i felt this was appropriate.
somehow.

!one love

Y'all haters thought this thread died
I bring it back like a fucking rewind
My lyrics is guaranteed to open up your minds
'Cause I got verbs and nouns, all kinds
My sphere of influence ranges worldwide
Even indonesian bitches want a ride
Stay up forever like I fucking handglide
I kill people by poking safety pins in their eye
But you know i'm nice on the inside
An ill schizophrenic like Jekyll and Hyde
All messed up like I was fucking tie-dyed
I'm so crazy I was running by the poolside
I switch directions like the tide
I done the shit you ain't even tried
Like last night I bought a gallon of rye
I don't stop drinkin til the bottle is dry
I got a death wish and I often wonder why
I'm always looking on the darkside
I'm on that trip you heard a million times
"If you only knew what I'm thinking inside,
These ill contradictions collide,
A mental hell is where I reside"
Well here's the solution that I fucking provide
Break on through to the other fucking side
Follow me bitches cause I be the guide
Don't be fucking chicken like kentucky fried

!one love

and DON'T ANYONE be all like "oh you insulted me on ravewave" when I SEE YOU. just step up to this, right here, right now. One World. Right here. This spot.THIS is where the freestyle is at. Outside of here, it's all good.

IT's ALL BADDDD

What are you PEOPLE DOING sunday nights at 5 AM?? FUCKING SLEEPING OR SOME SHIT??!??! what the fuck...

classic!

Note to police reading this: most bars are used by organized crime to sell drugs also. we know. oh ya, and die, pig scum.

Put this in your anus and rotate on it:

Uranium was discovered in 1789 by the German chemist Martin Heinrich Klaproth as part of the mineral called pitchblende. It was named after the planet Uranus, which had been discovered eight years earlier.

I think Martin Heinrich-Klaproth is playing a hip hop set in a couple of weeks. He's an ill rapper and shit, look out for his collaborations with Kweli and Non-Phixion. Stay tuned for further details.

Babies. By the time we're done here, y'all be wearing gold-plate diapers.


What Does That MEAN?????

ya, they should be wife-beaters instead.
but seriously, since when do they drink wine in Ireland? what the fuck.

Actually I think he was the guy that came up to you on Saturday and introduced himself as Steve, but I'm not really sure anymore. I just don't know.

I love the way Iceland is just "iceland".

hostone. the hostonah.

Blooyong. We are Back In Our Minds Again.... This will be fuuuunnnnn. I hope y'all is ready for some hardcore communist desensitization schemas. and shit.

ya and the UN released a new map of europe last week. thank god it's about time. so much has changed since I was in high school. anyways here it is.

okay, it's been a while since I reminded the world of this ill communist consipracy shit. so, check this out: [ www.geocities.com ]
seeing is believing.

I'm SORRY. I already had too many people in my car. Like I SAID! I hope chelsea found her wallet. and shiiit.

oh ya, and hostonah, nter didn't do that on purpose dude. someone walked by and knocked the plugs dude, it happened like at least three times during the night... I think virtually every DJ had at least one minor instance of sound system problems during their sets...
On the other hand, I thought the sound was wicked phenomenal very solid. A little too many wires all over the place! But wicked sound.

ya, I'm mad confused about who played when and where and what... First of all though, mindmover, big up, dropped sick sets in both rooms. very nice. I think the guy Cyre was playing after me in the chill room, and whoever it was definitely played ambient DnB, but it doesn't square up with the slot times and shit... it should be Sipherdee according to the posted schedule. Who was sipherdee? is that the same person as cyre? I'm confused. I don't know. Anyways, if anyone could straighten that out a little more, that would be greaaat. thaaaaanks.
wicked party. I didn't want it to end. Why did it have to end? Thanks noah paul natacha ian, everyone and anyone else that helped out to make it happen, and obviously big up to all that represented.
word.

!one love

live your live of love if love your life cause loving your living is lifing love like life and shiiiiiiit.

!one love

You fuckers think anyone gives a fuck about what you said?
I'm so underground right here, I'm fucking dead
Just cause you write a novel, don't mean you'll get read
And anyways I gotta copyright on half the lines you said
The other half is fucking gay shit like Club Med
My mood is dark right now like Judge Dredd
so I'm done with this gay battle dialogue
I speak serious shit like it's a fucking synagogue
I catalogue mad symptoms of illness right now
I feel like shit and I don't wanna go out
Don't even wanna rap these empty words
And frankly, I don't smoke herbs
My rhymes are rotten and infested with worms
Bleeding stinking and diseased terms
Scarring me like third degree burns
If only I could fucking learn
As I delete my own lines, bit by bit
I'm no longer feeling the shit I spit
Y'all can take it on to another day
'Cause right now I don't got shit to say
This is an instrumental. I'm a dj.

haffy burpday noah

ya I know this guy, I think his name is Karl, Karl Marx... he plays ill like ninjatune styles trip hop and hardcore east-coast hip hop, 94 styles... that would be ILL!

blong!!!
tonight 10pm to midnight
[ www.club246.com ]
turn on
tune in
drop out
Kilboyte, Freebass and Sarcastic

yay! neoform gets to see some breasts!!!

