24 5 / 2012
So…. since it is (?) Bob Dylan’s birthday, Minnesota does this event called Dylan-Fest. In Northfield, Minnesota, there is also one. I’ll be at that one. Starts at 6 pm and goes through midnight.
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24 5 / 2012
When I’m writing a song or poem or whatever, I always have a line that refers to my mood/state of mind/life
Subtle or not…even if a line comes as completely over-the-top, that’s probably my most easy to relate to/currently feel lyric. But… sometimes it’s an obvious, down-to-earth line.
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24 5 / 2012
New lyrics “Kamikaze”.
They say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
If that’s the case, this Granny Smith’s pleadin’ insanity
Just too tart to be treated with a hint a sweet
Hybrid’s the new happiness and I wallow in misery
Acting a bit differently than I have been recently
Show my anger within reason, and put into rhyme form seamlessly
Seems to me somebody’s in a stalemate, you’re making for that jail-bait
Here deciding how my kamikaze act will go, but, well, wait
I’ve been on a break from reality, lately, I’ve been out of touch
Learn to worship the hard way while your skills are out for lunch
Hearin’ what I’m doin’ on these drum and guitar breaks
Pad mutilation, it takes two, Rob Base
Headphone static, Minnesota heart below zero, yo
Verbal Assassin, I don’t think you wanna hear it, though
They never wanna battle ‘cause their hand is too bland
Or maybe they just know that I’m the Devil’s Right Hand Man
Death, Murder and Mayhem, that’s not a threat, that’s a promise
New flame in my heart, pissed off, at least I’m honest
Mostly known for being humble, fist fuck being modest
Firewater consumer, right now, I’m not on it
There’s a reason you’re a flash in a pan and I’m controllin’ your direction
My content is why condoms were invented for your protection
In your face, be threatened, haunt your dreams, feel the presence
Intelligent, who you testin’?, like I’ve told you, words are weapons
And I’m not the first person that said it, I’m just the loudest in the room
Screamin’ “Prepare to meet your maker, now meet your impending doom”
Tired of digesting all of this hate that I consume
Hard to say it’s a Napoleon Complex when I’m 6’1”, 6’2”
I’m just overly aggressive, beat your ovaries then exit
Penetrate your brain tunneling through to your solar plexus
Carefully tread where I creep, in your dreams watching you sleep
Hopefully your last words were you praying you wouldn’t make a peep
Deep-thinking type of status, underground while being level-headed
Zoning out when I’m focused will only make these future Kings Get deaded
I hope that you bust your kneecaps, and no, that’s not a joke
Anger is what I run on, equivalent to Marilyn Manson’s Fight Song
Aggression reference and et cetera, death references, more than a plethora
Simply having platonic friends shall be nothin’ more than the death of ya
Succumb to this fire-breathin’, walkin’, talkin’ stress demon
Leaving your ear drums bleedin’ if I feel that it’s relievin’
Here for longer than you shall be, I’m here judging your quality
Your beat selection is dope, but your wordplay is quite foul to me
I wish that I could retire, but I know I have some shit to prove
This monkey on my back keeps clawing at me until I find a new groove
Here to kill off an obsenity, a remedy for Aborigines
Broken knees, torn sleeves, make you bleed from a swipe of a cleav-er
Achieve while you weep, read what you sew, do you believe
You’re blind from the facts, you can’t see what I can see
22 5 / 2012
Anonymous asked: What would you do if YOUR son was at home, crying, all alone, on the bedroom floor 'cuz he's hungry?
Hah wow, City High lyrics. I wouldn’t be a neglectful parent. They would be with my mom or at a daycare while I’m working to provide for them. :D
20 5 / 2012
Lazy Sunday part 2!!!!!!
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17 5 / 2012
mackilo asked: SEND ME THAT NEW BEAT BRO !!!! lol the outcast samp
Haha holy damn. Alright.
17 5 / 2012
New beat “Killing Off My Character”. Sample: You May Die (Intro) by Outkast.
17 5 / 2012
first 15 - favorites bolded
must be following both
they tell me who’s followed
promoted to 5k+ will gain!
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15 5 / 2012
~PLEASE DO NOT SCROLL PAST THIS~~
This girl is my little sister. (She even has a Tumblr) She’s 9 years old. She thinks like a normal 9 year old. She talks like a normal 9 year old. She acts like a normal 9 year old. She just doesn’t breathe like a normal 9 year old. My little sister has what’s called “Cystic Fibrosis”. Cystic fibrosis (CF) is a devastating and deadly genetic lung disease that affects tens of thousands of children and young adults in the United States. What it is, in basic terms is a disease where the mucus builds up in their lungs, and eventually can close up their lungs and can lead to a bad ending. The current life expectancy of a patient with CF is around 30 years old. The idea of my sister not being around when we both get older is unthinkable. Fortunately, my sister has a very mild case of Cystic Fibrosis, but it is a progressing disease. So I want to get all of your help. We are walking for Courtney as “Courtney’s Gang” in the Great Strides walk on May 20th, 2012 and I have set up a little “Donate” button on my blog. I understand that some people cannot afford to be donating money to Cystic Fibrosis, and if you are one of those people, I would really appreciate it if you could REBLOG this post and share it with your friends. Even a donation of a penny counts, please help CF stand for “Cure Found”.
If you would like to donate, please visit my blog by clicking this link: http://kid-josh.com/ and then click the “Donate” button and fill out the form that goes with it. Message me that you did and I will personally thank you. Any donation/reblog is amazingly appreciated and I couldn’t really thank you enough. Please reblog this at the very least <3.
(please reblog and possibly donate, the walk is this sunday!)
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