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		<title>Qarizma &#8211; Gülmeyi Unuttum</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Qarizma : yalnız bırakın benibenim derdim bana yeter yeter tek bi kurtuluş kaldıoda ölüm cileyle geçiyoher bi günüm hiçmi gülmeyecek bu yüzüm kalmadı dayanacak gücüm karanlıktı günlerimyüzüm hiç gülmedi yanlızlığa sarıldımacılarım dinmedi isyan ettim her gece ben ölümü bekledim gelmedi ölüm anlatamadım derdimi yalnızım anabana kim elini verdi etsin şu gönlüm bu yalan dönen dünyada [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Qarizma :<br />
yalnız bırakın benibenim derdim bana yeter yeter<br />
tek bi kurtuluş kaldıoda ölüm<br />
cileyle geçiyoher bi günüm<br />
hiçmi gülmeyecek bu yüzüm<br />
kalmadı dayanacak gücüm<br />
karanlıktı günlerimyüzüm hiç gülmedi<br />
yanlızlığa sarıldımacılarım dinmedi<br />
isyan ettim her gece ben ölümü bekledim<br />
gelmedi ölüm anlatamadım derdimi<br />
yalnızım anabana kim elini verdi<br />
etsin şu gönlüm bu yalan dönen dünyada<br />
kurtulamadım cewremdeki yalanlardan<br />
yalancı insanlardanherşey yalan dolan<br />
yaramı sarmasın derdim cok büyük ana<br />
bu yalan dünyada sensin hayat veren bana<br />
hayat darbeyi vurmuş bir kere bana<br />
acılarıma son veremedim baksana<br />
bilmiyorum son gelirmi bu acılarıma<br />
mutluluğa ulaşırmıyım bu yolun sonunda<br />
herşeyi unutum bakarmıyım ben etrafıma</p>
<p>Uğur-E<br />
yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı<br />
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı<br />
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolun sonu yoktu<br />
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu<br />
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu</p>
<p>yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı<br />
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı<br />
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolunmun sonu yoktu<br />
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu<br />
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu</p>
<p>darda bu gönlüm ağladı her gece<br />
yıkılan umutlarıma sarıldım ben seszizce<br />
biliyorum gecen günlerim gelmez geriye<br />
hep sustu anam nefret doldu bedenime<br />
düşündüm kendi kendime sewdiklerim nerede<br />
dipsiz kuyuları aştım sanmıştım yanılmışım<br />
gülmeyi unuttum 18 senede bakışım<br />
rüyalara kanmıştım yalanlarla şavaştım<br />
tek tesellim kalemim bunu ben anladım<br />
unuttum geçmişi artık bağrıma taş basmıştım<br />
parlayan yıldızım vardı onu takip ettim<br />
yolun sonunda ne vardı herzaman merak ettim<br />
ulaşamadım sonuna bak sana fertat ettim<br />
kendimi kaybettim gecen günlerim ölü gibiydi<br />
günlerim eskisi gibi değil ben silinmişim<br />
baksana gözlerime kin ve nefret doludur<br />
unutmuşum gülmeyi biliyorum hayat zordu<br />
sensilik içinde kaldıben artık yalnızım<br />
RAP benim hayatım bunu sonradan öğrendim<br />
defterim ve kalemim sizlersiz ben neyleyim</p>
<p>yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı<br />
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı<br />
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolun sonu yoktu<br />
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu<br />
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu</p>
<p>yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı<br />
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı<br />
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolun sonu yoktu<br />
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu<br />
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu</p>
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		<title>Qarizma &#8211; Kadere İnanmam</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 23:15:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hasret göz yaslarinla kendimi avutamam dönerim dersin ama,kadere inanmam Hasret Göz yaslarimla kendimi avutamam dönerim dersin ama kadere inanmam hergece girdi rüyalarima senden kalan ezet,tuz oldu bu yarama sözlerine kapaldim yazdim seni kanima gitdin gideli yaniyor yüreyim anla anlamasizca ne icler actin basima ben seni cok seviyorum aslinda aklimi kaciriyorum cinnet askamlarinda yar deyip aldin [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hasret göz yaslarinla kendimi avutamam<br />
dönerim dersin ama,kadere inanmam<br />
Hasret Göz yaslarimla kendimi avutamam<br />
dönerim dersin ama kadere inanmam</p>
<p>hergece girdi rüyalarima<br />
