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Fetchitnow
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Charles Dickens

A dope gangsta is when you can slang dime sacks
Everyday of the week
While his honey-dip struts her stuff
Making sure she's at her absolute peak
If I ever get caught
I'll spend some more time at the central booking house
Hopefully, my homey will stick to his alibi
That's if he's able to, use all of his nous

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

My britch loves to slip my Charles Dickens
Into her wet and shaved vertical smile
It's always a different position every night
And she always creates, a smile on my dial
She don't ever scream, when I slide it into her chocolate starfish
She’ll take one for the team, ya know what I mean?
You just wish ya momma was just like mine
Who never minds ya licking her dish, ever so clean

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy

Back home where every man is a potential enemy
Every woman a potential hoe
There is not one hip-hop star today
Who has original street cred, you know
They're not street, they're just five star suite
Sleeping with girls who think they’ve got hot figures
At least I've walked the walk and everybody knows
I ride for my pot smoking, motley crew of niggas

You've got a head you can't think with
An eye you can't see with
Balls you can't play with
Your neighbours an arse hole
And your best friend is a total pussy
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American Idle

You can have it all, if you don't need nothing
Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving
It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth
Not like those turntable dudes, down in the deep south
I thought DJs had had their freestyle spinning last days
Like Catholic church priests and their unholy fucking ways
 
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with a Ben Lexcen’s hidden keel
While in posh LA, rich food just going to the wayside
While a starving homie, just maybe, ate his last meal
 
They say, "I'm the new messiah". Thanks, I don't even try
Thanks to so few, excluding the ones, who waved me on by
I'm sort of creating, a brand new hype and buzz
Full of pure clarity, with a dash of man-made fuzz
When the beat stops, from its fast-talking pace
We all like to flop and drop that fucking bass
 
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with a Ben Lexcen’s hidden keel
While in posh LA, rich food just going to the wayside
While a starving homie, just maybe, ate his last meal
 
A shout out, to all my southern conquistadors and homeward bound homie's
Ignore all the Los Angeles doomsayers and Hollywood snapchat phoney's
Elevator doors always be jammin' and then coming to a closure
We all like a moment, of shy mouth miming, with very little exposure
From a worldwide hit or an Aussie Whispering Jack golden classic
Never forget the sound of that crackling, black frisbee, made from nothin', but plastic
 
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s hidden keel
While in posh LA, rich food just going to the wayside
While a starving homie, just maybe, ate his last meal.
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Hick-Hop Thang

Barnyard pimp, just raised a city born, sort of a chick    
Even gave her the surburban name of Sandra Dee Fonda  
A pretty slow blonde critter, some even say, short of a tick      
Bred way-down and far-away, ‘bout 70 miles yonder              
Y’all be knowing dat Hick-Hop thang, is what it‘s all about              
While hootin’ and scootin’, never let ya kissin’ cousin, flake out  
Hee Haw, says it all, when we were a pickin’ and a grinnin’  
Asking Goober, What are ya doin’ and what’s dat ya diggin’?    
   
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon              
Cowards never really stay around here long enough               
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli        
           
I’ve been invited to the Marty Party, along with Brother Brown  
But, I thought killing a man, was my one and only, speciality  
Even drafted a business proposition, for this exact locality  
Since I’ve had the market cornered, in da middle of downtown  
From Cornfield, Alabama to Deadwood, South Dakota              
There’s no import or export taxes, so no maxi amount of quota  
So, me, you and even that Clay Ellison, will be riding a winner  
Even after killin’ that Chunk Kolbert, straight after his dinner    
   
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon  
Cowards never really stay around here long enough  
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli          
             
They’ll be gettin’ da same amount of ice, as Knoxville              
But the rich will be a gettin’ it, in da summertime              
While the poor will be a gettin’ it, in da wintertime              
If I owned Texas & Hell, I’d rent out Texas & live in Hell              
So, don’t ever think about, hittin’ ya mother with a shovel              
It’ll leave a dull impression on her already fragile mind              
I’m not afraid to die, as a brave man fighting shall              
But I wouldn’t wanna be killed, like a dog unarmed, so please be kind              
             
