Jason Bourne
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Dumbass I think, what is your intake
Darkmb101 said:As far as rappers go, he's the best. As a person, i think he needs a personality check.
godofthunder9010 said:Well, he's a fairly typical rap artist. And what is a rap artist? An extremely bad poet coupled with with lots of base, lots of beat and lots of ego-centricism, thusly all "poems" are about one-self.
You could put any message you like to the base lines and beats and it would be just as catchy. There's something wonderful about a really good base line on a really good system.
FutureRANGER said:I like M&Ms, they're really good. Nothing's better than milk chocolate, pure sweet unadulterated artifically ehanced milk chocolate.. I think the peanut ones are the best though, It adds a little more cruncy texture so you can actually chew them, plus they're bigger. I like em.
Jason Bourne said:I recall my original statement, saying that he was a dumbass, he is an ass but i must admit that he is not dumb, after all he took a crap in a CD case and duped 50 million people into buying it. h**l i wouldn't be surprised if their was Backmasking or subliminal messages in it,
everytime i see his face i just want to bash it in with a rock.
it probably wouldn't bother me as much if he didn't use his past to make himself look like he had the roughest childhood in the world. He thinks that because his mom was a drug addict and he never knew his father that he had the hardest life of anyone, maybe he should meet some friends of mine who grew up in Nazi Concentration camps.
omg he grew up in the ghetto wow, good job, i've been down to the supposed "ghettos" in California and Nevada and they can't compare to anything in Chicago, parts of New York, and Miami.
But what really pisses me off is that a bunch of good kids i know worship him like he is Jesus and whenever i try to tell them that he isn't they just turn the music up really loud or spit upon our friendship to defend him.
Seriously my friend thinks that he is all gangster because he has been to court for like 3 counts of assault with a deadly weapon(supposedly he pistol whipped them), i know that he has been to court but i don't know if he has been to court for assault, I highly doubt eminem is anywhere close to gangster considering he got his ass kicked at his own concert by a member of Black Flag(that was hilarious), even if he did pistol whip those people that is not the conduct of a man, that is the conduct of a coward, he claims to be 31 years old when in reality he is a 6 year old boy throwing a tantrum because his mommy didn't discipline him enough, and i don't mean a nice little 6 year old boy, i mean a 6 year old like from the movie The Butterfly Effect, the one who lit the dog on fire, that is what kind of a child Eminem is.
Right, exactly what I said. Really crappy poetry with a beat and a good baseline. Now if your point is "this is an example of superb poetry", then I worry about you.Give the crack to the kids who the h**l cares
one less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
and that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
but things change, and that's the way it is
The Hollow Men T. S. Eliot (1925) said:I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
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