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that satoshi mix im listening to right now, his toyko one at club liquid is really damn repetetive, i keep leaving the room and coming back and it sounds like i never left. i still like most of it for the most part. hey scratch! direct me to some breaks on real player, please. |
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ok, i think that satoshi is trying to hypmotize me with his lyrics, talking about releasing my mind into a world that liquid and doing things that i wouldnt normally do or say, and that he's gonna show me the way. this would be really cool if i wasnt at work right now. ![]() i give satoshi two thumbs up on creative use of lyrics.
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Man you know I listen to D & B too. In fact I listened to some D & B this morning as I drove my brother to Reagan National. I get a kick out of looking at people looking around trying to figure out where the bass is coming from. BTW, my brother is gone now, I am now officially alone. Whoopee.
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__________________ If niggas could look inside my mind you'll find where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes go to the center, enter with caution pass the braincell graveyard where weed's responsible for memory losses witness the horrific, the stench will make you nauseus see what I seen, everyday I live with this torture lightin' spliffs up to stay high like Twenty-Four hours sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower my tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em the hood converted from trey bags to Twenties of girl everybody had money, every summer was real ill All the Independent Women in the house Show us your tits and shut your mutherfuckin mouth |
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__________________ If niggas could look inside my mind you'll find where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes go to the center, enter with caution pass the braincell graveyard where weed's responsible for memory losses witness the horrific, the stench will make you nauseus see what I seen, everyday I live with this torture lightin' spliffs up to stay high like Twenty-Four hours sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower my tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons long as I'm still breathin' I'm still winnin', I'll teach 'em the hood converted from trey bags to Twenties of girl everybody had money, every summer was real ill All the Independent Women in the house Show us your tits and shut your mutherfuckin mouth |
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