SLN

Αντε γεια ρε... jet το κουτι... Μπραβο ρε Κοπριτη!!

Γ@μ@ει!!!! :044: :044: :044: :044: :044: :044:

Custom made by SLN Το εχω κι εγω για αρκετο καιρο αν και δεν ειναι ξεκουραστο-λειτουργικο κλπ. It's all good bayyyyyyy-beeeeeeeee

Μια ζωη μικροψυχος ησουνα... Εκμεταλλευτης των αδυνατων Εγω παιζω.... full throttle + the Dig. Ειδκα αμα ξυπνας με hangover απο τις μπομπες ειναι οτι πρεπει ενα adventure... με την savage 2000 που ειμαι δεν πρεπει να τρεχει και τιποτα αλλο..

Τι να μου ξεκλειδωσει?? Τουμπανο ειναι ο χαρακτηρας!! Ολα φουλ στο 100!! Δεν μπορω να "πετυχω" και να κερδισω τα trophy balls. Το double eagle για παραδειγμα τι διαολο ειναι?? Να πετυχω par 4 τρυπα με την πρωτη???? Ή μηπως par 5 με την 2η???? Δηλαδη βοηθεια!! Δηλαδη help ολέ!!!

Κατσε γιατι με την "επιθεση" σβηστηκε το ποστ! Εχω το HL2 καμμια βδομαδα τωρα και εξακολουθω να παιζω TIGER WOODS 2K5!!! Δεν παω καθολου καλα.... Επισης δεν μπορω με καμμια κυβερνηση να κερδισω τα trophy balls (δεν θελω σχολια για την λεξη balls!!) "double eagle, 4 eagles in 1 round, 2 consecutive eagles!! Θα το σπασω!!! Borg!!!! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelppppppppppp

Jet!! Πολυ ωραιο!

@jimmy fox : Thanxxxx για την αφιερωση... Που το ηξερες οτι θα μου αρεσε ρε?? :whistling :whistling Black Eyed Peas - Where Is The Love What's wrong with the world mama? People living like aint got no mamas I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin In the USA, the big CIA, the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And if you hatin you're bound to get irate Yeah madness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates You gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek? Father Father Father help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love? (where is the lovex3)(the love2x) It just ain't the same all ways have changed New days are strange is the world the insane? If love and peace so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations dropping bombs Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones With ongoing suffering As the youth die young So ask yourself is the loving really strong? So I can ask myself really what is going wrong With this world that we living in People keep on giving in Makin wrong decisions Only visions of them livin and Not respecting each other Deny thy brother The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover The truth is kept secret Swept under the rug If you never know truth Then you never know love Where's the love y'all?(I don't know) Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know) Where's the love y'all? People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek? Father father father help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love? (where is the lovex3)(the lovex2) I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm getting older y'all people get colder Most of us only care about money makin Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema Whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness and equality Instead of spreading love, we're spreading anomosity Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found People killing people dying Children hurtin you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach Would you turn the other cheek? Father Father Father help us Send some guidance from above Cause people got me got me questioning Where is the love?(fade)

Απο τα αγαπημενα μου... KRS-One: MC's Act Like They Don't Know Clap your hands everybody, if you got what it takes Cos I'm KRS and I'm on the mic, and Premier's on The Breaks MC's Act Like They Don't Know If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go "Illlll!" Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995 Whenever I arrive the party gets liver Flow with the master rhymer, that's to leave behind The video rapper, you know, the chart climber Clapper, down goes another rapper Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party Flat top, braids, bald heads or natty dread There once was a story about a man named Jed But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head Word, what go around come around I figure Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas The tables turned as the crosses burned Remember You Must Learn About the styles I flip and how wild I get I go on like a space age rocket ship You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer MC's Act Like They Don't Know This is what you waited all year for The hardcore, that's what KRS is here for Big up Grand Wizard Theodore, gettin' ill If you see then ya saw I'm in your grill with mad skill MC's can only battle with rhymes that got punchlines Let's battle to see who headlines Instead of flow for flow let's go show for show Toe for toe, yo, you better act like you know Too many MC's take that word 'emcee' lightly They can't Move a Crowd, not even slightly It might be the fact that they express wackness Let me show ya whose ass is the blackest I flip a script a little bit, you ride the tip and shit Too sick to get with it, admit you bit, your style is counterfeit Now tone it down a bit My title you will never get, I'm too intelligent I'll send your family my sentiments, my style is toxic When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it It split quick from the lyric Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it MC's Act Like They Don't Know Some MC's don't like the KRS but they must respect him Cos they know this kid gets all up in they rectum Slappin' and selectin' em, checkin' em, disrespectin' em Just deckin' em, deckin' em, deck-in' em Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine? I design rhyme and get mine all the time MC's standin' on the sidelines, always dissin' When I roll up and rush their crew they start bitchin' I don't burn, I don't freeze, yet some MC's Believe they could tangle with the likes of these Cross your t's and dot your i's whenever I arrive Wide, magnified, live like the ocean tide You dope, you lied, I reside like artifacts On the wrong side of the tracks, electrified Comin' around the mountain, you run and hide Hopin' your defence mechanism can divert my heat-seeking lyricism As I spark mad iszm The 1996 lyrical style's what I give 'em

Παρολο που δεν ξερω τιποτα και πεταγομαι σαν την ΧΧΧΧΧΧ (βαλτε οποια λεξη ταιριαζει...) Η παραπανω στιχομυθία-παρεξηγησης (πρωτη φορα την χρησιμοποιω την λεξη μην βαρατε αν την εγραψα λαθος) αποδεικνυει γιατι οι Δευτερες ειναι οι χειροτερες μερες της εβδομαδος και πρεπει να απαγορευτουν δια ροπαλου. Cheers