senden kalan ezet,tuz oldu bu yarama<br />
sözlerine kapaldim yazdim seni kanima<br />
gitdin gideli yaniyor yüreyim<br />
anla anlamasizca ne icler actin basima<br />
ben seni cok seviyorum aslinda<br />
aklimi kaciriyorum cinnet askamlarinda<br />
yar deyip aldin her aldimda da<br />
hasret rekor gibi düser bagrima<br />
kac kere kiymak istedim kendi canima<br />
bu aksam yine sezizlik düstü icime<br />
gözlerin doldu yüreyimde ceklimez oldu<br />
hasretim beddelimde agladim anilara sezcizce<br />
senzis kecen her günüm sanki bir isgence<br />
sabir kalmadi hartik bende<br />
üzünler vurdu basima yine askin<br />
mekan kurmus yalan günümde<br />
garip kalirsin gitdin yerlerde<br />
aslanmasin benim gibi sevene<br />
ölüm ver allahim ayrilik verme<br />
<span id="more-47898"></span><br />
vasgecmisti hani sen benden<br />
neden döndün simdi neden<br />
tam alisirken senisizliye geldin yine<br />
bu dünya senziz durmuz dönmüyor sanki</p>
<p>baksana su gönlüme<br />
senziz bombos duruyor<br />
hani nerdesin simdi<br />
kadere inanma  (2x)</p>
<p>dinle beni bebeyim<br />
senziz bu can neye yarar<br />
bu kalp seni hic untutmadu untutmayacak<br />
sen benim icimde hic dükenmedin<br />
hala cimde bir acim var<br />
simdi seni kim sarar<br />
gözlerine kim bakar<br />
snei benim kadar kim sever<br />
hangi kalp senin acini ceker<br />
geri dön söyle bana<br />
bu kalp seni nasil affeder<br />
ask mi kasanar yoksa yürke mi kaybeder&#8230;.</p>
<p>Hasret göz yaslarinla kendimi avutamam<br />
dönerim dersin ama,kadere inanmam<br />
baksana su gönlüme<br />
senziz bombos duruyor.</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; Underachiever</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:56:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The space it takes to time travel ain&#8217;t worth the effort Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The space it takes to time travel ain&#8217;t worth the effort<br />
    Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network<br />
    As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect<br />
    This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex<br />
    Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts<br />
    Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack house<br />
    Appachis don&#8217;t stop, but the candle burns<br />
    at both ends while most men just channel surf<br />
    It&#8217;s gonna take more then folded hands to part the skies<br />
    So lets drown from the ground up<br />
    Imperfection starts with I<br />
    am god and god&#8217;s not hard rock or worthy slaves<br />
    Surfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early graves<br />
    I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves<br />
    Built god with satellites, but couldn&#8217;t handle earth<br />
    It&#8217;ll flood &#8217;till the blood spills, but you still wouldn&#8217;t believe it<br />
    No control, alt, delete it<br />
    I&#8217;m on my way to be it<br />
    The time it takes to space travel ain&#8217;t worth the distance<br />
    If I could reach the remote from here then I convert the mission<br />
    Worse then vision splitting headaches<br />
    What man&#8217;s set on looking?<br />
    These books are too heavy, plus the antenna&#8217;s crooked<br />
    The batteries are drained, I think I&#8217;ll wait it out<br />
    But way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couch<br />
    We can slouch into a fetus, all we need is television<br />
    With long spoons to feed us sex and exorcism<br />
    Internet access to find our souls<br />
    E-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodes<br />
    Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man<br />
    Remote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin&#8217; bent<br />
    Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town<br />
    I&#8217;ll die if you have to, you know I&#8217;m down<br />
    With an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun&#8217;s out<br />
    What channels the revolution on? the motherfucking couch</p>
<p>    [Verse 2]<br />
    Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thieves<br />
    When he&#8217;s only fifteen and got a tip from his seeds<br />
    So whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines?<br />
    When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiends<br />
    Rapping teen actors on the magic screen<br />
