«I come across» —] Danja Mowf (cut and scratched)
I come across and down like a puzzle
The Mowf of Danger, I should wear a muzzle
There are no constraints that can Silence this Lamb
I am, a menace to the MC society, quietly.. hush!
Peace, be still, my skill, comes off
From the North side of the James
I take aim and shoot my weapon
Inflame and maim, then I keep on steppin
Perhaps it’s the aggravation that I kept in..side of me
Waiting idl-y, for my turn to come
From, some, land uncharted
My styles, changed projectiles and bombarded
A whole nation, a rain started
Seas have been parted, devils have been outsmarted
Cold-hearted, and getting colder
I cross that line and knock your momma off your shoulder
Pull your punk folder, ignite the mic, and watch it smolder
To ashes, I code brain bashes in dots
And dashes, S-O-S, mayday!
I Dy-no-mite like J.J
Drop offspring bombs like BeBe, remaining Unseen
Your fun world gets blown up to smithereens
All you hear is si-reens, and screams
The scene is obscene like the onscreen Halloween
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —] Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
It’s ominous, how drama just, soars out of my pores
Like nitroglycerin sweat, listen and get, your fishy style
Baited with my hook cause I’m the illest, fisherman, yet
On a Golden Pond of MC’s I float, float, float on! Word is bond
I wave my wond and brunette to blonde
Respond, from here to beyond, til infinity
You can’t see, mi-mi-mi
I sharpen vocal chords just like singing swords
When the tape’s, on record, I summon
Mysterious words just like ouiji boards
Mad whores, flock, to my block
From here to Bangkok feening like I slang rock
But I grind MC’s til they’re void, and null
Mr. Owl, find how many licks to the center of your SKULL
For being dull, and lifeless
My fist raises and I point and the wack evacuate
The joint — about face MARCH
Cause I’ll break you off like the top from the starch
You’re falling like an arch, rival no survival
Or revival after my arrival
Lyrical virtuoso, latinos go _voca peligroso_
Now you know so…
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —] Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —] Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
Yo, Danja Mowf is definitely «dangerous»
Dolla Bill is definitely «dangerous»
Mike Street is definitely «dangerous»
Mad Skillz is definitely «dangerous»
Kalonji is definitely «dangerous»
Lonnie B is definitely «dangerous»
The Mindbenda definitely «dangerous»
Little Rock is definitely «dangerous»
Javon is definitely «dangerous»
Speedis Toine is definitely «dangerous»
DJ Reese, is definitely «dangerous»
SupaFriendz, definitely «dangerous»
V.A. … [Richmond, takin out all competition]
Yeah, V.A. … [gunsmoke… it’s definitely] «dangerous»
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wilygeedah contemplative and happy home December 24 2006, 21:51
Listens: Mars Volta
wilygeedahFinished the quilt I embroidered/sewed for my sister Hillary’s baby today- Preston helped. Slightly funny to see him bending over a quilt with a hot glue gun, trying to get the purple coral to stick to the ocean background. Also to note- he looks incredibly cute in a t shirt and boxers at 10 in the morning when his hair is all rumpled and he has no intention of getting out of bed. So adorable. A nice big warm teddy bear. yay!
I really do love my family. I have forgotten how much I missed them while I was away and now I don’t really want to go back to OSU, even though it will be nice to see all my friends and to work out freely and such. I am going to love my Shakespeare English class and spanish will be nice, if challenging still. I can’t wait to get back into it and relearn the language, even though it’s going to be a tough load with Chem, a frosh seminar class on the historical relationships between religion, philosophy and science, and an upper level grad class on terrorism. That will be alot of reading material and lengthy papers, and then the spanish I have been out of for awhile, so it’ll take some hard work to get back into it. Plus the Shakespeare class is a honors class, so it’s bound to have six to eight texts and several papers. Yay. (note the recurrent sarcasm.)
My Uncle Gary is out of rehab, dry, and going to AA- and he looks and sounds so much better. I am so proud of him- he’s eating properly, he’s gained weight so he doesn’t look emaciated, and he’s emotionally healing- and he’s starting to look for work again. I am so happy to have him back with my family and getting better. He seems so much more coherent and stable than he has in years. It’s so good in so many ways to see him getting better- it’s a reaffirmation that life is good, I guess, in a way, just to watch him progress.