Fat Lip
"What's up Fat Lip?"

BLOP! Level 4 up in this SHITS
Get your ears ready for "Kill the Bitch"
Kilboyte, Nter and Sarcastic reppin it
BLONG!

Yo when I'm on the type I blow up the zone
Cause on the mic I'm on a level all alone
Try to trace my IP but my cover ain't blown
Cause I always change the chip on my sketch celly phone
Yo I own this shit while you takin' it on loan
You bitches soft like foam
I be hard to the bone
Slammin' hard tek when I get up like Thomas Krome
Look up to me kiddies cause I be full grown
Original vocalinguist y'all just be cloned
my shit is fucking classic like Fred Flinstone
You grabbed the mic and all the listeners groan
Cause you can't even borrow the ill shit I own
While I wanna get baked then I roll a ill cone
Kick back in my chevy and get fucking stoned
Cause I'm committing crimes like Al Capone
You a face in the crowd and I'm well known
To rip up shit on this fucking microphone
So step up to me I bust a boot in your tailbone
Cause a good ass thrashing I will never postpone
Like the verbal tongue lashing I deliver from my throne
These words fuck you up like sticks and stones
But aint writing no children's poems
I start a revolution like in Sierra Leone
I got fucked up hair that I never comb
Bitches say my BO smells like expensive cologne
Spit lyrics like I was raised in a mental home
I put you down and kick your ribs while you lie there prone
Cause I be smooth like butter on a fucking scone
So watch me hang you up like a dial tone
My back is always watched by my boy Simon
He's a one man army like Sylvester Stallone
We the illest combo since Stockton and Malone
I got sweet and sour styles like i'm honey dijon
So don't even step up if you can't hold your own
Don't even come out bitch just stay at home
Cause I blow up this shit like I fucking trombone

!one love
please. just step up. just try. SOMEBODY. have some guts in thisss mooofffuccka. I crush your nuts on this mofucka. word is bond!

!one love

1030-12 Toltech
12-130 Sarcastic vs the ill Freebass
130-3 Kilobyte vs Simon G the mathematician
!onelove

YOYOYO as much as I respect you tryin to keep the rhyme alive
stop editing you're posts after you drop your lines
that shit is mad weak and it shows that you lacking
the skills on the mic that keep karl marx macking
all fly spots across this globe
i put the ill sounds up in your earlobe
so as word is bond and i drop my lyric
i never go back and edit it
wooooooorddddd.
y'all betta come back with some uncut jive
if this bomb-ass thread is ever gonna survive
zeev, alex, nter and all you chumps
i take you all out with my eevil kneeevil stunts
while you all playin' twister with your moms
i be on the mic droppin' these atomic bombs.
all up in your CNS like I was serin gas
y'all hater-haters die while my shit'll ill last
peace in the middle east yo.
!One Love

booyam i'm up in this bitch like the clan
i'm six foot six like a fuckin titan
right now i'm chillin with d and robin
my rhymes ain't tight but i'm still illin
zeev is the only one with the guts to go
against the ill russian commie with the illest flow
some peeps wanna rag on my ill type shit
they say i cant make a rhyme without sayin ill in it
well i say to you fuck off this my shit
i say shit and ill a lil' bit
wwwooooootttttt.
issss like bump this thread right up to the top
if nter was here then his ass would get popped
nigggggaz niggaz try and bite my shit but they always get topped
by my one track pony rhymes up in the spot
bbbbooooyyyammmmm
bong! bongos are shitty take that outta the room
the basskick is the only thing that should be going boom
unless you can beat it like a metronome when you bangin' that shit
I can't beat match to it
so quit it.
zeev
aaaaiiight. love in this spot you already know my opinions
when i cut beats bitches cry
that's why
they call me dj onionz
booooop. whwhwhwhwhwaaaat?!?!?!

Let's Get Together and Feel Alright!

