okay, so some people were having trouble looking at my blog when i changed my blogskin yesterday.
Now I resorted to Pimp another Blogskin. eheh.
so there you have it. a Ghetto blog.
though I'm still lazy to change the music playlist. Sum41 is in it. John lennon too.
Oh the hilarity! XD
And don't mind the Killuminati 2Pac video and lyrics there too.
Its part of the PimpOver. eheh.
Oh, excuse my coarse language on some parts of the blogskin.
It gives an extra boost of Gangsta look to it. Ya digg?
XD
Signin' off,
Azlan
I TOTALLY PIMPED THIS SKIN! AHA
navigate using the bars above, YA DIGG!
Okay, to make navigation easier:
Orange button - Don't bother clicking if you don't have the time. haha
Blue Button from top to bottom respectively - Profile, Some random facts, To do list, and Tagboard
Purple Button - My blog posts
Green Button - Heck, just press the 2nd button and you'll see the links to my friends.
KILLUMINATI
by 2Pac
[2Pac] Let it be prophesized; niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga cause I'm comin back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces
Momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat
and I ain't even got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah
Every nigga breathin pay attention
Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati
Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac
[Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
[2Pac]
After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again
Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin
Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin niggaz pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder shit
God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[E.D.I. Amin]
I spend most of my time bankin niggaz
because they hate a nigga, comin across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin
O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin fuckin with that
We bustin back comin back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters
Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati
[Kadafi]
They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate
Choppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
Times its world war three up in these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds
Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati
Chorus
[2Pac]
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Hold it down, hold it down
Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
Hold it down, hold it down
You know what type of shit we be
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
You want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real
Hold it down, hold it down
Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Fuck with me nigga you get killed!
Hold it down, hold it down
It don't get no realer than this
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my motherfuckin name nigga?
Hold it down, hold it down
My niggaz we all bad
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my muh'fuckin name nigga?
Hold it down, hold it down
What's my muh'fuckin name?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Outlawz in this BITCH
Death Row at his finest
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain..
Outlawz..
P R O F I L E
How I Do Me :D
I Am Azlan. Likes: Making Music. Writing Poems. Rap. Looking At Pretty Girls. Acting HotStuff. XD Dislikes: Nothing.
Profiles: Facebook
I may look like a poser but fuck it I'm fresh!
I'm tucked neat, I'm sleek, copy that, I'm Zest!
Copy back, Um Yes, I roll with the best!
Studio 'a hundred and one' is where my fam is at!
I don't copy no style, I don't copy and write!
I steal and make em' mine, its called copyright!
People copy mine, cos they know I'm good with it!
Like I said, not a poser I'm just fresh with it!
S E V E N T E E N
RANDOM FACTS
RANDOM FACTS
well, i am 17 years old, aren't i? oKay, maybe not yet. but this year i am.
ONE I went to school with mum's black pants on the first day of school. TWO I don't brush my teeth regularly. THREE I wax up my hair with Gatsby Moving Rubber. FOUR I'm a straight up MotherEffin' G. FIVE Killuminati! SIX I'm an Asian Nigga. SEVEN Rap is ma Thang. EIGHT I'm ghetto clothes-wise. NINE That's why i wore my mum's black pants to Campus on my first day (JAN Intake 2010) TEN I'm broke as hell. ELEVEN Really. TWELVE I'm. THIRTEEN Just. FOURTEEN Effin'. FIFTEEN Bored.
T O D O L I S T
I ain't got nuthin' better to do. really.
T A G B O A R D
Spit Yo Game MotherFucka!
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NEW SKIN
12:10 AM - Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sentosa Outing During the Holidays
1:08 AM - Sunday, April 18, 2010
okay, i haven't yet updated you guys with the Sentosa Outing we had during our last week before School Re-opens for the Apr Intake.
I'm quite lazy right now. So let these pictures do the talking.
I'm quite lazy right now. So let these pictures do the talking.
I open my eyes and things went back to normal.
