Hi TOm,
i can't find any info on your label or yourself on the internet - not even myspace.
perhaps you need to build a profile somewhere so we all know how serious you really are.

thanks,
Jody

Your Chance To Challenge Big Brother 'Road Pricing'

'Sarah Kennedy (BBC Radio 2) was on about this proposed car tax scheme on the radio, there is only one month left to register your objection to the 'Pay as you go' road tax. The petition is on the 10 Downing St website but they didn't tell anybody about it.

The government's proposal to introduce road pricing will mean you having to purchase a tracking device for your car and paying a monthly bill to use it. The tracking device will cost about £200 and in a recent study by the BBC, the lowest monthly bill was £28 for a rural florist and £194 for a delivery driver. A non working mother who used the car to take the kids to school paid £86 in one month.

On top of this massive increase in tax, you will be tracked. Somebody will know where you are at all times. They will also know how fast you have been going, so even if you accidentally creep over a speed limit in time you can probably expect a Notice of Intended Prosecution with your monthly bill.

If you care about our freedom and stopping the constant bashing of the car driver, please sign the petition on No 10's new website (link below) and pass this on to as many people as possible. Once you've given your details (you don't have to give your full address, just house number and postcode will do), they will send you an email with a link in it. Once you click on that link, you'll have signed the petition.'

put your name forward to big brother here: http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/traveltax/

[ http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/traveltax/ ]

"A homophobic rapper
Unaware of the
graphic nature of phallic symbols
Tragically ironic,
suckin' off each others' gats & pistols"

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Hi Joanna, to tell you the truth, i am also offended by it.
i was more offended by the original lyrics, and Jet's enjoyment of this repulsive band.

the post was trying to draw out to a debate, the importance of content within music.
i was merely playing the devils advocate.

as far as concious hip hop goes; you've got the wrong person.
concious hip hop is a label which encompasses a load of nonsense posing as deep.
you can find your own example here. one might be People Under the Stairs. or Dialated peoples.

I enjoy music which breaks creative boundarys and creates debate and change.
If the post above changed the way you thought about something in music.
or made you more aware of meanings behind things.
motives behind things. - answer this question: why did bone thugz blah blah ever get so popular with such weird a destructive lyrics? and why is it marketed to children?? would you want your teenage son listening to it? hip hop was hykacked and used as a tool against the people it attracts. commercial black hip hop is americas way of destroying black men. how? they destroy themselves.
but that's another topic for debate....

the artist didnt make a painting out of shit cos he wanted to explore poo as a medium.
he was saying ART IS SHIT. but the viewer couldnt see passed the medium!

i just found this on the web...
It basically shows that Bone thugs are the worst lyricists on earth!

check out the lyrics and all the double meanings behind them...
no lyrics here are tampered with - only bracket parts have been added.

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STRICTLY FOR MY GRIND lyrics

[Bizzy:]
Loose!
Sippin on gin, fuck juice, (GIN IS THIER FUCK JUICE)
A hundred percent brew,
The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce, (GAY SEX)
So easy when me pull me lead off, (PULL ME COK OFF)
No one's allowed, (ORGY)
When you see me nigga, keep your head up, (SUCK MY COK OFF)
No need to bow, (SUCK IT STANDING)
We say fuck you now, (BEND OVER)
Let loose the strays and i get em,
Bet you'll catch em, forget em, (AIDS)
snatch AK's and I lit em, (AK = STREET LINGO FOR DILDO)
So....Speed em up, dont catch the buck and dont you fucks wit me, (IF YOU DON'T TAKE MY MONEY YOU WON"T GET SEX)
Eazy E on the gank move, (EAZY E IS OUR PIMP)
I ganked you, so easily, (I PULLED YOU OFF)
Fools. Slipped up, (WITH LUBE)
Now whos' got they dick up your shit, (AS IT SAYS)
Flipped the script, slipped a little RIP and set trick. (BENT OUR FRIEND OVER AND SLIPPED IN A RIP (street slang for ROBUST IRON POLE) WHICH DID THE TRICK)

[Flesh:]
Just think about all the past times, (I LOVE YOU MAN)
Stack sneakin the gun, Im blastin up in your car so, (ME PLAYING WITH YOU, BLASTING A LOAD IN YOUR BOOT)
The glock glock goes pop, (MY COK POPS YOUR CHERRY)
And I might drop the bombs, disaster when I'm rollin, (I MAY EVEN POO ON YOU WHEN I ROLL OVER IN BED)
I keep the gun I'm holdin in a me trench and, (MY COk IS BIG, I'M HOLDING IT)
Dont mention, Im a lunatic, "click", (I'M CRAZEE)
Runnin me dick in, (PUTTING IT IN YOUR BUM)
They cocked, they plot, (?)
Say who know when, but me be fuckin, (I AM READY ANYTIME)
Thats right, I chopp, (I WILL CHOP OFF YOUR BALLS)
Me be the punk who calling me bluffing... (NAH - JUST KIDDING)

