' entire set 'cause I was tending to semi-unconcious individuals. A reaaaly fun night. I got completely hammered. Thanks to all that came, big up to the coat check crew.

thierry
a) so called "live to air" broadcasts from venues are not allowed on the station, for some gay reason or another
b) i don't have a laptop, nor am I planning on getting one, nor does any member of level 4
c) whatever
d) what the fuck
e) i'm in a shitty mood
f) !one love!
g) BLEEP!. tonight. word.

happy birfday yasmeeeen my bird yay!!

it's my birthday on midnight. monday. true april fool. along with sami. but since you didn't invite me... fuck you all. i'll see you in hell.

ya carlos, i typed the entire thing out from memory, isn't that incredible? especially in this world where there's 4862142 sites devoted to replicating the entire script of Clockwork Orange... the fact that i took the time and effort to type it out myself is exemplary I think... The good news is that since I type 195 words per minute it only took me 24 seconds to type it. And it took me about 1/8th of a second to type this entire thread; the same amount of time it takes me to beatmatch while mixing on four decks.

also. be there tonight. drunken tek funk mothafuckin underaground represent.


SET TIMES (approx)
10:30 - 12:15 the Ill Sarcastic
12:15- 1:00 Live PA by the Ill naw (clonk up in this biotch)
1:00- 2:00 DJ set by the one and only master of madness Tobias the flyest
2:00 - 3:00 the dondata of tek, the one and only Kirobytah the infamous Kilobyte, aka joshie-poo, takes over the ill decks for some maaadness. expect K to flip the tek-house script.

Hey man we're all virgins at one point or another. I'm celibate. In my pursuit of eternal monkdom I have forsaken the sinful pleasures of the flesh.

and on the real, I hear ya too kafwin, people think sex is all like bomb and the be all and end all of everything. personally i think it's much nicer to have my dick sucked.

awww shiiit. okay. i gotta quit this. fucking shit like dis gets me in trouble so I now try to stay away from it. no details up in this shit.

boo too bad I missed it. Next time I will put my radio show on auto-pilot and come. Or next time Vinny will make it on a different night. Or next time there will be a week of five tuesdays.

ya you're all fucking gay and i should go to sleep. this topic is kind of interesting in a grade-six things-you-never-talk-about saved by the bell beverly hills 90210 type of way. i think if you broke shit down you'd see that
a) girls are not into the eyes open thing. what's up with that?
b) people who don't feel comfortable looking into the eyes of the individual they are sucking face with probably shouldn't be sucking said individual's face... well maybe they should be, no harm done after all, but it probably indicates a lack of trust... fear, definitely.
c) when you don't notice or give a fuck, that's the ill shit.
d) vinny's done too much acid
e) when you're like mad into the deep shit and all on a higher level and crap, it's all about the eyes. ya, it's serious shit, and scary to all y'all and everyone and shit, but the mothafuckin eyes is the windows of the soul or some shit, we all know that, so when the eyes get involved shit gets DEEEEEP. comfortable eye contact, especially when you're kissing (fuck that word is GAY) is obviously a sign of mutual trust. It's like, but not at all like, the old expression that says the best friends, something or other, something moment, comfortable silence, or something. You know you got a good friend when you can sit there for minutes, totally silent, yet mad comfortable and shiiiiit. seen?

!one love.

and what does that shit MEAN? next to the fucking thread? like the arrow, or the fucking thumb. how does that GET there?

what does that MEAN?





"never question Bruce Dickinson"

and thanks vinny, i would be up for getting my drink on and hearing some tek pretty much any night... obviously... it kinda sucks to have the crew split up but at the same time it's good 'cause calros' ear is dripping infected pus and i don't need radioactive mexican ooze all over my fucking futon and shiiiiiiit. plus you took nter off my hands (is he still sick? did he make it out? i hope... someone post a fucking review of lanjeu or some SHIT)... and you know when nter's up in this shit he like swears on air on the show, and insults random listeners thru msn and all sorts of hilarious/retarded/gonna-get-us-banned from club246/who-gives-a-maaaad fuck type shit. and shiiiiit.

also, listened to your mix today vinnnnster. sick all kinds bro. April 8th. Don't Sleep. The 4th LEvEl. Word.

3. Wake Up and Smile! - December 9, 1995



Will Ferrell and Nancy Walls play hosts of a morning show called "Wake up and Smile!" It is your typical Regis and Kathie Lee type of show, with inane banter and a cheesy weatherman (played by host David Alan Grier). They are celebrating their 20th anniversary on the air, but then the unspeakable happens. The teleprompter breaks.

Will is reading off the teleprompter, which starts repeating the same line over and over. So Will reads the same phrase over and over, his inflection slightly changing each time (this is a nice touch):

Will: "Now, I understand you've got some COOKING tips for us, Diane. I understand you've got some cooking tips for us, DIANE. I UNDERSTAND you've got some cooking tips for us, Diane..."

At which point, both hosts realize that they don't know what to say. They get this absolute look of blank horror, trapped in front of a camera with no one to help them. Nancy Walls tries to stall by going to the weatherman for a report, but he doesn't know what to do either. The hosts decide to try to ad-lib to fill the silence:

Will: "Uh... you know, Diane... I had a notion the other day..."
Nancy: "Uh... well... uh...notions make... uh... this country happen."
Will: "I... I was thinking someone should get a group together... uh... with guns to sweep out those ghettos..."

Will gets this horrified look on his face like "What did I just say?" and the show cuts immediately to a commercial. When the show comes back, the two hosts are doing no better at trying to ad-lib:

Nancy: "I... drive a red car..."
Will: "Make sure those poor people stay away from it... they've got sores...."

