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got to the station before the tank became empty
the gauge had been falling for quite some time
need a replacement with a turbo valve which is a trendy
get rid of this old pump which is a real lime.
the fuel in the tank is much like the ol’ days
sluggish and stalls when I drive in high gear
no pep in my step, the throttle sticks and stays
plenty of smoke stifling me I choke with fear
in and out of the shop so many of my trips
titrating the octane to get the most thrust
hook up to the pacer tracer to see the engine drips
am told my crankcase is clogged but won’t combust.
had been hoping to drive down victory lane
scan the waves of those classy cars
now with plenty of grime and strain
I just idle under those million of stars.
an overhaul would surely make me glow
run with an ejection fracture of over 60 percent
glide to the tune of ‘go daddy go’
getting out of this mud and descent
new filters and gas lines connecting all
boosting up my compression horsepower
never to sputter again and stall
will make good time during the rush hour
will need to get a spot n the garage
match up my specs with spotty new parts
do the sponge count and then a massage
RPM’s steady, all is a go on the charts.
tachs are perfect, no signs of fault
transferring now to air valve inlets
open chambers slowly and do not halt
at first turn over, place your bets
cheers from the side lines all is well
engine purring no pings or dings
successful transfer just listen to the bell
shifting gears to route 66, freedom now rings
analogy of "a new heart"
I dominate the mic like a Viking
Stand strong like a champion
So come and place your bets
On this mic veteran
The kid is in to win again
I'm turning u wick mc's into has beens
I'm speaking about them dudes who front on Hip Hop
Dudes like that should be
Stopped, Dropped and Popped
In their tracks
Like a rat in a nap sack
I'll break'em all down
And break their freaking necks
I have no love for a nigga
Who fakes the funk
Talking that gangsta
But his life like punk
Now c'mon dawg its got to be a better way
If u Ain't true to this game then u shouldn't play
Me myself I represent Hip Hop
Suckers want to step up
I bet your bottom your going get your boots knocked
But L, the mighty L
Nigga I'm the truth
Can't u sucker tell
I see fit to get rip and flip the script and kick some ish
To make your head trip
No, No, No
I'll never quite when it comes to a hit nigga
And if U want to battle
It's going to be some ish nigga
That's unfit when you’re dealing with a misfit
Because once you slip your going to get your azz wipe
Like Reginald Denny
get tossed like a penny
The name is Nsideout aka Linnie
I'm a terminator
Terminating u punk MC's
Exterminator
Wiping out u niggas with ease
Eliminate
Put 'em out their misery
Niggas want front or purp a stunt you'll catch a couple of these.
So I say all of that to say this
I'm not a thug or a gangster
But I'm a lyrical genius
So don't believe the hype
IT'S JUST WORDS!
First time I saw her I didn't know
If I'd seen an angel or if, I'd seen a ghost
Just could not believe that she was real
I'd never felt the way she made me feel
.
And her eyes looked at me
In a way I'd never seen
That said "boy it's a gamble, but you can place your bets on me."
And no matter where we go
Or no matter where we've been
When I look into your eyes
I'd bet on you again
.
And we've been down some hard roads
And felt all alone
I've put her thru hell
But you'd never know
And I've pushed her away
When God knows I've needed her most
.
And I don't deserve her
Sure as hell didn't earn her
Now we're growing old
And I just can't believe
That gamble I took so long ago
Sure paid off for me!
.
And her eyes looked at me
In a way I'd never seen
That said "boy it's a gamble, but you can place your bets on me."
And no matter where we go
Or no matter where we've been
When I look into your eyes
I'd bet on you again
.
Sometimes late at night when the darkness sets in
All I can sense is the fear in my head
I reach out to her she's still there
Where she's always been
My angel my woman my lover . . .
My best friend
.
And her eyes looked at me
In a way I'd never seen
That said "boy it's a gamble, but you can place your bets on me."
And no matter where we go
Or no matter where we've been
When I look into your eyes
I'd bet on you again
My angel my woman my lover . . .
My best friend
Show a little finesse, place a bet.
You’re just in time for the game, get some skin, the fix is in.
What’s more American than cashing in?
The real winners do, and now that could be you.
With suckers out there waiting, scamming is as easy as creating
an NFT, bitcoin, an online bet or a romance baiting.
You’ll be a witness, as the wise guys step in, for the NFL it’s a win-win
You get the excitement you need and the real playas get the proceeds.
Come on, Mr slick ricky, you know you’ve got to be bold to win gold
winners double-down, they never fold—the thrill never gets old.
The winners will add your measly bucks to their pot.
Let's admit, all you’ve got, isn’t a lot - it wouldn’t, say, fuel a yacht.
So, step up, place your bets, you’re in the digital front row all the time,
don’t be lame, be part of the game, it’s greasy, sleazy, organized crime.
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A song for this:
Vicious Games by Yello
The Game of Love (feat. Michelle Branch) [Main/Radio Mix] by Santana
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I LOVE NFL football, but now every commercial is for some sports book like “Draft Kings.”
How can the NFL, increasingly in league with gambling books, not end mobbed-up and fixed?
It’s ruining NFL football - the illusion that it’s a real sporting competition.