    Lies for halftime, why&#8217;s he laughin&#8217; at me?<br />
    Let the smoke flow out through his platic speech<br />
    Patching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the fee<br />
    Hack the feet off, at the khaki cuff<br />
    Need batteries for windows, &#8217;cause reality sucks<br />
    Half to give up something right?<br />
    The library&#8217;s sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary code<br />
    Hypnotize my mind, is it time to explode?<br />
    Is my spine a remote, or am I in control?<br />
    As I portray this wisdom image actor see<br />
    But why&#8217;s this plastic thing, pointed back at me<br />
    Pointed back at me (pointed back at me)</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; The Siren of Liberty Island</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I once was asked how to make liberty&#8217;s idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She&#8217;ll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively Just ask pretty penny about her [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once was asked how to make liberty&#8217;s idol last for centuries<br />
    I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy<br />
    She&#8217;ll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies<br />
    She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively<br />
    Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data<br />
    Must&#8217;ve made her mad, well, the way she turned her back away to fuck her neighbor<br />
    Green with envy, seen the ending with her forced force torch a saber<br />
    Ashamed of sister liberty, gimmicky sourced, and faith flavored<br />
    Both whores and finicky sports to play the game<br />
    Left sores and razor pissins, different day, the same invader<br />
    Drift away<br />
    It&#8217;s the way to ensure the surest source for paper<br />
    Ya&#8217;ll can either respect her cheddarish scepter or be a slave to<br />
    Ya&#8217;ll get me, God bless these snakes, bally fakes, and alley-gators<br />
    Walter Raleighed hate, coca-cola bottle flavored mothers and brothers without a say to<br />
    Or way to make the rent, pavement played and spent hence, cavemen make the sense<br />
    And fences for cash prayers<br />
    And past tense saviors<br />
    The same bitch&#8217;ll make you fly two planes just to awake ya<br />
    Dresses like a million bucks in cash favors<br />
    Makes me wanna Ralph Nader, ask Wheezy, Alpha Beta<br />
    It&#8217;s fast feces and mass sedaters, evil masked to master bait us into class rags<br />
    And mass graves through crack crusaders<br />
    Snakes with smart chips that wanna vaccinate us<br />
    Make us fat and racists, mad and rapists, glad it breaks us<br />
    So she cages us like larouche in the bottom of her blackest basement<br />
    Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places<br />
    Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went<br />
    Trash in her left hand, rats in her right<br />
    laughin how the rats altogether rappin, masses jaded</p>
<p>    Stacked like a brick shit house, the louse that hates<br />
    On the shortest route to doubt for clout on an out and out to bait you<br />
    Shapes youth and euthanates truth do for take two<br />
    Soon as Pfizer breaks through she swoops her prey, elusive ain&#8217;t who<br />
    Just do it, flew into two traders, it&#8217;s today&#8217;s news<br />
    Right behind her back, gravity&#8217;s angel, with a great view<br />
    See she&#8217;s a true novice, (novus), ordo seclurum<br />
    See a skewed vote is just more dough to secure em<br />
    To a view broken and short rope to lure them<br />
    To a lewd token choking fool, blue for no insurance, boat cruise ignore the current<br />
    Divorce court adjourned with Gomorrah burnin<br />
    Squirmin like a whore in church, service to her person, worship through her purse width<br />
    Perfume fumes and vermin, loop de loop nooses drew in cursive<br />
    But why&#8217;s she cursin<br />
    Starts with lie (li) ends in birdie (berty) fly, a little worm told me it&#8217;s perverted<br />
    Give me your huddled masses backs so we can crack with burden<br />
    I once was asked how to make liberty&#8217;s idol stand for eons<br />
    She&#8217;d brandish a torch with no light on some stolen land she peed on<br />
    At the base it&#8217;d be a rat race poem for her to rest her feet on<br />
