My new lockscreen 😏
Parents, I’m talking from personal experience, don’t invalidate your child if they come out to you. I just came out to my mom as asexual and her first reaction was, “No you’re not. You’re still young and those senses develop over time. Plus, asexuality does not exist. It’s just society trying to shove a label down your throat. Every human being is born with pheromones.”
Do you know how soul-crushing that is to a child? To be denied a label that you discovered yourself and took a lot of self-exploration in order to confirm? I’m just glad that I didn’t tell her the other parts of my identity.
My point is, if your child comes out to you, try to accept them. There is literally no harm in trying. And if it turns out they were wrong later, they were wrong. Remember that they are your child and they trust you a lot in order to come out to you. Just try to hear them out.
246. Mothers of Invention, Freak Out! **** Pre-punk influencers of the Minutemen, the Dead Milkman, NOFX. Sometimes you need some doo-wop weirdness and satire. Respect your forefathers (or mothers as the case may be!) 😆 Kazoo-time!
487. Cyndi Lauper, She’s So Unusual ***** album art! Fashion! (The bottom of her white pumps is van Gogh’s “Starry Night” for god sake.) Song choice! Consider me a big fan and child of the 80s. This was one of my first albums owned and played on my Fisher Price record player. Cyndi is the poppunkwave Betty Boop. “He’s So Unusual” and “Money Changes Everything” are still favorites. I always loved that little ska jam “Witness.” “She Bop” is a radical song about masterbation. Fun fact! It was also included on the Parents Music Resource Center’s “Filthy Fifteen” list, due to its sexual lyrics; this led to the creation of the Parental Advisory sticker. Revisit while quarantined and an impromptu dance party in your living room!
AND UNTIL I’M DONE, WORD UP, GET DOWN, FAT BEATS, LOUD SOUND, SON OF A GUN, DROPING BOMBS, SMOKE ONES, SHOCK TWICE, BRING THE DRAMA, TAKE A JOINT BUT DON’T CHOKE, TAKE A BREAK, TAKE ONE LAST BREATH, MY BEATS ARE FAT, YOU KNOW MY SLANG, I DO RAPS AND I MEANT ON ONE TANG, YOU KNOW MY STREET, WALKED ON 8 MILE FEET’S ROAD, I DON’T KNOW, I WAS BORED, YOU KNOW MY TEASE, MY PERSPECTIVE AND RETROSPECTIVE, MY SCHOOL, BITCH PLEASE, EASY, DON’T GO CRAZY, STREETS STILL TRADING GREEN G’S, CLICK YOU ALL, WU TANG KILLER BEES, LISTEN, WATCH, FEEL, BETTER RUN OR FREEZE. GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, BLOW MY JIZZ, STOP JUSTIFIED MIKE AS A REGULAR THING, STOP TESTIFY, BLING, BLING THING, HERE THEY COMES, NEW RAP KINGS, PITUDAKEJ SLIMS, NICK’S AND COBIZ DRAFTED AND TRADED BEATS, PAINTED BRICKS ON GRAFFITI FORTY FOUR FLIPS, TRIPPY AND SLEEPY, RIDDING SINNERS WITH BIG BOOTY BITCHES AND CHICKS, SO SUCK MY BIG DICK, CREEPY AND TIPSY, DRINKING COKE AND EATING CHIPS IN JEEPS ON THE 22 INCH WHEELS, AND PIMPS, WHO KNOWS, DREAMS BECAME BIG THINGS, DON’T APPROACH THIS SHIT, LISTEN, DON’T USE RAP LIKE COMMERCIAL TRICK, DO YOU WANT BEEF WITH ME, YOU’RE SNIFFED, TRIPPED, STIFFED AND TWO ROUND FLIPPED AND DRIFTED, BRATE JA SAM ISTINSKI MIT, SLEAZED