[Bizzy:]
It shouldnt a went wrong, (I WAS WEARING A CONDOM)
All done, when the RIP pump that pistol grip, (IT BROKE)
Thugged out on a 187, (HAD DIRTY SEX WITH THE COP)
Where the niggas, they temple split, (HAD SEX WITH A BLACK PRIEST AND LEFT)
Hit em up, get em up, (RUB MY COK WITH FORCE AND GET IT UP)
nigga dont get caught runnin with them hoods and, (DON't WEAR A CONDOM)
Be nothing but thugs and slugs and drugs, (?)
Be running off in my hood and nigga dont fuck with the glock glock, (RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD NUDE, WITH A CONDOM ON)
Gotta drop for the pop of the buckshot, (GET ON MY KNEES AND CATCH HIS SPERM IN MY MOUTH)
You see me hangin and bangin and naming, (MALE PROSTITUTE)
Nigga dont test, that gauge's cocked, (IT's FOR REAL - MEASURE IT AND SEE)
They drop the top, (TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT)
Me bloody me jackedt when buckin the pap pap, (I TOOK MINE OFF TOO AND WE GOT DOWN TO IT)
No need of a word when you served, (SHUT UP AND SUK)
You heard it when i clacked that gat back, (PLAYING A GUITAR)
Runnin with gats and bats, (PLAYING A GUITAR WITH ROBERT SCOTT)
So nigga dont test RIP, (MY COK IS BIG - NO NEED TO MEASURE IT)
Cuz youll get a peeled cap, (CAN I PULL BACK YOUR FORESKIN?)
Pap pap that dome, (HAVE YOU HAD A PAP SMEAR RECENTLY ON YOUR COK)
better check that temple when a nigga done got that skull cracked, (FUN WITH A BLACK JEWISH PRIEST)
Lil RIP done grown up, (FROM FLACID TO ERECT VERY QUICKLY)
The bigger the nigga, the quicker get showed up, (YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT US BLACK DUDES!)
Lets swerve to the bird, (LOOK - A WOMAN, AVOID HER)
Hit up a hold up, so many bodies done blown up, (LOTS OF BLOW UP SEX DOLLS)
Nuts, bucks, and guts, (I'LL GIVE YOU TWO DOLLARS IF YOU LICK MY BALLS ANDLET ME FART ON YOU)
Niggas mistaking they balls for dogs, (BEASTIALITY)
All niggas will get mauled, (WE LIKE RUGBY)
Come find em, pick up a pole and flip on all yall, (LOOK DOWN MY PANTS - IT's AN RIP)
And I'll never hold up, (IT HURTS...)
Especially when I'm rosed out, (WHEN YOU DO THAT THING TO MY ANUS)
Better bring your click, (PLEASE BRING SOME LUBE)
Them guns run, roll out or get blown out, (DO YOU WANT TO SMOKE WEED WITH ME)
You dont....wanna get nutty cuz nigga you gon get bloody, (SORRY, I THOUGHT YOU WERE INTO IT?)
Once you see the braids and skullies, (CAN I TIE YOU UP?)
Cover that throat, when i cut it up, somethin lovely, (HOW CAN JET LIKE BONE THUGS, THIER LYRICS ARE SHIT!)
The thug i be, me, (I AM HARD)
Smuggin up in the Land, buckin niggas and (HUMPING BLACK MEN)
Pumpin me slugs up in the man, the man... (ONE OF THE KEY LINES TO PROVE THE THEORY)