    The whole world stirred green with envy like that sheet she dons<br />
    I once was asked how to make liberty&#8217;s idol last for centuries<br />
    I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy<br />
    She&#8217;ll be standing with her back turned, burning, smirkin towards her enemies<br />
    She&#8217;d better be hollow from head to toe, with horns beamin out respectively</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; The Network</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[feat. Mestizo Don&#8217;t you love it when I hate you and choke your brain You know it&#8217;s hip hop cause I spelled it wrong Naw, glam glitter bitches hit the road to fame Game&#8217;s spinnin in a circle till it&#8217;s loced insane Flawed thought walked in the middle of the talked bought brought Brang and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>feat. Mestizo</p>
<p>    Don&#8217;t you love it when I hate you and choke your brain<br />
    You know it&#8217;s hip hop cause I spelled it wrong<br />
    Naw, glam glitter bitches hit the road to fame<br />
    Game&#8217;s spinnin in a circle till it&#8217;s loced insane<br />
    Flawed thought walked in the middle of the talked bought brought<br />
    Brang and taught as auction block<br />
    Nauseous slop<br />
    The marquee spot<br />
    The coffee&#8217;s hot<br />
    The offer&#8217;s not<br />
    The faulty top<br />
    In tangy malty froth<br />
    Come to salt these crops<br />
    Bobby socks change to Barbie stocks<br />
    With the stop dot dot dot dot plus go to commercial<br />
    Your work load fold, don&#8217;t you turn the dial<br />
    Run a mile in a circle, unlearn a child<br />
    What you earn when you burn into ashes in urns<br />
    With the dirty cash, smirkin murder smile<br />
    That&#8217;s when the party stops<br />
    In the Audi ox<br />
    Plus the blazin hot Bacardi stocks<br />
    Marky Mark rock the same chop block<br />
    (Way back in the day?)<br />
    Don&#8217;t you hate it when I love you and probe your dreams<br />
    You know it&#8217;s hip hop when it&#8217;s out for self<br />
    Singing double thinking time<br />
    Slingin choking screams<br />
    Going once going twice<br />
    Oh, it&#8217;s sold for cream<br />
    Sing along with the pawns of the broken king<br />
    Seen the check comin, runnin, then he sold his queen<br />
    To the piece with it&#8217;s claws in the golden screen<br />
    Think long, think wrong, what the vultures teach<br />
    Floatin thousand dollar liquor, while your culture sinks<br />
    Beep beep in the jeep, why you focusing?<br />
    I never ever let you roaches see the lotus leaf<br />
    Who freed you from the mold so your soul can sing?<br />
    I showed you wealth, in a way, it&#8217;s what you owe to me<br />
    If you leave now, please, now it&#8217;s only me<br />
    Don&#8217;t release that remote, where you going, B?<br />
    All alone I can&#8217;t control my control machine<br />
    I thought you loved it when I hated you and sold you things<br />
    Don&#8217;t leave me dog, I need you like this golden bling<br />
    Like a hole in the dome, and a phone in the jet<br />
    and a step to the edge, till I know you bleed</p>
<p>    I got rims on the yacht<br />
    Spinners on the watch<br />
    Trigger on the cops<br />
    Dinner on the moon<br />
    Been around the world in a pearl balloon<br />
    saloon stocked, on the rocks, and you heard the tune</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; The Highest Commitment</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(Verse 1) Yo, shit ain&#8217;t like it used to be, Not since puberty Who knew our paths would happen to cross so what you do to me But now I love you with every bit of my heart How I used to get you wet when I hit it too hard I can taste you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(Verse 1)<br />
    Yo, shit ain&#8217;t like it used to be, Not since puberty<br />
    Who knew our paths would happen to cross so what you do to me<br />
    But now I love you with every bit of my heart<br />
    How I used to get you wet when I hit it too hard<br />
    I can taste you on my lips, I even love your aroma<br />
    Please stay close to me, we&#8217;ll float into a coma<br />
    I love your red hair, I&#8217;m just dead air without you<br />
    Showed me the light with slight pools hype around you<br />