AND SLIPPED, FIXED TO USE YOUR CLIPPED BEAT, FLOW, SHEET, TAKE A SEAT, YOU ARE CREAM CREEP, DON’T SLEEP, LIVE YOUR DREAM, STICK WITH IT, JUST LISTEN WHAT MY RHYMES BRINGS, TO YOU, TO YOUR HOOD, COLLECT YOUR CREW AGAINST SMALL BUT CHOSEN SCENE, SERBIAN THE WORST MEAN, TAKE YOUR TIME, STEAMY, SHIMMY SHAM, YOU STILL STINK, YOU GEEK, REPRESENT YOUR TEAM, DROP YOURS, THINK, NOW YOU ARE TALKING WITH A SHRINK, WITH DIRTY DOZEN, EXPECTED AND SEEMED TO BE SEINED, CLEANED AND CRACKED, STEAMED. - THINK ABOUT YOU - WHO WILL BE YOU, IN ABOUT A YEAR OR TWO, LOOK DON’T BLINK, WHAT WILL BE, IF YOU STAND UP ALONE G, SAME TRIP, ALWAYS FREE, YOU MUST KNOW THAT THIS SCENE WILL NEVER BE YOUR OWN, OVERTHROWN DOWN TO THE END, GROWN ON THE DIRTY BELGRADE STREETS, BORNE, RAISED, PROVED, AND SHOWN, FUCK WITH ME AND YOU HEAD WILL BE BLOWN, YOU BETTER STAY BRO’, BETTER LAY LOW, DON’T YOU ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW. LISTEN TO ME IN THIS PROJECT, WHY YOU LISTEN AND DO RAPS, TELL ME ABOUT THAT STORY JUST YOUR FACTS, LISTEN MOST POWERFUL GROOVE, RESELECTS, CRIPES AND BLOODS STAKES, NO NEED TO PROVE, I’M HERE TO DO IT FOR TRUE, I STEPPED ON THE SCENE STAGE WITH KRITIKAL MAD SELF HANDMADE HARD WRECKING CREW, STUDIED AND GRADUATED STREET SCHOOL, DON’T YOU JUST STAND THERE, TAKE YOUR MONEY AND MOVE. MY DUNGEON IS MY CITY, WORDS INSPIRED ME TO DO RAP’S DIRTY, TO FEEL ME, LIKE I’M SENTENCED TO LIFE IN PRISON, IN THE AIR IS MIKE HUNT SEASON, ON THE STREET YOU CAN BE CRISSCROSSED WITH NO REASON, THAT’S SOME LAW, YOU SAW WHAT YOU SAW, AND YOU CAN ONLY SURVIVE AS OUTLAW. ADDICTED TO RAP AND DEDICATED TO THIS CALL, WE ALL WALKING ALONE AND WORDS ARE MINIMAL, SOUNDS OF RAGE, FELLING OF FREEDOM, FREEDOM OF SPEECH, THAT’S ONLY WE HEAR, CLOSE IS NEAR UNTIL WE RECOGNIZE SYSTEM FEAR. IGNORE SCHOOL AND YOU MUST BECOME A FOOL, RUN AWAY AND YOU MUST PLAY BY THE RULE, SO PLAY ON YOUR WAY AND LISTEN TO JAM ON THE BOOM BAP TRAP RAPPING SLAM, STRICTLY PITUDAKEJ. LYRICAL CONTENT UNDER PRESSURE, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY, RAP IS MY ONLY PLEASURE, MY ONLY TENDENCIES AND MEASUREMENTS, RHYME PAYMENTS, TESTED AND TO MANY TIMES WASTED, SOME SERIOUS BITCH, EXPIRED AND WIRED, BANG, BANG, GOD DAMN HE WAS A SNITCH. MY LIFE RETROSPECTIVE, MY BURNING THOUGHTS, THERE IS A LINE, NO MISSING WORDS, JUST ONE SIGN, LYRICS AND SHIT, LIKE STATE OF MIND, WORD EXPRESSIONS ARE ALL MINE, WHICH RHYMES SOUNDS MORE DRAMATICALLY, BUT SKILLS ARE VOTED PRACTICALLY, KEEP THE PEOPLE ON THE LEVEL, LISTEN MY REBEL MOTHERFUCKING YELL ON THIS GLORY DAY, AND HEY, THAT’S WHY I SPEAK ABOUT RAPS AND POLITICS WITH RESPECT AND REVOLT. I PRESENT TO YOU A NEW DIMENSION, TO STOP TRIPPING AND TO START LIVING, TO LIVE LIKE IT SHOULD; I WILL HELP THE BEST I COULD, I’M NIGHTTRAIN FOOL, MY BATTLE IS CRUEL, I’M ON THE TRACK RUNNIN LIKE CHICAGO BULL, NOW TAKE OFF AND PREPARE FOR NEXT STROPHE, AND IF YOU WANT MORE YOU BETTER START DOING THAT LINE OF FOR SHORE. WHO’S RESPONSIBLE, EVERYTHING’S POSSIBLE, BECAUSE MY MIKE IS REMARKABLE, ONLY ONE MADEN FOR TROUBLE, THAT’S FOR WHAT YOU WAITING FOR, YOU ARE GOOD RAPPER, WHAT