Dang.

I have this feeling of weird-ass-ness that I can’t seem to put a finger into.. Somehow something is bothering the fine outta my asscrack and I don’t fucking know the hell what.

Shitcakes.

I have a sense of wanting to pluck chicken feathers since around 4:30am and it then festered into wanting to deep-fry the said sad chicken in a vat of chicken fat. DEEP FRY THE FUCKIN’ MOFO ‘TIL IT’S FINGER LICKIN’ GOOD I TELL YA.

Methinks it’s just the empty void right now I so want to fill with lotsa chocolate cakes and creamy cheeses.

Camembert, anyone?

||Nowadays it’s hard to make a livin’, but easy to make a killin’ ‘cuz
||People walk around one just one itchy feelin’
||I feel nauseated from your evil drug dealin’, bless feelin’
||The definition of top billin’
||It’s ill in my vocabulary
||Diggin’ your lifestyle scary
||No wonder why you carry a two, to retaliate
||Tryin’ to annihilate
||The one a two annihilate you
||They got some dude just to get you bugged
||Really y’all, this shit is all out of whack
||You can go out at night yet you won’t come back
||And this verse that I’m kickin’ some might take it personal
||And come out and get me, but worst of all
||These rap fans are takin’ these shit serious
||It ain’t New York versus L.A.
||’Cuz really it’s hip-hop, not a big ole problem
||Now let’s see what we could do to solve ‘em (Solve ‘em…)

||Na, na, na…
||We gotta keep it on the positive (Positive…)
||Na, na, na…
||We must keep it on the positive (Posivive…)

||Lucifer’s got your little mind twisted
||’Cuz God once gave you the meaning of life and you missed it
||You’ve been listed in the devil’s books
||Livin’ the life of crooks and hoes and in such and such
||All that shit, that don’t mean much
||You got one hand on your gat while your genitals are being touched
||Livin’ the life that’s plushed and glamourous
||Drunk and high with your little soul’s crushed
||Don’t you know that life is a mirage
||I keep myself sober so my soul is camouflaged
||If the devil cannot see me, tell me how can he attack me
||If he can’t grasp a hold, tell me how can he try to snatch me
||I ain’t talking about the white man, the black man or a Jew man
||’Cuz the devil can exist in every human
||Look how Biggie went out, and Tupac went out
||And Martin, and Malcolm, and Kennedy, and ?Squeek?
||And Adam, and Rene, and so on, and so on…

||Even though we got problems
||We gotta find some way to solve ‘em
||I hope you come and follow me now
||(Keep it on the positive)
||Even though we got problems
||I hope you find some way to solve ‘em (Solve ‘em…)
||(Keep it on the positive)

||P-O-S-I-T-I-V-I-T-Y (2x)

||We’re currently located over the Los Angeles scene
||While you see a lot of niggas perpetrating like they’re kings
||With this so-called God complex
||But when I see they mind, they only see cheques
||So let’s get our heads together
||Let’s form a foul weather
||Proclaim against perpetrators

||Well said, alligator
||Our realm, no perpetrator
||A society choose the elevator
||Of success by identity cross-fader
||Complex thinking they’re really much greater
||Plain raw, harness all, maybe rough radar
||Tough enough to perpetrate, I talk to you later

||But wait, what about that midget brains
||Unable to see reality too unreal
||I’m sealed with mind, body and soul
||Connected together, we tougher than leather
||We much more than you think we are
||We are the product of our on environment repent
||With equality, plus durality
||And taken all kind of posibilities…bilities
||I sing the song from the soul
||Let it rise from the tone
||Let it rhythmically grow
||Into it’s own life
||Let it become you
||Then you become it
||Once you become it everything will be infinite
||Will be infinite, will be infinite, will be infinite

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Black Eyed Peas– Positivity