    You used to love crushed ice cold down your back<br />
    I&#8217;d try to swallow you whole, you rolled down the sack<br />
    But now it&#8217;s empty, you and I&#8217;m whipped, I&#8217;m lonely<br />
    A love letter to you, but yes I hope the phone rings</p>
<p>    2x<br />
    Every penny I made I always brought straight to you<br />
    My thoughts never strayed, I stopped shaving it&#8217;s proof</p>
<p>    (Verse 2)<br />
    If I can&#8217;t have you girl consider this the suicide note<br />
    I miss your mind games ever since you and I broke<br />
    At time you made it hard to breath hard to see the end<br />
    Please one more chance I&#8217;ll never let you slip through my hands again<br />
    I always showed your seeds love<br />
    You were never charmed<br />
    How&#8217;s it better this way, with an empty set of arms?<br />
    I know we said we had to let the air clear a few days<br />
    I thought I knew life, well then along you came<br />
    But now it&#8217;s too late<br />
    You were always more then just a friend to me<br />
    You&#8217;ve occupied everything in my short term memory<br />
    Sure there&#8217;s other fish in the sea<br />
    You snagged the line<br />
    Corny but cold in this empty sack of mine</p>
<p>    2x<br />
    My friends ain&#8217;t seen you, said I should let it be<br />
    But yo girl you&#8217;ll probably be the death of me</p>
<p>    You&#8217;re my source of inspiration, did I pass my limit?<br />
    We used to light an incense, we&#8217;d snap in the kitchen<br />
    Following our instincts with whipped cream in the dark<br />
    The chemistry between us when shit seems to get hard<br />
    We used to cut class to chill, we&#8217;d get alone I&#8217;d choke<br />
    Spittin&#8217; shit I wrote for you, not just blowin&#8217; smoke<br />
    No other will effect me in the same place that you touched<br />
    Sometimes I wish my friends would&#8217;ve never introduced us<br />
    You give me goosebumbs, but the truth is I love it<br />
    Sometimes too much to take, we used to do it in public<br />
    On the train in front of other people she never seemed to care<br />
    Where we was going &#8217;cause sweet love was in the air</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; The</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[But brothers would it kill us to change? And chain &#8216;em up in prison when it filled &#8216;em with hate, cause ain&#8217;t a difference It&#8217;s pound for pound the literal weigh Stay down for now It&#8217;s crowns are minutes away And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs But sang bandstand freedom [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>But brothers would it kill us to change?<br />
    And chain &#8216;em up in prison when it filled &#8216;em with hate, cause ain&#8217;t a difference<br />
    It&#8217;s pound for pound the literal weigh<br />
    Stay down for now<br />
    It&#8217;s crowns are minutes away<br />
    And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs<br />
    But sang bandstand freedom in it&#8217;s business of slaves<br />
    Who paid Jay-Z and Mantan to give it away?<br />
    Shit&#8217;ll take some new brand pants to get us to stay<br />
    Make haste<br />
    To the pinnacle, infinite, made of mineral clay<br />
    Today we&#8217;re diamond, nickled, crippled out of critical rate<br />
    A little wisdom with some rhythm to pray<br />
    A place within em, livin grace as original as the middle of gray<br />
    His cynic cake and Antoinette with a tyrannical taste<br />
    Faith abandoned<br />
    How we wise if even famine obeys?<br />
    Now we&#8217;re swimming with the salmon to calamity&#8217;s lake<br />
    With granite feet, shaped from vanity and grammy speech &#8220;thanks&#8221;<br />
    The late great planet E<br />
    The hand of greed squeezed, fannin these flames<br />
    Nine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it&#8217;d be great<br />
    Time&#8217;s a lie, Yah&#8217;s alive, why&#8217;s it man that we praise?<br />
    Anchor hands and canvas feet<br />
    Like, damn if we say<br />
    Standing deep beneath the, deep between the span of these banks<br />
    It might take a Barbie chant to get the answer dj&#8217;ed</p>
<p>    But man it might change us to stay<br />
    Straight line &#8216;em up and shoot &#8216;em when they cued &#8216;em for fame<br />
    It&#8217;s the same unnamed shooters, through the hoop with the flames<br />