YOU NEED A MICROPHONE, FOR WHAT FOR, I WANT REAL RAPS TALK, I WANT MORE, MORE. THIS DOG IS DEAD WRONG, SO I MUST RAP THIS SONG TO MOVE ALONG, BUT I MUST SEE IS IT MIKE RIGHT, STOP WITH THAT BURGH AND DON’T APPROACH THIS STUFF, GAME FINISHED TO AN END, YOUR BIG TALK IS A CLEAR BLUFF, JUST RAPS A LOT, WHAT,, GIVE ME ONE MORE RHYME DROP, TEQUILA SUNRISE SHOT, WHAT’S ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. YOURS RHYMES WILL BE HEARD, WHAT IS MORE POWERFUL THAN YOUR WORD, LESSON IS KILL OR BE KILLED, SHOT STRAIGHT IN THE MIDDLE BECAUSE –LIFE AND WALKING THRU ALL HIP HOP PARTS AND SEGMENTS IS ONE BIG RIDDLE. WALK AND TALK FASTER, FROM MONSTER DISASTER TO MASTER BLASTER, AND CEREMONIES ARE GREAT, I USE SPECIFIC HATE, I HAVE FAITH, GIRLS TALK ABOUT, FROM MOUTH TO MOUTH, THEY WANT SOMETHING, WHAT, I DON’T KNOW, THERE’S NO DOUBT. AT THE END OF THIS CONCLUSION I REJECT A RAP AS AN ILLUSION, BUT I, I ACCEPT THIS COLD RAP MIX TAPE TWISTED FUSION, PUBLIC DISTORTION, RHYMES LIKE HAND GRANATES, RUN AS LONG AS YOU CAN, HERE COMES A BIG ATOMIC HIP HOP EXPLOSION, YOUR DEEP CLEANING AND EXTORTION, MY SOUL ERUPTION, SOME NEW WORDS POEM CONSTRUCTION. THE GREAT KEY IS ON THE WAY TO SAY MY RHYMES AWAY, JOIN TO THE GAME AND SAVE THE DAY, GOD DAMN, I’M ON THE SCENE, BACK AGAIN, FIRST KISS AND FIRST GIRLFRIEND ARE SOMETHING SPECIAL, THE REST BITCHZ ARE GREAT, I’M KEEPING THEM STRAIGHT, BACK TO BACK, I DON’T MIND ON MY RAP STORIES, LONG GONE PAST, I’M RUNNING FOR SOME GHETTO GIRL, BLOCKZ, GRAFFITI, RAP MUSIC, BUT NOT SO FAST, POINTED TO SEX, WHY NOT, I’M NOT JUST MC AND I’M NOT JUST FUNK MASTER FLEX ON THE HOT TRACKS, KEEP MOVING, LIKE FLASH SAIDED ONES THIS ARE THE BRAKES ON THE CRACK SNACKS, REAL RAPS ON THE MIKE, LISTEN NOW WHAT BIG PAPA MARK THE MIKE’ SAY. NEVER MIND FOR A TROUBLE PASSED, YOU FEEL ONE COLLECTIVE OUTCAST, WHO KNOWS PUBLIC CRITICS, THE LAST, AND THE BEST. WHAT’S REST, BECAUSE WHO CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CULTURE? THAT’S FOR YOUTH, WHITE SNICKERS, BLACK SOUTH, SOMETHING LIKE TRUTH, SOMETHING YOU REJECT AND SOMETHING YOU ‘BOUT, I’M STILL ON THE COURT TO CLEAR YOUR THROAT, AND I MUST TO GIVE OUR TRUTHFULLY MADEN SUPPORT BEHIND OUR FORT BETWEEN EAST, SOUTH, WEST AND NORTH, FROM ALL SIDES OF OUR LITTLE WORLD !
voice killin’ - ‘noth’ dayz fillin’ - nigga'z chilli'n - how survivor dealin’ wit dat trippin’ - boyz illin’ - trillin’ on flow - ooooh dat biggie - nowz how to showz - there they goez - snippin tha snowz - pitudakej homegrownz - trowz gunnin’ - that girl’s bugz bunny - no problems - no money - my qurious sony -slappy and crapy dayz r gone - die, try, buy, or simply shy - and why, cry or smile - this man want to take his peace of that pie - yo know, is it a crime to fight for what is mine - man, i just wanna do rap, lyrics on my mind passin’ by - to rhyme - sgntr. cold crushin groove move’“”'pitudakej inspiration crew - done that - been there , this shit going right now on is rare, participate, dont think that you can just stare at this moth’'fkng rebel yell, mashine gun funk bell’s ringin’, waiting for your grabin’ and stabin man!