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon  
Cowards never really stay around here long enough  
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli              
             
I see a good many enemies around me, who will walk              
But notice mighty few friends, that are willing to talk              
They would then, drink right smart              
They could then, scrap right smart              
But, I didn’t come here to talk, I just came here to hang              
Just a peekin’ through, the hour glass thang    
   
Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon  
Cowards never really stay around here long enough  
To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear              
I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’              
My life was always threatened daily              
That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli.
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This is Killadelphia

Do you want all those dudes hangin' in front of ya momma's crib?
Keep yo' churrin' off the streets and away from where the big boys fib
I'm the king of hardcore and deserve a whole lot of respect
My girls got a badonkadonk butt, it's so ballerific, it's what I expect
I told her to stay the hell away from my precious new hooptie
She tried to give me the third, but I just waved the no finger and popped her booty.
 
Pimpin' aren't easy man, it's just that I've got that pimp juice, all the girls be wanting
Art lovin' Landis, was the best damn scratcher & foolin' all the museum high pillows
The women from the hood, come work for me, b'coz they're all the ghettos widows
The jury couldn't charge him, but the so called art experts keep up their taunting
Some have so much ice on their hands, I could do a figure eight on my skates
If he would only paint his own, he would truly be one of this centuries greats.
 
They told me if I don't pay, they're gonna pop a cap in my ass
Man, I am ass out this month. I ain't got no kinda funds, I be on the nut, like glass
These streets are crazy out here, it's just the way, it's the nature of the street
While the popos and bulls are dancin' like great white sharks
Barbering to us and cuttin' us no slack, be real with me son, damn narcs
But we don't like to look like a punk in front of our boys, that'll be defeat.
 
Their killing cats for real, all over the hood, where they don't belong
Damn your pimp juice, your game is too strong
He's the drug lord out here, the big boss dog
The rest of his crew are little more than corner boys
We are the ultimate big tymers, me and my son, cruisin' in da fog
My boo be real and we be ballin-outta control with our toys.
 
The cars windows were so dark, I could've got shot by a gun
All the backstreet junkies now payin' for the big guns on the run
We just heard Boom Boom Boom, we know not to bother
Is he a relative? Yeah man, it's her dead brother
We don't see anything, it's the hoods mentality
Everybody's a curb side lawyer, but when we go to court, we lose that ability.
 
Man, that chickenhead was booey, I want my 50 bucks back
Chickenheads will always be on the prowl for some easy berry stack
A thug is a way of life, made bad choices, now tryin' to survive
This is Philadelphia, where we won't & don't shake hands to the jive
Last year we were also known as Killadelphia
So go home, breeze and call it a night, without no fear.
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When I Wish Upon A Porn Star

Channelling Nostradamus from the sixteenth century  
Did you see what you just wrote  
Or did you just dream what we see?  
When your prophecies come true  
I'll say, You only had one view  
So good luck to you and your future note  
One shan't believe from an invisible visionary  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
The Nigga’s bitch always seems to wear lingerie  
That always looks, just a little vulgar  
But never ever, do they slavishly try  
To imitate their true identity or culture  
Not like those Kardashian dogs, that dress up  
Always trying to stylise society, for a very large fee  
Speaking of canines, where's that poodle named Paris  
She had some real talent, didn't she?  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
I wish upon a porn star of mine  
Whilst screaming up to ones heaven  
Most pussycats lives, end in about nine  
But my time was all over, in about seven  
Maybe I really could, make it all alone  
On this place god calls, my extraordinary rendition?  
Or shall I live this false life, as some sort of robotic clone  
Not truly knowing oneself, therefore, failing my own audition?  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
Well, just get back on that bronco horse, named Toff  
Dust off that hat, once worn by certain gent  
For they will forever try and attempt to buck you off  
You the rider, of this very serious event  
So, forget about the fame and good times  
and the overhyped lives of most Hollywood stars  
Live within your means and save your silver dimes  
In your half empty or half full, glass money jars  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
It makes me appreciate who we are  
Everything that she'll be requiring  
I'll think about you and make it inspiring  
 