5:04 PM - Thursday, April 8, 2010
So i had a few tussles and turns on the bed before waking up at 3 in the morning. I was coughing mad. Drank some water and got back to sleep.
then in this la la land of mine, i dreamed of a mysterious arab (gypsy?)girl. Our eyes met. she's an exchange student, i assumed. So i tried hitting on her. Damn, those beautiful eyes and fair white complexion and that sweet smile! I couldn't really remember now what she wore. It could be a red or a black dress. but damn, those facial features are gorgeous!!
I was trying to strike a conversation, despite the language barrier.
"Ah, you're an Arab," was all i could muster.
of course, i tried to shake hands with her to introduce ourselves.
but her hands said no and i know why. it wasn't appropriate of us.
but then she changed her mind. She raised her left hand. Our fingers touched.
Cold yet i felt the warmth in it. I giggled. Our hands both still intact. well, not shaking, just holding. She smiled. Eye to eye, i wanted her to know that I'm attracted to her. She could sense it too. Perhaps she felt the same way?
I left her and ran as far away into another spiraling dimension of other weird dreams.
I woke up, and open my eyes. Damnit! Why did I even run away from her? She was too perfect to be true. Argh! And back to reality facts.
I'm a single guy. I get jealous easily over lovely couples.
I'm still waiting for Miss Right to come by.
I guess, maybe this is why i got such an exotic dream.
well, dreams are always the opposite of reality.
So if i get this right, this dream just meant one thing.
I'm yearning for someone to love.
then in this la la land of mine, i dreamed of a mysterious arab (gypsy?)girl. Our eyes met. she's an exchange student, i assumed. So i tried hitting on her. Damn, those beautiful eyes and fair white complexion and that sweet smile! I couldn't really remember now what she wore. It could be a red or a black dress. but damn, those facial features are gorgeous!!
I was trying to strike a conversation, despite the language barrier.
"Ah, you're an Arab," was all i could muster.
of course, i tried to shake hands with her to introduce ourselves.
but her hands said no and i know why. it wasn't appropriate of us.
but then she changed her mind. She raised her left hand. Our fingers touched.
Cold yet i felt the warmth in it. I giggled. Our hands both still intact. well, not shaking, just holding. She smiled. Eye to eye, i wanted her to know that I'm attracted to her. She could sense it too. Perhaps she felt the same way?
I left her and ran as far away into another spiraling dimension of other weird dreams.
I woke up, and open my eyes. Damnit! Why did I even run away from her? She was too perfect to be true. Argh! And back to reality facts.
I'm a single guy. I get jealous easily over lovely couples.
I'm still waiting for Miss Right to come by.
I guess, maybe this is why i got such an exotic dream.
well, dreams are always the opposite of reality.
So if i get this right, this dream just meant one thing.
I'm yearning for someone to love.
Labels: Arab girl, Dream interpretation, exotic, mysterious, single
just an update
9:54 PM - Saturday, April 3, 2010
Okay, just a little update.
My sore throat is no longer sore. But what's bothering me now is this irritating phlegm that's tickling my throat, making me cough up phlegm, which could be painful sometimes. Hope i get better before this coming Tuesday. Cos I and fellow UJD classmates are having a potluck @ Sentosa.
And some action pack fun activities, which will be pretty much unpredictable cos it haven't even started yet. XD
Sandwich or Agar-agar?
hmMmmmMmmm...
My sore throat is no longer sore. But what's bothering me now is this irritating phlegm that's tickling my throat, making me cough up phlegm, which could be painful sometimes. Hope i get better before this coming Tuesday. Cos I and fellow UJD classmates are having a potluck @ Sentosa.
And some action pack fun activities, which will be pretty much unpredictable cos it haven't even started yet. XD
Sandwich or Agar-agar?
hmMmmmMmmm...
A R C H I V E S
Prison
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A F F I L I A T E S
My Goons.
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Amalina
PutriSastra
Nabs
Rachel
Hui Qi
Li Ling
Amani Shaynabelle
Wadiah
Nid
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