My friend Rob Kowalski, from like third grade on up, is going to go to Iraq. Crazy. I knew he was going into the air force but I never thought he’d get sent to Iraq. It all seems so fast- growing up, that is- my sister is only six years ahead of me, and she’ll have a baby in April- Rob is going to war in the air force- I’m looking at Grad schools and figuring out internships- and my little sister has started wearing earrings. The tomboy of the family, worse even than I was, has turned into a beautiful young woman who wore a coral colored polo with silver hoop earrings two days ago- and I couldn’t believe how tall and how smart she’s gotten. It’s alarming in a way- I expect her to be the same as when I left, I guess- and she’ll never be little enough to pull onto my lap and read to. The little girl I babysit, Taylor, came over to visit yesterday- she’s tall enough that I can’t pick her up anymore. It’s so unsettling to see how quickly life seems to be passing me by- in Columbus, everyone is in vary ages of youth- 18, 19, 21, 24- they’re ready to go out into the world and make their mark- and somehow, I never figured I would feel so very old so fast. I go to class and work out and read for another class, and run two errands, and already I’m tired and ready for sleep at 7 at night, with 45+ pages to go and laundry to still finish. I always wondered why I had enough energy to finish everything until I came home and realized I simply never slept- because the week I got home, all I’ve done is catch up on the hours and hours I’ve let pass while I was working late or studying or sewing or cleaning. Ridiculous.
Atleast Alys is still young enough that she wants me to wake up early with her to help get mom and dad out of bed for Christmas presents at 7. I have the feeling I like the giving part more than the getting part- I can’t wait for my sister to open her quilt and smile at it. That is what I’m looking forward to the most.
Merry Christmas everyone…
Love
Jenna
«I come across» > Danja Mowf (cut and scratched)
I come across and down like a puzzle
The Mowf of Danger I should wear a muzzle
There are no constraints that can Silence this Lamb
I am a menace to the MC society quietly.. hush!
Peace be still my skill comes off
from the North side of the James
I take aim and shoot my weapon
Inflame and maim then I keep on steppin
Perhaps it’s the aggravation that I kept in..side of me
Waiting idl-y, for my turn to come
from, some, land uncharted
My styles, changed projectiles and bombarded
a whole nation, a rain started
Seas have been parted, devils have been outsmarted
Cold-hearted, and getting colder
I cross that line and knock your momma off your shoulder
Pull your punk folder, ignite the mic, and watch it smolder
to ashes, I code brain bashes in dots
and dashes, S-O-S, mayday!
I Dy-no-mite like J.J.
Drop offspring bombs like BeBe, remaining Unseen
Your fun world gets blown up to smithereens
All you hear is si-reens, and screams
The scene is obscene like the onscreen Halloween
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
It’s ominous, how drama just, soars out of my pores
like nitroglycerin sweat, listen and get, your fishy style
baited with my hook cause I’m the illest, fisherman, yet
On a Golden Pond of MC’s I float, float, float on! Word is bond
I wave my wond and brunette to blonde
respond, from here to beyond, til infinity
you can’t see, mi-mi-mi
I sharpen vocal chords just like singing swords
When the tape’s, on record, I summon
mysterious words just like ouiji boards
Mad whores, flock, to my block
From here to Bangkok feening like I slang rock
But I grind MC’s til they’re void, and null
Mr. Owl, find how many licks to the center of your SKULL
for being dull, and lifeless
My fist raises and I point and the wack evacuate
the joint — about face MARCH
Cause I’ll break you off like the top from the starch
You’re falling like an arch, rival no survival
or revival after my arrival
Lyrical virtuoso, latinos go _voca peligroso_
Now you know so…
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
Yo, Danja Mowf is definitely «dangerous»
Dolla Bill is definitely «dangerous»
Mike Street is definitely «dangerous»
Mad Skillz is definitely «dangerous»
Kalonji is definitely «dangerous»
Lonnie B is definitely «dangerous»
The Mindbenda definitely «dangerous»
Little Rock is definitely «dangerous»
Javon is definitely «dangerous»
Speedis Toine is definitely «dangerous»
DJ Reese, is definitely «dangerous»
SupaFriendz, definitely «dangerous»
V.A. … [Richmond, takin out all competition]
Yeah, V.A. … [gunsmoke… it’s definitely] «dangerous»
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«I come across» > Danja Mowf (cut and scratched)
I come across and down like a puzzle
The Mowf of Danger I should wear a muzzle
There are no constraints that can Silence this Lamb
I am a menace to the MC society quietly.. hush!
Peace be still my skill comes off
from the North side of the James
I take aim and shoot my weapon
Inflame and maim then I keep on steppin
Perhaps it’s the aggravation that I kept in..side of me
Waiting idl-y, for my turn to come
from, some, land uncharted
My styles, changed projectiles and bombarded
a whole nation, a rain started
Seas have been parted, devils have been outsmarted
Cold-hearted, and getting colder
I cross that line and knock your momma off your shoulder
Pull your punk folder, ignite the mic, and watch it smolder
to ashes, I code brain bashes in dots
and dashes, S-O-S, mayday!
