Wat is het leven mooi!
As I walk through my mind all my thoughts are behind
when there's deals being signed and there's walls gettin' climbed
and there's things that we bring when we fling with the sing
and we want to be in from the start to the fin
is it me? is it them?
is it you or your friends?
there's no need to pretend that your mind's on the mend
is the past in your eyes, are your hands on your thighs
coz you cannot disguise that you needed a rise
got the joints and the beats rollin'
got the tunes on the decks strollin'
If I had the time then i'd spend a little more with you
and if I had a hundred million then i'd probably give half to you
Lord of the standard, lord of the landlords
I've been living on the shores of the canyon
pretty girls and ugly guys
twisted dreams and purple skies
back to basics - forward to basics
norms are daytrips - minds are brain-tripped
what's the main lick?
what's the main trip?
-it's like this
I just don't know about the way
I just wished I had some more days in my book
call you up and give you a look
From the edge of the land - Who's that man?
Doin' things that you can't understand
broken or fixed
token or tripped
how many things we can throw in the mix
two thousand sales into two
comin' through it's the Audio Crew
don't bother doin' if it don't sound smooth
as we step with nothing to prove
For all my fella's that sip the Stellas,
DJ's, Grafters, and drug sellers
To the geeks there's no need to be jealous
we're just doin' our thing
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..The only way to settle this out is to play russian roulette!
..Do you know how to play russian roulette?
You play russian roulette this way..
I have this pistol..
..One bullet in the chamber
Spin the cilinder..
..Cock the gun
..Hold the gun to your head and pull the trigger!
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-Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose a future.
Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life.
I chose somethin' else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got all the luck in the world?
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::Computergames don't affect kids::
I mean: if Pacman affected our generation as kids
we'd all run around in darkened rooms eating pills
and listening to repetitive music...
-> suc6 & Geluk
