BAM BAM

N.E.R.D-soldier on Yimmy Fallon


santogold & lil wanye on thaaa track

comments from the peanut gallery?

I feel this song is similar to a lot of what is popular in music now-a-days, I'd like to think of it like the little boy in this video, whose name is allegedly "Alex."




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&& what is all this sampled n.e.r.d./santogold "bam...bam" business in "soldier,"
it's always better the first time
click the picccture to DownLoad

it hppens

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many would argue i'm better in small dosages anyhow

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to all you foxes out there in internet land
...
my butt fell asleep

however will i do the butt all not long now?

='(


E.U. - Da Butt - E.U.

i used to be a stick-up and, so i think of all the devious things i did

The 87 Stickup Kids - Born to Role from Dia Creative on Vimeo.


mr. dj rockwell be the odie to my garfield and we can work it out on some mixes and propel my as of now unentertained, unthought of music career (it's just the sweater)




but really to mr. micah jamess
"herro"


slap:
download the 87 stick up kids-born to role

&
no really, micah james, get up outtta my dreams and into the seat next to me on at the bus stop



&&&
is it just me is the beat of "born to role" reminiscent you of one of Arron laCrate's mixes ??? ...perhaps it's just the horns...
no, still just me? in that cases this throw back video slap is just for meee

furrr in my cap

rob roy is actually kinda nice

Rob Roy "Fur In My Cap" Director: Ethan Lader from ethandirector on Vimeo.

this the kind of default dude that be peepin at them panti cuz my back side ain't got tha brothaasss bitin'
fucc a coffee table-rest your coasters on my toaster-donk my shit can't told up the on elastic my drawlsss half the time
hah

Now featuring no butter

Since I was a wee lass growing up off the coast of Ireland, I made it a ritual of mine that when a due date is fast approaching I listen to "no sleep till brooklyn" to signify my metaphorical embarkment on a laborious tour of extensive esssssaying coupled with too much coffee, trips to the bathroom and a lack of sleep.

alas, once again, in honor of me ma and pa were meager potato farmers, i say unto you:
NO SLEEP 'TILL
DA NUHH DA NUHHHHHHH DA NUHHH DA NUHHHH
(x2)
BROOKLYN

ohhh fair sleep! I barely knew thee!
and for the record, the painfully loud ticking the looms over my living room, which radiates from the toaster oven in my kitchen is just ironically tortuous at this point in my post, i fear what i will do what it dings...




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aye, you ever sit on your couch in your old high school leadership hoodie, cookie crumbs caught in the grooves and wrinkles of your exes boxers that your wearing, eyes puffy and swollen from one part allergies, (oy curse my jewish blood!) and another part hours of crying, the salt from your tears rolls over the nipple like pimple that has formed on your upper cheek, and think to yourself, "how the fuck did i get here?"
no? just me?
well in that case this joint is just for me

Everytime I hear the opening rift I scramble to the depths of the pockets of my members only jacket thinking it's my phone ringing

LIFE MUSIC:

Oh...Karen