At this point, the entire cast starts to devolve. The weatherman starts talking about fear and the two hosts are talking about how cold and alone they are. And suddenly the sketch takes an odd turn:

Nancy: "What are we going to do? There's no WORDS!"
Will: "We MUST USE THE FURNITURE TO BUILD A BARRICADE!"
Weatherman: "If we wait, surely they will send help, and make the words so that we can be safe!"
Will: "We can't wait! If we wait, WE DIE! I'm the dominant one, so I'll be the leader!"
Nancy: "I'm so hungry... "
Will: "We WILL LIVE! We WILL LIVE!"

At this point, Will unleashes a blood curdling primal scream as the cast cowers behind the barricaded furniture. The show cuts quickly to commercial as chaos has broken loose on the stage. When the show returns, the Wake Up and Smile cast has formed a Lord of the Flies-type society behind the walled furniture. Will is now shirtless with a black hand painted on his chest. The cast is burning torches for warmth. And thus follows one of the funniest moments in SNL history:

Will: "THE ORDER OF THE HAND WILL RULE! The animals of the zoo guy, Danny Usher, will sustain us."
Weatherman: "But WHAT if the BOX STILL refuses to give us any words?"
Will: [turning to face Weatherman] "You CHALLENGE my authority?!"
Weatherman: [sniffing Will] "I smell from your scent that you are weak! I challenge you!"

The two fall to the floor, fighting and clawing each other behind the couch and torches. We hear a couple screams and chewing noises and then, suddenly, Will raises up from the ground. His face is covered in blood, In his hand is the SEVERED HEAD of Tim the weatherman.

Will: "THE WEATHERMAN IS DEAD! I KILLED THE WEATHERMAN! HIS STRENGTH IS IN ME!!!"

Will starts to chew on the severed tendons of the weatherman's neck. The audience is going nuts.

At this point, the prompter suddenly becomes fixed. Nancy Walls tries to pick up the show where they left off. Will suddenly realizes what he has done and lets out a horrified wail.
The show finally cuts back to a commercial with the two hosts sobbing and horrified by their reaction to a broken prompter.



ANYONE REMEMBER THAT SHIT??? I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE. FUCK. ILL SKIT. ANOTHER ONE I CAN'T FIND:
Jim Carrey.. "I'll See You In Hell"... my bible for personal conduct. damn!

anyways. I'm fucking insanely dorked out. Must sleep. one love. lick my wet poo poo.

if anyone is having trouble logging onto the server hear us live at [ 54.94.134.15 ] instead. word.

boo! i wanna go to lanjeu also!!!! boooooo!!!!
if only I could be two places at once and shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
4th Level up in this Tuesday night BIIIIITCH.

hi chelsea!!

oh ya, I forgot... if you're into techno, tek, and techno music, and free music, and good mixing, and solid techno, and eating poo, and solid DJs mixing tek live, and free music, and you're stuck at home, or at somebody's place with a cpu, or at school in front of a cpu, or at work, god forbid, or at some gay internet cafe, or anywhere near a computer, and you wanna hear some ill tek and shit, check out the 4th LEVEL mofo.

tune in
turn on
eat poopoo
drop out

!ONE LOVE TIL I DIE MOTHAFUCKAAAAA

actually, Kilobyte, FYI

Main Entry: 1bleep
Pronunciation: 'blEp
Function: noun
Etymology: imitative
Date: 1953
: a short high-pitched sound (as from electronic equipment)


That's what Bleep is. Ultra Violence is not condoned around these parts. Unless it involves beating frumpy granola bitches to death with massive plastic penises.

okay, i dunno. sorry. all clockwork oranged out and shiiiiit.

ONE LOVE UNTIL DEATH

if you're into techno, tek, and techno music, and free music, and good mixing, and solid techno, and solid DJs mixing tek live, and free music, and you're stuck at home, or at somebody's place with a cpu, or at school in front of a cpu, or at work, god forbid, or at some gay internet cafe, or anywhere near a computer, and you wanna hear some ill tek and shit, check out the 4th LEVEL mofo.

tonight. and every tuesday. from 10 PM to MIDNIGHT, at [ www.club246.com. ] tonight we have Level 4 Productions decknologists Kilobyte, Freebass and Sarcastic in the bizzhouse. Jonny Thrice'll be here too and maybe if we're lucky he'll drop some of his famous italiano MC steez on us, if you know what i mean bro, all kinds.

so tune in,
turn on,
drop out.

And don't forget Bleep: this thursday at Amnesia, 1421 Bishop, with naw (LIVE PA), Tobias (booyam!!! tech-house), and L4P's Sarcastic and Kilobyte. Woooooooooooord.

!ONELOVE OR DIE

ok here's the REAL flyer.

Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills. The people it kills get up and kill.



while were on the topic, Dawn of the Dead (and it's prequel, Night of the... and sequel, Day of the... ) are absolute gems. George A. Romero affirms his standing as an absolute genius, carving what will become the basis for thousands of subsequent gore/horror/zombie flics, though none will ever match his combination of ludicrous plot development with quasi-realistic, almost believable social commentary. Download it today.

ya well, be careful in the presence of miller, j. he is now one of the walking dead. his only desire is to eat your warm, pulsating brain.

Zombie fest. Mad wandering zombies. Zombie kingpin quad in lithium shirt prepares to feast on some dark-skinned human. yummy.

Zombie-Seb prepares to take a chunk out of some tasty human man-neck.

zombietek...

here's miller right before his brains get eaten by a crazed 40 year old female zombie.

[ www.rave.ca ]

adrien brodee or whoever the fuck he is should be beat like a baby seal with a blunt cudgel!! cause he's a fucking looooser!!!! yay!!! what a fucking tard!!!

michael moore. all the way. reppin' it.

actually bush is a cold-blooded alien who must drink human blood to disguise his reptile form. but i digress.