YOYOYO Y'all playing around with fucking words
Shoulda dropped it in rhyme but didn't have the nerve
To even start it up with this ill communist here
I take a mic and a turntable and shove it in your ear
Y'all is fuckin' homo
Go and get fucked in the a-hole
With a strap on dildo
Or something, cause I don't play that hating shit
Hater-hater-hater-haters but I ain't taking shit
Seriously. I'm at home creating shit. Making shit.
When I get up in the morning I be Waking shit.
And if I use the oven then I'm baking shit
I already said I ate some pasta and then was taking a shit
I don't like to hear this heartbreaking shit
Between people I see every day and shit
Witnessing the hate unfolding's irritating and shit
Represent PLUR stop faking it.
You might think that shit's gay but there's no mistaking it
The foundation of this shit we partaking in
If ravewave stays like 'dis I'll be forsaking it
I got more flow than a river and a lake and shit
while you be at home listening to Whitesnake and shit
When it comes to cash y'all know I been raking it
No but on the real, of all y'all hater-hater-haters ain't none know the deal
The only one I feel is the Soyfunk spiel
But sucka gotta get some rhyme appeal
Gettin' on this thread but you can't conceal
You scared to drop a rhyme with me and o'neill
gettin' raw in the place like a rack of veal
I keep my weed fresh like an orange peel
And keepin' heads spinnin' like a fucking wheel
So I ride my automobile, fuck the mass appeal
Went to get a McDeal, at the shit hole on Peel
McPoisson fuckin eel, McPigs fucking squeal
I been razor sharp like f-ing Remington Steele
So come step to this lyrical shit I spit
Don't drop nothing if you ain't gonna rhyme it.
I skip over that shit like it was the news
I'm tired of reading 'bout the arabs and the jews
Cause all you hater-hater-haters just give me the blues
Suckas get bruised. I get fucking boozed
Get in my chevy and go for a cruise.
Don't give a fuck about your views.
Gotta write some reviews
My rhymes flow like in canoes
I detonate like a fuse
And leave you all confused
Cause suckas I fucking win
And y'all mad lose.
So Step UP TO THIS. REPRESENT THE RHYME STRATEGY.
The communist Ideology.
Stop your ill fighting that shit is petty.
Get yo brain cells on and open your mind
Right here right now 'cause it's about time.

I'd like to give a big shout out to the Beastie Boys, thanks for putting me on and shit! to all my producers, my people on the east coast, the west coast, my japanese niggaz, all y'all people biting my rhymes! Big UP! you keep me alive! the whole level 4 family, tortek, mindrabz, kirobyte, rarra, fleebass, that salcastic mothafucka, simon batreve, ntel, fuck y'all niggaz you know i'm the rhyme don, word is bond, i was here now i'm gone.

!One Love

what the FUCK>! I never saw you Cat! I don't think so at least... memory recall powers severely compromised...

wold.

why the fuck does it keep putting my post back up?
I didn't do that, ravewave's all fucked up
I'm gonna go out but first I gotta shower up
Drink some coffee and smoke a butt.

I rep that shit on the primetime
If I wanna slag shit on someone
I drop an ill rhyme
If I wanna get high
Then I smoke an ill dime
It's two oclock in the afternoon
I'm a go commit some crime
I just sent in my column
About ascend default and consigned
And here on ravewave
People are hatin' all the time
Like George Clinton so skillfully says
We are Back In Our Minds
We are Back In Our Minds AGAIN
WE ARE BACK IN OUR MINDS AGAIN!

I rep that shit on the primetime
If I wanna slag shit on someone
I drop an ill rhyme
If I wanna get high
Then I smoke an ill dime
It's two oclock in the afternoon
I'm a go commit some crime
I just sent in my column
About ascend default and consigned
And here on ravewave
People are hatin' all the time
Like George Clinton so skillfully says
We are Back In Our Minds
We are Back In Our Minds AGAIN
WE ARE BACK IN OUR MINDS AGAIN!

I rep that shit on the primetime
If I wanna slag shit on someone
I drop an ill rhyme
If I wanna get high
Then I smoke an ill dime
It's two oclock in the afternoon
I'm a go commit some crime
I just sent in my column
About ascend default and consigned
And here on ravewave
People are hatin' all the time
Like George Clinton so skillfully says
We are Back In Our Minds
We are Back In Our Minds AGAIN
WE ARE BACK IN OUR MINDS AGAIN!

Fried Ass Productions presents a tek showdown
featuring Level 4 soldiers of the underground:
Sarcastic vs Freebass
Kilobyte vs Simon G.
Toltech

Wold.
3 dollars at the door
Amnesia
1421 Bishop St. just above Ste Catherine

Wold.

!One Love

spooky gotta go work on his rhymes and shit. HE'S GOIN' DOOOOOWWWWWNNNN. Step UP!!!!

Yo pooky go play with your toys
I got ill and made some mothafucking noize
Suckas get scared cause they know I got poise
While you jerk off to pictures of choirboys
your shit is washed up like the fuckin Beach Boys
While I record rhymes with Mike D of the Beastie Boys
I got a army of killers I can deploy
With a snap of my thumb
Now the war is begun
You like dicks in your bum
I take you one-on-one
I stand my ground while you run
I'm spiritual like a nun
While you half baked like a bun
Today I took a shit
And unloaded a ton
So now you get undone
Cause when it comes to rappin
I'm just a hired gun
And I own one
That shit ain't on stun
You get a cap in yo' ass
I don't miss when I pop one
I shine like the sun
Take it literal dun
Cause this ain't no pun
I never even met you
But still I will poke fun
Cause I wont be outdone
So like the messiah I come
I add it up like a sum
And calculate that I've won
So I'm out cause I'm done

ONE FUCKING LOVE. that's MY shit. don't bite my LOVE LETTERS y'all biter-biter-biter-biters.