[Krayzie:
Im runnin the graveyard shift, (ON THE STREET CORNER AT NIGHT)
Now lemme get down for my crime, (I DON't CARE IF I GET CAUGHT SUKIN COK)
gotta go purchase a dime, (PAY ME IN KIND)
Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind, (I FEEL GUILTY, NEED TO ESCAPE)
And pullin the stick to get down for the crime, (PULLING OFF A COK IS ILLEGAL IN AMERICA)
Swig on some wine, (I SWALLOW)
Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see, (STILL OUT ON THE STREET CORNER)
Gotta buck em on down if they come back talkin like, (I'M CHEAP, IF YOU HAGGLE ME DOWN)
Gimme back me mony, (PLEASE PAY - I'VE SERVICED YOU)
Thuggin wit me killas, (I"M TOUGH)
Need us a liter of liquor, but niggas aint got shit, (I'M THIRSTY)
Wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent, (I WANT TO STICK IT IN SOMEONES BUM)
Nigga like me fiendin for them green leaves, (WANNA DO IT ON THE LAWN)
but i aint got no doe, (YOU PAY ME)
Gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks, (I MAKE FAKE MUSIC)
choppin up soap, (I WAS ON AMERICAN IDOL)
Split em up, get em up, hit em off the block,
Put a hand pullin on each loaded barrel, (MY BALLS ARE FULL)
Cuz a fiend might trip when he hit the shit and flip, (IF YOU TOUCH POO'S WHEN YOU ARE IN ME - DON't BE MAD, OKAY)
Finna see this aint yayo,
But nigga dont come back,
You might get a peeled cap,
Or maybe concussion from niggas stompin that ass to the curb,
Oh nigga, its like that,
Niggas, drug dealers peelin killers soft,
That sawed-off so,
Come and let your nuts hang, (HANG YOUR TESTICLES IN MY MOUTH)
If you thug gotta cut them balls off though, (IF YOU ARE TO TOUGH I WILL BITE OFF YOUR TESTICLES AND EAT THEM)
So nigga respect this, (FOR REAL)
Or you're gonna rest bitch,
Off in the grave and your brain'll be hangin,
From swangin with my gang and,
Nigga dont want no problems,
But then if you wants to cause it,
A 9 milimeter, sawed-off, a .380 tech nine comin out of me closet (WITH MY COK IN MY HAND I WANT TO TELL THE WORLD I AM GAY!)

[Layzie:]
My nigga, just call it a raid, (THIS IS GETTING BORING!!!!)
Putting your shit to the pave,
Finna go meeting gauge,
Live in the Land of the brave, craze, dazed,
gotta blaze the maze and never did phase bone,
My thugster brothers ruggish never did take no loss and,
Putting niggas in the coffin,
You're dearly departed, better off and,
Senseless killers, Sawed-off haulin off the best of niggas,
And i put to rest them niggas,
Flesh'll test, and i flex on niggas,
Mr. RIP get clip, come and rippin em with the pistol grip,
And if them trip feel the bone, now watch me get fatal with flim,
Now come to the teacher,
More creature cuz i never did love ya,
Motherfuck that buster,
number one with the gun gotta stay above ya,
Fuck wit a thug, a nigga get drug,
You feelin the stiff from a 38 slug man, (MY HARD COK IS IN YOU)
Lemme see you hang, swang, bang to them brains,
Chain gang,
So a nigga remain insane, maintaining that steady buzz,
You feel the stress, test the best,
Now nigga what,
Nuts up in a them guts, (MY COK IS UP YOUR ASS SO FAR IT FEELS LIKE IT"S IN YOUR STOMACH)
Trust that i bust them slugs up,
Runnin up rappin that big shit,
Ending up getting your wig split,
Bitch, dumped in a ditch, (I DON'T LIKE WOMEN)
Never knew no one could fuck wit the bone, its on,
And show the double glock is where the thugstas roam, its on,
So trick that buster, listen,
Better check your ammunition,
Bones' shit be hittin, no competition, leavin em pinched in... (I TAKE IT UP THE BUM)

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bad speller arent i.

a better heading would have been. PIG OUT need to get off the food.

haha.
tim dog, you're a funny guy.

perhaps we need to hang out and wrestle each other.

maybe we can start a radio station. it's not that hard apparently.
if auckland can produce 20 or so small stations in a few years, how
hard can it be?

chch needs a bit of cool radio competition.

trillion band perform a lunchtime gig in cathedral square in christchurch this friday 24th november. 12,15 - 1.15pm

haha, excellent. sorry about that!

I think Gibbis means that he/she is slightly racist, not a fan of Dobbyn, possibly a National or Winston Peters voter. And slightly ignorant to the Al Queda situation. Which is, that Al Queda doesn’t exist, it’s a media/government fabrication to point a finder of blame at. Tony Blair even said in a speech once that Al Queda is not a gang or group. Thus, I cannot be part of something which doesn’t exist.

Also FREEDOM of SPEECH. What does that mean to you? Does it mean that it’s okay for you to tell that obese woman in the McDonalds queue that she is fat and should be there, and why doesn’t she go buy some lettuce? Does it mean you should honk your horn and swear at bad asian drivers?

Or is it more in line with having a say in your community? Or telling the factory down the road to stop dumping oil into the river? Or telling the hip hop scene that fake American accents aren’t that cool anymore?

Tell me your definition please?

does anyone else think scribe showed complete ignorance and arrogance with his Ahmed ZAOUI/ AlQueda dig at the music awards?

interesting behaviour coming from someone who was partly responsible (with a MR PNC) for putting, 1. Mr P. Armstrong in hospital with a broken mouth and causing however many thousands of dollars damage, and months of lost work, and whatever else it caused..

clean up your own backyard before you go knocking on your neighbours door!

[ http://www.amnesty.org.nz/zaoui ]

yep, filth. not even worth promoting the mag by talking about it. I've always made a point to never send my cds to them to review, and would turn down any pavement profile/article.