    Saying truth is the rain, remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vain<br />
    Computer Judas rather view it through the tube in his brain<br />
    Supersized, eyes swollen open, two to a cage<br />
    Mother funded dungeons, running on punishment budgets<br />
    Someone&#8217;s up to something<br />
    Govern it, two to a plane for fame, sing it again, a cell<br />
    Scream it, a gain, a name<br />
    Losin it paid us well<br />
    Keep it the same and bang<br />
    Claimin the realest real<br />
    To reel in your favorite slave<br />
    Peeling the seal revealed for real<br />
    His name remains the purest<br />
    See the trees for the forest<br />
    Born to be the force of meteors or screamin it towards us<br />
    They&#8217;d sort us off in sections<br />
    There deception ignores us<br />
    To sort us to the new world<br />
    Or new world orders<br />
    For motherfuckers that would maim us to prey<br />
    Aim and pay &#8216;em off as senators<br />
    The predators bait<br />
    Fate inevites the snake<br />
    Like, whatevers your flav<br />
    Pay the rent for your president<br />
    We&#8217;re peasants or slaves<br />
    Which is better?<br />
    Richest debtors get a whip whipped instead of a say<br />
    Let it fix itself, while dangling from venomous fangs<br />
    Your name is sediment<br />
    The bestest threats to get you to break<br />
    To make the exodus from genocide<br />
    The letters we paint</p>
<p>    But brothers would it kill us to change from vain<br />
    jiggy, diddy, viddy what you give me to up jump the boogie<br />
    But man it might change us to stay the same shitty<br />
    gritty, cities hittin kiddies with fronts, stunts, and hoodies<br />
    Sissies with a name and claim to fame<br />
    woody looking goody, it&#8217;s all boogie to beat beat beat<br />
    With deceit seat seeded and conceit&#8217;s teeth gleamin<br />
    the truth gets diluted to me me me</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; Stress.com</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello I&#8217;m stress, Fuck you! You&#8217;re fired, and pregnant &#8216;Cause I control this twisted carnival, hit the exits I spent your rent on killin&#8217; children, chasin&#8217; red cents Tasted birthday cake, wanna vote? Invade with dead cents From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don&#8217;t chill To money hungry starvin&#8217; artists dressin&#8217; up with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello I&#8217;m stress, Fuck you!<br />
    You&#8217;re fired, and pregnant<br />
    &#8216;Cause I control this twisted carnival, hit the exits<br />
    I spent your rent on killin&#8217; children, chasin&#8217; red cents<br />
    Tasted birthday cake, wanna vote?<br />
    Invade with dead cents<br />
    From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don&#8217;t chill<br />
    To money hungry starvin&#8217; artists dressin&#8217; up with no skills<br />
    So hush, pretend it&#8217;s a game<br />
    Just remember the pain<br />
    Write a song about the industries dust intrigued lust<br />
    Then it&#8217;s the same jargon hardened garbage<br />
    How&#8217;s your liver? How&#8217;s your sister?<br />
    Drown her kids in liquor sips<br />
    Stereo sounds for six figures<br />
    It&#8217;s bigger then right and wrong<br />
    It&#8217;s writing songs for singing sheep to sleep<br />
    Bleach the sheets, Teathin&#8217; leeches teach the feast<br />
    On your babies dreams, &#8217;cause maybe things ain&#8217;t that bad<br />
    Not considering, I&#8217;m not the victim cop this image, cop this insulin<br />
    Rip the infants limb for limb<br />
    Stretch their skins for instruments<br />
    Bang the drum, bang the gun<br />
    Buy the jeans by the hope<br />
    Buy the smoke by the gallon<br />
    Buy the rope by the throat<br />
    Buy the talon by the rope<br />
    Buy the throat by the talon<br />
    Mimicking riddles fillin&#8217; abusions<br />
    Filling these shoes that&#8217;s impossible<br />
    Fossils rockin&#8217; Big Macs and public hip hop and toppled obstacles, and stumbling<br />
    You&#8217;ve got a shot, humilities just an anchor<br />
    Work to turn the slaves into graves<br />
    Ashes to cash dust to pay dirt<br />
    Chalk up a favor, pay it later<br />
    For now we&#8217;ll fake the sound<br />
    Ground shakin&#8217; anti-gravity<br />