When I wish upon a porn star  
My dreams start to become truth by far.
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Fire of Insight
Australia
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The King of Poetry

(To the tune of The Addams Family theme)
 
 
Rex Durkin is his name,
He’s got a genius brain,
The opposite of lame,
The King of Poetry.
 
His poems are the best,  
Way cooler than the rest,
The girls they are obsessed,
with The King of Poetry.
 
Da-na-na-na  
Quick [snap twice]
 
Da-na-na-na  
Sick [snap twice]
 
Da-na-na-na  
Da-na-na-na  
Da-na-na-na  
Big dick [snap twice]
 
So go read all his writing,
It’ll strike you just like lightning,
There’s no one more exciting,
than The King of Poetry!
 
[snap twice]  
 
 
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Adzy
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United Kingdom
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Domestic

Another night, another fight
I'm in my room, I'm full of fright
So much stress, so much pain
I wish it all would go away

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!

Another night, another fight
Kick and scratch, claw and bite
Why did you cheat, why did you lie?
You make me sick, you make me cry

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!

Another night, another fight
He throws a left, he throws a right
A broken nose, a bruise and scar
Is this the night that it goes too far?

This shit's been going on for far too long
It's time for you to pay for what you've done!

Another night, another fight
This is it, it ends tonight
You've gotten on my very last nerve
You're gunna get, what you deserve

Do you even care what you've done?
You hurt your wife, your daughter and son!
We're not taking your shit no more
Tonight you're gunna wind up on the floor!
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Madam Mcbess  (sea shanty)

She stood upon the quarer deck
Her tresses to her shoulder, black
Her eyes like cannonballs so dark
Capitain McBess said and "now to work"
And sail the morn on fortunes arm
 The privateer had worked her charm

Chorus
Her crew they were a scurvy bunch
Her whip hand holds the fear of death
For the gold doubloon and the ingots weight
They will follow her to the ends of earth
For the bounty is the Pirates mate
For the bounty is the Pirates mate
 
Verse2
We rape and pillage curse and swear
But always address Mcbess and SIR
Our P's and Q's a drunken slur
But her steely gaze we'll not return
She'd keel haul each defiant cur

repeat chorus

Verse 3
She had the ear of wind and storm
A lions heart as black as coal
A skull and cross bones tattooed upon her soul
Affeered by sailors one and all
As that tigress in a tricorn hat patrolled

repeat chorus

Verse 4
The legends say she died at sea
Defending her virginity
But some say she married well
A lady to a duke or lord so swell
The tides of life and fair winds, carried Mcbess
Best prize to wear a duchesses dress
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David Macleod
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Save Me II

David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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Save Me II
 Sung Beautifully by Missy :-))      
 
SAVE ME    
 
I've got the fear    
It's even dark in the day time    
And the voices that I hear    
Tell me it's useless just to fight on    
With every shed of tears    
The strangle hold it tightens    
And I've got the need    
I'm alone in a crowded place    
No thought how deep    
Brings me to a state of grace    
I need to feel    
The desire to touch written on my face    
Chorus:    
Save me, oh save me    
Catch me when I'm falling    
Catch me when I'm falling    
Save me, oh save me    
Can't you hear me calling    
Can't you hear me calling    
You--r name    
 
I've got the pain    
It's of my own creation    
And I looked in vain    
For my own salvation    
And this is the rain    
I sweat in desperation    
And I've got the rage    
My anger knows no bounds    
On every page    
My hatred can be found    
I should be caged    
Or let loose with the hounds    
 
