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Record Label Name:
True Songs
Record Label Type:
Unsigned
Genre:
Rap, Hip Hop, Rock
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- Gender:Male
- Age:108
- Country:United States
- City :Dun`t Ever Never jus Thinkin of IT otherWise u`ll goto da hell
Personal
- Language:English . aRabic . alittle french . franko :P:P
- Interests:all thinge felling happy
- Clubs & Organizations:not in interets
- Favorite books:the life still teaches us by william philbies
- Favorite music:Rock. POp . Jazz. Hip HoB always . GJ
- Favorite TV programs:american galdiouters
- Favorite movies:Kingdom Of Troy . Mr & MIss
- Places I've Traveled To:more than one but all in egpyt .. i not moved out b4
- I'm looking for:
No thinge now .. i have what i need :D:D
Dating
- Sexual Orientation:Straight
- Dating Status:In a Relationship
- Body Type:Athletic
- Eye Color:Brown
- Height:5'6
- Religion:Muslim
- Smoking Habit:daily
- Drinking Habit:no
- Interested in Meeting for:Friends
- Currently Living with:Parents
- In a social setting, I'm:Better in small groups
- TV watching habits:Movies
- Sense of humor:Friendly
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- College/University:
- Other zagazig universty [ 2000 - 2008 ]
Work Experience
- B-comp [ 2000 - 2008 ]
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Friday,Dec 5 2008, 05:37:21 AM8 MILeS
8 Mile It's ok, it's ok, let the world get back this day Verse 1 Sometimes I just feel like, quittin, I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write, Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life, Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's, And show these people what my level of skill's like, But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life, Something ain't right, hit the brake lights, Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight Call but I might fall, It ain't my fault breaking my balls' My insides crawl and I clam up, I just slam shut, I just can't do it, My whole man-hoods, just been stripped, I've just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split, Man f**k this shit, yo I'm going the f**k home, World on my shoulders as I run back to this ain't my room... Chorus I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan, Time for me to just stand up and travel new land, Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands, Once I'm over these track man I'm a never look back, And I'm gone and I know right where I'm goin, Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone, Aint no followin footsteps, I'm making my own, Only way that I know how to escape from, this ain't my room... Verse 2 Walking these train tracks trying to regain back, The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap, To the same plant, in the same pants, Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p, Gotta get a new plan, momma's gotta new man, Poor little baby sister, she don't understand, Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad, And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand, While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad There's no telling what really goes on in her little head, Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had, But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad, Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet, Its like I grew up but I ain't grown up to nuts yet, Dont got a rep, my step, don't got enough pep, The pressures too much man I'm just trying to do what's best, And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I wont tell her why, Not a moment goes by that I look right at the sky, Please I'm begging you god, Please don't let me be fishin holding no regular job, Yo I hope you will be getting home, whereva you are, Yo I'm telling you dog, I'm bailing this trailer tomorrow, Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye, Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never to far, But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know, And I'm a be back for you the second that I blow, On everything I own, I'll make it on my own, Off to work I go, back to this ain't my room... Chorus Verse 3 You got to live it to feel it, you didn't then you wouldn't get it, Well see what the big deal is, why wasn't and still is, To be walking this borderline of detroit city limits, Its different in it, a certain significant of certificate Of authenticity, you'd never even see but it's everything to me, Its my credibilaty, you never seen, heard, smelt a meda ta mc, Who's incredable on the same pedestal as me, The chaque still unsigned, having a rough time, Sit on the porche with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes, Go to work and serve mc's in the lunch line, But when it comes crunch time, where do my punch lines go, Who must I show, to bust my flow, where must I go, who must I know, Or am I just another grabbing the bucket Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rappers so f**k it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit, I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with, I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit, At the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit, And it's cold trying to travel this road, Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this batteling mode, My defenses are so up one thing don't want it pity from no one, This city is no fun, there is no sun and it's so dark, Sometimes I just feel like, I'm being pulled a-part, From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends, Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin, Sometimes I just feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not, What I'm doing I just blow my head as a stove top, I just explode, the kettle gets so hot, Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I don't got, But I learned it's time for me to u-turn, Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned, Aint no callin her next time I need a new girl, I can no longer play stupid or be immature, I got every ingredient all I need is the courage, Like I already got the beat all I need is the word, Uh uh got the urge, suddenly it's a surge, Suddenly a new burst of energy hits the curve, Time to show these free world leaders, three and the third, I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird, Then I turn and cross over the medium curve, Hit the burbs and run and see it's a blur, this ain't my room...
Friday,Dec 5 2008, 05:32:28 AMEMINEM
When I just a little baby boy, my momma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man, she used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized, she was the crazy one But there was nothin I could do or say to try to change it cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about bein broke no more They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more (AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?! (AHHH!) These motherfuckers are ...
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Posted at Tuesday,Jun 3 2008, 10:24:17 AM (www.youtube.com)Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest
Linkin Park’s next single off Minutes to Midnight will be “Leave Out All The Rest.” The band recently shot a video for the song, which was directed by Joe Hahn, and will premiere Monday, June 2! hope you like it ,cuz i...
Posted at Thursday,May 22 2008, 02:03:36 AM (thawra.alwehda.gov.sy)نـانـسي عجـرم
To Everyone Who Loving Nancy ajram
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8/19/2009 4:26 PMhey (//_-)
8/16/2009 7:28 PMHappY sunday!
They say a friend
Is a friend forever
Even in
The roughest weather
Though life’s seas
Are tossed about
A friend will be there
To help you out
But there are times-
It’s sad but true-
When friendship’s flame
Dwindles in you
The excitement is gone
It’s not new anymore
And painfully so
Our old friend is a bore
So we put away friendship
With a lock and a key
I just want to say…
Don’t let that be me
It may not be new
But don’t let it die
I won’t if you won’t
I won’t say goodbye.
7/21/2009 1:00 AMhi again
11/29/2009 11:32 PMhow r u ? :)