    When your wallet weighs you down<br />
    Hip hop cultures flourishing worth worshiping these vulture skulls<br />
    Of target markets, red targets and carbon multiples<br />
    Of headings beading sevens, sixes and small print<br />
    I&#8217;ll be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin shit<br />
    I&#8217;ll be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin shit<br />
    They have eyes but do not see<br />
    I&#8217;m not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin<br />
    I&#8217;m not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin<br />
    I&#8217;m not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin<br />
    I&#8217;m not the victim, I&#8217;m not the victim, I&#8217;m not the victim</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; Ruby Ragdollenne</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Please doctors don&#8217;t worry, not that Ruby liked to be burned She truly was the dreamer, mommy&#8217;s secret singer Would just rarely let a lover beat her Lest she had it coming Well, once or threece maybe, that&#8217;s it But who&#8217;s something Daddy used to hum it with a smile on But never with the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Please doctors don&#8217;t worry, not that Ruby liked to be burned<br />
    She truly was the dreamer, mommy&#8217;s secret singer<br />
    Would just rarely let a lover beat her<br />
    Lest she had it coming<br />
    Well, once or threece maybe, that&#8217;s it<br />
    But who&#8217;s something<br />
    Daddy used to hum it with a smile on<br />
    But never with the lights on, long nights just numbin<br />
    Slutty perfume, and ruined pork roast, soaked wardrobe<br />
    Scars<br />
    Ruby grew up with bubble gum cheeks runnin<br />
    Streets<br />
    Sweet child, steep summit<br />
    Plummet, pink tile and all (Tylenol) a weak stomach<br />
    The driest eyeball, waterfall calm, dream caught, night crawlin, subtle &#8220;aw nothing&#8221;<br />
    The humming birds sang they saw nothing<br />
    But soft rain hanging from the plumbing<br />
    Flooding from her grimace<br />
    Image hiding in this furnace<br />
    Soul soakin in the summer like it&#8217;s breaking in her sunburn<br />
    Monsters in her road home, she knows them by their number<br />
    Her daughter named her mother, she was weeping drunken tangos<br />
    Sunken under vanity table, in shrunken angles<br />
    Rusty angels fuckin with my day dream, the chuckling stain sings<br />
    The drain chokes, the day goes on<br />
    But not a day goes by<br />
    That she don&#8217;t sing those songs<br />
    So the day you fly is the day I died<br />
    Today I die</p>
<p>    Dear weeping Ruby, tears streaking cheek bones<br />
    He moans, he remembers everything, singin three feet of sea foam<br />
    It&#8217;s getting deeper Ruby, we failed you as your brothers<br />
    Your genesis was a whisper<br />
    But exodus like thunder<br />
    And ever since the summer I died<br />
    I&#8217;ve been under high tide<br />
    I can&#8217;t take it no more<br />
    This pain wading my time<br />
    I&#8217;m weighing me down, dear Ruby<br />
    Would you mind if I hang around<br />
    Dear truly<br />
    Would you mind if I stayed and drowned<br />
    Red Ruby<br />
    Would you hate it if I painted out loud<br />
    Dear truly</p>
<p>    Pain staking His palms He can make it along<br />
    But can&#8217;t make it alone<br />
    There&#8217;s strangers playin your song<br />
    Can&#8217;t wait for that long, in Yah&#8217;s cradling arms<br />
    The Creator of all, imperfect Ruby</p>
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		<title>Qwel &#8211; Road Atlas</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 02:55:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Expanding time man I&#8217;m needle whistled breeze at cactus edge Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead Hence this pen is atlas Backing this ball of madness Cracked and dead Set in math and headin fast To crash this anti-accident With heads and monster markers Dueling friends and Brutus&#8217; secrets [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Expanding time man I&#8217;m needle whistled breeze at cactus edge<br />
    Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead<br />
    Hence this pen is atlas<br />
    Backing this ball of madness<br />
    Cracked and dead<br />