Chorus:    
Save me, oh save me    
Catch me when I'm falling    
Catch me when I'm falling    
Save me, oh save me    
Can't you hear me calling    
Can't you hear me calling    
You--r name    
Woah, woah, woah    
Calling you--r name

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David_Macleod
David Macleod
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Please Don't Say Goodbye

David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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Please Don't Say Goodbye
A Collab between Missy and David_Macleod  

It's been so long since I saw you
I used to see you every day
I see things are changing  
I really can't live this way  
It's better when you're with me  
you make me feel so good  
there's so much you give to me  
I'd explain it if I could  
 
You have your own life  
I have mine to tell  
couldn't stop from falling  
if only you'd fall as well  
things are not that easy  
my knees hit the ground  
 
please don't say goodbye  
that will only make me cry  
didn't believe you would ever leave  
inside I would die  
please don't say goodbye  
'cause every breath is another sigh  
didn't believe you would ever leave  
but it was just another lie....  
so please don't say goodbye  
so please don't say goodbye  
 
Ohhh... I see you smile  
then the clouds all disappear  
I'm happy for a while  
then shed another silent tear  
it's wrong I need you so much  
I tried faking how I feel  
I so need to feel your touch  
my love is all too real  
 
I feel I'm losing touch  
my bodies' left the ground  
prayers are never answered    
I pray that you'll stick around  
things are not that easy  
there's an ache inside of me  
 
please don't say goodbye  
that will only make me cry  
didn't believe you would ever leave  
inside I would die  
please don't say goodbye  
'cause every breath is another sigh  
didn't believe you would ever leave  
but it was just another lie....  
so please don't say goodbye  
so please don't say goodbye  
 
I know that you will go  
there's nothing I can do  
my heart feels dark and low  
I can't stop loving you  
there's nothing left to say  
I'll try to struggle on  
you'll take my life away  
the moment that you're gone  
 
please don't say goodbye  
that will only make me cry  
didn't believe you would ever leave  
inside I would die  
please don't say goodbye  
'cause every breath is another sigh  
didn't believe you would ever leave  
but it was just another lie....  
so please don't say goodbye  

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I ain’t telling you again (A collab between Missy and David)

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I ain’t telling you again

(A collab between Missy and David)

It’s not alright, it’s not OK
as a dog doggin me you’ve had your day
how many unsubtle ways can I say
I really want you to just go away

when it’s over you don’t have to agree
open up your ears and listen to me
I can’t be what you want me to be
Hell, baby this is purgatory...

I told you once, I told you twice
try listening to my advice
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
I shouldn’t have to tell you again
what’s done is done
and it really makes no difference
try speaking through some god damn distance
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
screaming from behind my wall
I ain’t telling you again.

How many times do you need to be told
that the pair of us are stone, stone cold
you made me so fucking old
I’ll be your firing squad, here’s your blindfold

one shot and the deal is done
against the barrel of a smoking gun
beneath the fire of the red hot sun
I guess this is what they call having fun

I told you once, I told you twice
try listening to my advice
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
I shouldn’t have to tell you again
what’s done is done
and it really makes no difference
try speaking through some god damn distance
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
screaming from behind my wall
“I ain’t telling you again!”

[whistle]

I told you once, I told you twice
try listening to my advice
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
I shouldn’t have to tell you again
what’s done is done
and it really makes no difference
try speaking through some god damn distance
get yourself gone, I ain’t counting to ten
screaming from behind my wall
“I ain’t telling you again!”

Ely
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
Mexico
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The Right Side of the Grass

Well, I done lost my grip...    
and my skin don't fit...    
My perky parts ain't perky any more.      
      
Cain't find my keys      
and now my knees      
are evenin' the score...for      
     
all the stupid things I done      
when I was just a lass.      
So don't sit an' mope      
'cause there's always hope      
on the right side of the grass.      
     