funky sista’, bloody cripsta’, 'tell them what time is it’ - yo’ rappin’ that sh’t as we 'ol know like revoltin’ and fight wit’ that myth, unique rhyme’s on tha creepy beat’ - so girl hit them wit tha rolling stick when you r angry with it - keep them 6’ feet deep - rap knowledge comes from tha school street - girl yo bangin’ tha paper sheet -keep them heads ringin’ - turn them on tha battle set - shoot them while they sleepin’ - fine lyrics - like words selectin’ and points to fingin’ - keep them trippin’ - go straight and keep on winnin’ - big respect for yo’ 'ol, i want that girl to be like my own, space, where im goin’ to write, rap and paint sum lyrics bases, sweet mother full of grace, goddamn i see angel when im lookin’ to her beloveable face, show me, teach me, little girl i’m very open for love, yo callin’ it sex, get mess, i want just a little peace of that ass! ! !
blast 'till my breath pass me away, movin’ slow, movin fast, no less, pk raise it up, nik’s beat give yo a little test, clean white paper sheet, rhymes to treat, no mo’ funnin games - here comes the mc with brain and who can handle it - no gunz - no golden chains - just rapresents - so sweat like pancakes - i give my best, untill my words be the last, so shutupyoface 'cause every moment in life is another chance !!!
pk platform - from dusk till’ down - my rhymes to fat - pitudakej street - thats where i’m from - reborned - stoned - so i write lyrics for this rap bomb - strictly from the pk area and lyricist verses forms - underground or commercial - no matter what - it must be most significant wordplayaz song - hardcore - it must be - thats for sho’’, bro’’ !!! - homegrown
one opportunity, one unity, one love cuz every moment in life is another chance, life is one so dont waste it!!! clean white paper sheet is here but the words are missin’, i hope now for you, one - two - three, yo must know wat’s political chasin’ !!!
dynamite the planet rock - bitch show me yo swaga jack - fire that pussy crack - from the stack like black mack !
i dont give a damn cent for that english akcent - bitch you want money, gold and bent -so f***you, not today, get all of that from someone else !!!
mechanic - melanholic - black croniq - beat boxin it - psichotic is a humanity, thats facts and reality ! straight - aight - aight - you can run but you cant hide - compton ride !!!
hip-hop poetry may be dangerous - may cause blindless and lyrical overdose - burnout- with no doubt - who da fuck started it first - who still stands until last - what comes next - who falled into - who always been into - rap game never been smashed out, who bring to the top down south - who’s leadin’ the crowed - dope rhymes and fat sound - still on da mic’ - straight wordplays and strongest punchlines - real rhymes - hip-hop music with no compromise - like this - like that - tasty like burger - kingsize - home studio sessions and battles, cold as ice - too hard, too loud - thats what i’m talking about !!!
drunk funk, lyrical bank robbery crank and fuckin dem right, sayin wat one rap monk, should track till sunk, i told ya man, wat a paper sheets junk, but wat to blank, on rang and yell bout distract on lectures avengers, pitudakej slamers, party bangers, straight slangers, rhyme setlements, studio finesse measurements, just seat back and relax, gunz, money and sex, be my passengers true my fuzzy words games, so ladies and jentlements, take a place in the freak cinema, on shiny colors walls you can see other kind of our worlds, on paper you cant see different kind of rough words, so boom rush ya show, brick by brick, enter but leave yo joint stics, no stress, no madness, i just guess, dont know much bout regreats, strenght in white and black, raps my passion, thats not just my sound, thats not just my boom bap, not just another hip hop set, so get back, clap back, slang sum track bang tang instead, or take a little napp break, cids better run yo beds, this is my recordings stakes, its cant be, never late, my bake, my take, my place in this society runnin me out of tacts, my confessions, my lyrical facts, tracks, sum sound like dropin a bomb, like brakin a window glass, so lets rap together, dont act a sadness, release your madness, be involved, make a real mess in your heads.
microphone checked, we braked your necks, you decline but you wrecked and smacked and looked at those bitchz ass black deck, my head was focused this days, we do not forget i’m stared at those fags, i needed some coffee drink man, boiled and spoiled my chain brained, thc and one smoke of those solid grammar slangs, one, two, i got my eyes on my crew, yo’ know how i did, i watched pitudakej dogz backs, i inspected the tacted facts, so don’t, distracted out the black macks, that mikes r stepped and heared but not listened in and out, like this, like that, to fat about that, support and reported to this elementary and taped perfectly bassivity rap tracks, homemade slams..