    Set in math and headin fast<br />
    To crash this anti-accident<br />
    With heads and monster markers<br />
    Dueling friends and Brutus&#8217; secrets<br />
    Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness<br />
    Let&#8217;s move to move to the peaks of mars<br />
    Ain&#8217;t seen the ocean&#8217;s deep yet<br />
    Sing the pros and cons of congress<br />
    We&#8217;re the only beast that regressed<br />
    With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh<br />
    And drool before this crippled pope<br />
    And droolin speech it&#8217;s greed fest<br />
    These thugs need to think hard<br />
    Scarred murderers with weak hearts<br />
    And stars sellin souls for dough<br />
    Misleadin folks like we god<br />
    There&#8217;s an ethos<br />
    Learn to read think seek the release of enoch<br />
    Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought<br />
    Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo<br />
    And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho<br />
    Can&#8217;t wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo<br />
    But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel<br />
    With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles<br />
    Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya<br />
    Cause on this rip death&#8217;s an angel<br />
    Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls<br />
    Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home<br />
    It&#8217;s simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables<br />
    Whispering winter upon it&#8217;s finger tips just to skin this maple</p>
<p>    I sing of that harvest<br />
    I sing of that breeze<br />
    And stingin footprints and fingernails<br />
    And deep inhale this sleep<br />
    I must admit though<br />
    When it flips snow<br />
    Rain or hail I tweek<br />
    It&#8217;s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it&#8217;s me<br />
    I sing of that harvest<br />
    I sing of that breeze<br />
    And stinging footprints and fingernails<br />
    And deep inhale this sleep<br />
    I must admit though<br />
    When it flips snow<br />
    Rain or hail I tweek<br />
    It&#8217;s the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it&#8217;s me</p>
<p>    I seen it all the saw sings<br />
    The carpenter&#8217;s not real<br />
    I led my teeth along your long desert<br />
    And measured what I can steal<br />
    Saw nothing of worth<br />
    Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped<br />
    Stainless orphan he said<br />
    I&#8217;m the dust this table must be my name<br />
    Stained glass hand grooves in the handle<br />
    Man I seen it all I mean it<br />
    Ask any handsaw that&#8217;s a handsaw<br />
    Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin<br />
    Busy describing what I&#8217;m a paint when I&#8217;m a paint but why am I painting�<br />
    I&#8217;m table oasis with no places left set to eat at<br />
    Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel<br />
    Hand me to me to reap the feedback<br />
    Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that&#8217;s<br />
    The problem�<br />
    He&#8217;s a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails<br />
    Pretending he&#8217;s pretending he&#8217;s pretending<br />
    Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit<br />
    Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it&#8217;s stomach<br />
    Turns mine signed turn mime now it&#8217;s gimmicks in his mic check<br />
    Ripping nothing on purpose<br />
    To purpose this image in our likeness<br />
    Like like<br />
    I guess these little rich bitches must think we like stress<br />
    Right right<br />
    From fondulac to Iraq and back it&#8217;s life&#8217;s test<br />
    and life&#8217;s ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says<br />
    And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life&#8217;s ledge<br />
    We read it right they wrote it wrong<br />
    And left all of these mics dead<br />
    Couldn&#8217;t see the writing on the wall<br />
    Through all the ballers at the hype fest<br />
    Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends<br />
    And it&#8217;s as real as that solo serpent<br />
    Rollin for dough low in his nice benz</p>
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