Every cliff I climbed      
All the falls  I took      
as I bounced down the hill on my ass..      
     
But, hey... it's OK      
'cause I'm still hangin' here      
on the right side of the grass      
     
That's the thing about getting old...      
yer hands get weak and yer feet get cold      
The skin don't fit like it used to do...      
But there's some really good stuff too      
     
We can forget names with impunity      
no one thinks we're being rude...      
We're too close to Eternity to blame for being crude.      
     
Eccentricity's expected, it's normal to be strange...      
A little weirdnes never hurts      
just don't act deranged...
     
Oh I got my Senior Discount  Card    
and travelin's a gas    
just as long as we stay on the    
right side of the grass. *Jº
Written by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
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Where The Blues Are Fully Infused

Jammin’ along to riffs by, Sister Tharpe and Robert Johnson,          
You could only tell the difference, if a spotlight shone upon each one.      
For one was going to heaven, the other, all the way to hell.                  
But, while they picked at their guitars the mobs would still yell.                 
They’d do a solo on a lead guitar, unheard of in those days;                  
Then be totally racistised once stepping out on the pavement.                  
No mention in the papers, because of the editor’s clan, da-far-right KKKs.        
But, outrage and riots ensued, callin’ da end to all dat black enslavement.                 
                 
Just sit back, take it easy and let those blues fill your shoes.                  
Let her just make y’all a little bit confused.                 
Ask her before or after, were you just abused?                 
Either way, if your spirit was amused, she’ll be excused.                 
                 
Been scooting across mid town and even to easy beat street.                  
Tripping lights out and seen both colored folks, along the way.              
Gettin’ some to enter my mobile studio, I call ‘Da Jam in da Van’!        
Because, it’s not for just any ole cotton pickin’ southern bred fan.          
So, come inside, switch it on, then blow me off my feet.          
I’ll sign you on the spot, if you purr like a cool cat or a certain sort of stray.              
                 
Just sit back, take it easy and let those blues fill your shoes.              
Let her just make y’all a little bit confused.                
Ask her before or after, were you just abused?                  
Either way, if your spirit was amused, she’ll be excused.              
                 
The here and now, is where the blues are fully infused.                 
Not from era’s gone past or from some distant future.                  
You can’t find it in a library, you can’t teach her;                 
You won’t see it in a theory, you won’t solve her;                  
You shan’t catch it in a harness, you shan’t trap her.                  
Once gotten, never forgotten, you’ll never ever, lose her.                  
                 
Just sit back, take it easy and let those blues fill your shoes.                  
Let her just make y’all a little bit confused.                  
Ask her before or after, were you just abused?                 
Either way, if your spirit was amused, she’ll be excused.
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End of Days, Breaching The Landing.

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End of Days, Breaching The Landing.....Track#11


Whats up this is it
You’ve reached
The conclusion
Music tracks finished
Perhaps you enjoyed it
Perhaps you just didn’t
But then, how did You
Reach This point?

I'm getting older
My time, to shine .
Diminishing more
Every day. Reaching
The end of my days
Every day’s a weight

That's right
End Of Days
That's Right
Face It
A part of you
doesn’t even look
The same
Your decaying
External Forces of time
Just add to your issues
You all dead
Sooner or later

Musics tracks finished
Perhaps you enjoyed it
Perhaps you just didn’t
Reaching. The end of your days
Perhaps you’ll land
Somewhere for you
Perhaps you wont
Cause your
Far too late to start

I’m done here
My jobs completed
This music, projects
Basically dead too
Starting off dead
At the end of days
Find these songs
under the musical artist
Quantimous

https://music.apple.com/us/album/quantimous-quantmusic/1482503047?app=itunes&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Fetchitnow
Fetchitnow
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Joined 20th Apr 2015
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Nice writes everyone. Enjoyed reading them all. Fetchitnow

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