I Dy-no-mite like J.J.
Drop offspring bombs like BeBe, remaining Unseen
Your fun world gets blown up to smithereens
All you hear is si-reens, and screams
The scene is obscene like the onscreen Halloween
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
It’s ominous, how drama just, soars out of my pores
like nitroglycerin sweat, listen and get, your fishy style
baited with my hook cause I’m the illest, fisherman, yet
On a Golden Pond of MC’s I float, float, float on! Word is bond
I wave my wond and brunette to blonde
respond, from here to beyond, til infinity
you can’t see, mi-mi-mi
I sharpen vocal chords just like singing swords
When the tape’s, on record, I summon
mysterious words just like ouiji boards
Mad whores, flock, to my block
From here to Bangkok feening like I slang rock
But I grind MC’s til they’re void, and null
Mr. Owl, find how many licks to the center of your SKULL
for being dull, and lifeless
My fist raises and I point and the wack evacuate
the joint — about face MARCH
Cause I’ll break you off like the top from the starch
You’re falling like an arch, rival no survival
or revival after my arrival
Lyrical virtuoso, latinos go _voca peligroso_
Now you know so…
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
Yo, Danja Mowf is definitely «dangerous»
Dolla Bill is definitely «dangerous»
Mike Street is definitely «dangerous»
Mad Skillz is definitely «dangerous»
Kalonji is definitely «dangerous»
Lonnie B is definitely «dangerous»
The Mindbenda definitely «dangerous»
Little Rock is definitely «dangerous»
Javon is definitely «dangerous»
Speedis Toine is definitely «dangerous»
DJ Reese, is definitely «dangerous»
SupaFriendz, definitely «dangerous»
V.A. … [Richmond, takin out all competition]
Yeah, V.A. … [gunsmoke… it’s definitely] «dangerous»
«I come across» > Danja Mowf (cut and scratched)
I come across and down like a puzzle
The Mowf of Danger I should wear a muzzle
There are no constraints that can Silence this Lamb
I am a menace to the MC society quietly.. hush!
Peace be still my skill comes off
from the North side of the James
I take aim and shoot my weapon
Inflame and maim then I keep on steppin
Perhaps it’s the aggravation that I kept in..side of me
Waiting idl-y, for my turn to come
from, some, land uncharted
My styles, changed projectiles and bombarded
a whole nation, a rain started
Seas have been parted, devils have been outsmarted
Cold-hearted, and getting colder
I cross that line and knock your momma off your shoulder
Pull your punk folder, ignite the mic, and watch it smolder
to ashes, I code brain bashes in dots
and dashes, S-O-S, mayday!
I Dy-no-mite like J.J.
Drop offspring bombs like BeBe, remaining Unseen
Your fun world gets blown up to smithereens
All you hear is si-reens, and screams
The scene is obscene like the onscreen Halloween
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
It’s ominous, how drama just, soars out of my pores
like nitroglycerin sweat, listen and get, your fishy style
baited with my hook cause I’m the illest, fisherman, yet
On a Golden Pond of MC’s I float, float, float on! Word is bond
I wave my wond and brunette to blonde
respond, from here to beyond, til infinity
you can’t see, mi-mi-mi
I sharpen vocal chords just like singing swords
When the tape’s, on record, I summon
mysterious words just like ouiji boards
Mad whores, flock, to my block
From here to Bangkok feening like I slang rock
But I grind MC’s til they’re void, and null
Mr. Owl, find how many licks to the center of your SKULL
for being dull, and lifeless
My fist raises and I point and the wack evacuate
the joint — about face MARCH
Cause I’ll break you off like the top from the starch
You’re falling like an arch, rival no survival
or revival after my arrival
Lyrical virtuoso, latinos go _voca peligroso_
Now you know so…
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
«Word to mother, I’m dangerous!» —> Biggie Smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
Yo, Danja Mowf is definitely «dangerous»
Dolla Bill is definitely «dangerous»
Mike Street is definitely «dangerous»
Mad Skillz is definitely «dangerous»
Kalonji is definitely «dangerous»
Lonnie B is definitely «dangerous»
The Mindbenda definitely «dangerous»
Little Rock is definitely «dangerous»
Javon is definitely «dangerous»
Speedis Toine is definitely «dangerous»
DJ Reese, is definitely «dangerous»
SupaFriendz, definitely «dangerous»
V.A. … [Richmond, takin out all competition]
Yeah, V.A. … [gunsmoke… it’s definitely] «dangerous»