Anna Karina in Jean-Luc Godard’s ‘Vivre sa vie’, 1962.
Goes to show what we believe in, and what we don’t. Imagine if this picture was every day life? Thumbs up? Yes.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. What’s happening huh military target practicing, they trying to write a patriot act again?
A little overview of my university that i’m attending, not bad at all.
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Cheers.
#OccupyWallStreet
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Search “Occupy Fredericton” on facebook to see our affect we can have on big brother even up here in Canada.
Down With Webster - Your Man
And if you want me girl I will be your man
And if you want me girl I will be here forever
(2X)
I’ll take you all around as long as we’re on solid ground
I’ll introduce you to town and never will I let you down
One look from you and I think I must’ve gone to heaven now
The fact that I’m with Webster is hard enough to get my head around
She’s as hard as AC DC, she gets my thunder struck
She‘s a star, a four leaf clover but I won’t press my luck
Girl I’m talking about you so don’t be so scared of trust
I think I’m better off with you, you say compared to what?
Chorus (2X)
Relationships are new to me, they never flew with me
I’ve never been in love, I’ve only been in clubs
And that’s why I picked you up, linked it up, walked up, clinked your cup
Told you I’m broke but I’ll fix it up, chick what’s up?
I’m drunk, can we kiss or what?
I saw you again when I was sober and I had a crush like an empty soda can
I’m looking at all hearts can’t fold the hand
We can build this thing up, girl I know the plan
I can be your boy, better yet your man
Your cool as hell, I’m your biggest fan
So lets blow this pop stickle stand
What about a picture? Why do you think they call me Cam
Two months ago I saw your face, two weeks ago I’m at your place, two days ago I had you by the waist, the next thing you know we hit the floor, two days from now you’ll be my chick, two weeks from now I’ll make you famous, two months from now you’ll be my Miss, and we’ll throw it down, like we do now.
Big L - Dangerzone
Stealing runs rampant in harlem
Gambling runs rampant in harlem
All types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our community
Run rampant in harlem
[big l]
The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
Sendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like reverand swaggart
L’s the nigga that crime follows
I’m hittin fine models and stabbin punks with broken wine bottles
I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks
I sex chicks, I’ll even fuck a dead bitch
Always sprayin tecs, because I be stayin vexed
Some nigga named dex, was in the projects layin threats
I jumped out the lincoln, left him stinkin
Put his brains in the street
Now you can see what he was just thinkin
I’m chokin enemies til they start turnin pale
Satan said I’m learnin well, big l’s gonna burn in hell
Front and get scarred cause your rap style ain’t even hard
I run with a thievin squad, and none of us believe in god
Chorus: mcgruff, big l
[mcg] cause one-three-nine and lennox is the danger zone
[big] where no man can withstand or hold his own
[big] cause one-three-nine and lennox is the danger zone
[mcg] where no man can withstand or hold his own
[big l]
I got styles you can’t copy bitch, it’s the triple six
In the mix, straight from h-e-double-hockey sticks
Every sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
Fuck carlito, we doin’ shit the devil son’s way
Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man
Won’t hit a girl well I ain’t real cause I beat bitches up
I use words that’s ill, l got nerves of steel
I’m cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill
I’m takin lives for a great price, I’m the type
To snap in heaven with a mac-11 and rape christ
And I’m fast to put a cap in a fag chest
The big l smash stress, cause hell is my address
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids
Be wakin up cryin, yellin, “mommy big l is comin to get me!”
Chorus 2x
[big l]
I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin up
“can I get your autograph l? ” no bitch, I’m off duty
I’m breakin hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks
It ain’t no food in my fridge; just body parts
I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged
I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get aids, fuck it!
A beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute
I’ll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented
And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed
And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob’
Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with l
Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to l
But I’m sicker than a nigga that’s in special ed so I suggest
You spread pretzelhead, ‘fore I turn your white sweatsuit red
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