Once they start calling the NFL “entertainment” and not sports - it’s over.
The game I grew up loving will be like pro wrestling.
You're hoping for something
That'll bring you around
Better than the nothing
You've already found
Not sure you know this
But I've news for you
Life is a meadow
You go running through
Of the world and its promises
You've had your fill
Don't believe a word that they say
And you never will
You may taste the sweet freedom
And still be deeply in debt
But life is a gamble
So you best place your bets
A cause for relief
Always comes into light
And you need to let
Your little one shine
Here's a little something
A secret that's kept
Life is a pool
We all do laps in
You brain storm when you can
To be let off the hook
With the line still attached
You'd toss it back if you could
You may not believe
But take a look at the facts
Life is a fast train
Rolling on rusty tracks
It's mind over matter
But what really matters to you
Is not what you've done
But what you're going through
The reason being
You're most times out to lunch
Life is a menu
We order off of
It's not a piece of cake
But where's your piece of the pie
The truth in the knowledge
Is hidden deep in the lie
Though you try your best
There still is regret
Life is a fastball
Try and catch it if you can
"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces!
Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high.
Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees;
Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly.
May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot
Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires.
Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched
And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire!
Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them,
For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues
None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit
That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'.
Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well?
Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod?
There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money
And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God!
Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news!
Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds!
Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter!
Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter!
Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.
Welcome to the grand MGM Hotel! Roll out the red carpet and Champaign for everybody!
Today, we have a very special guest. Welcome to the hottest club on earth! No bells no,
whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
This place is a stick of dynamite! This place is hot! No bells no whistles yes indeed,
just devilish business for profit and greed.
We got casinos and neon lights. Just place your bets and roll the dice! Winner takes all.
I will pay top dollar for your soul. I got a contract for sale. Let’s make a deal. No
bells no, whistles, yes indeed, just devilish business in profit and greed.
Just sign on the dotted line. Come on, friend, relax. No problems regarding background
checks and picture identification. We have ATMs instant cash availability. The power to do
anything you want. You can live forever, if your soul desires!
All I want is your soul. Sounds like a win, win situation to me? Any problem reading the
small print? Should you hire a lawyer? Absolutely, we have lawyers down here too!
Unfortunately, people in hell, want ice water
Place your bets, you’re just in time
for the game, the fix is in.
What a thrill. Is it a crime to cash in?
The winners do, and that could be you.
You’ll be a witness, as wise guys smoothly step in
- it’s basic greed - and never a sin, as long as they win.
Mr slick ricky, you’ve got to be bold to win gold -
winners never just fold - betting never gets old.
The winners will add your few spare bucks to their pot -
let’s admit, all that you’ve got - isn’t a lot - it won’t fuel a yacht.
Place your bets, you’re in the front row all the time,
don’t be lame, be part of the game, the greasy bigtime.
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NOTE: I LOVE NFL football, but now every commercial is for some sports book like “Draft Kings.” How can the NFL, increasingly in league with gambling books, not end up mobbed-up and fixed?
It’s ruining NFL football - the illusion that it’s a real sporting competition. I’ll tell you, Once they start calling the NFL “entertainment” and not sports - it’s over - the game I once loved will be just like pro wrestling.
Struggle
Hobbes
Move along,
Down the line.
Sing their song,
So Sublime.
Inch by inch,
Forward still.
It's a cinch,
Fire at will!
Load your gun,
Ammo pack.
Break a run,
Don't look back.
Heroes must
Never fall,
Love or lust,
Lose it all.
Use your might,
Lose your mind.
Blindly fight
What you find.
No one's right,
Same old grind.
Future sight
Must be blind.
Passion sets
Hearts ablaze.
Place your bets,
Final phase.
Wheels turn,
Hairpins click.
Let them burn,
Light the wick.
Troubled soul,
Calls for help.
Gunshot hole,
Silenced yelp.
Bravery;
Nothing new.
Slavery;
Tried and true.
Locked away,
Tossed the key.
No more say,
Never free.
Time is hard,
Winding slow.
Minds are scared,
Grudges grow.
Face to face
In the sand.
Fill the space,
Final stand.
Battle cry,
Drop 'em dead.
Binds to tie,
Made of lead.
Raise the flag,
Cased in hay.
Light a ***,
Fire away.
Freedom burns,
Liberty.
A nation yearns
To be set free.
at the start, it was to be competitor
choose only one corridor
or not to be there, or nowhere
and lose all what we plan for
who knows at the arrival maybe
there will be a seat to acquire
to bet on the right card you had to be vampire
to be nearby… in a paranoia
at two fingers to dive in the phobia
let’s be in a new world order
Never mind if it's led by a lobby
law is under the dictate of somebody
there will be no more 3rd War or Star War
to be or not to be will be the reason for to be
neither a state nor one politician
nor a future fighter like Martian
even well equipped or authoritarian
has believed it will be this question.
to be contemporary laic and lay
even communist or even gay
all united for not to be like
those whose religion prevents desire
from the priest to the traitor
no one will be neutral
some have understood
direction east they took
and started acting by fire
direction south-east they took
it’s there we have to light the pyre?