¡FUCK THE WORLD!
martes, 30 de noviembre de 2010
lunes, 29 de noviembre de 2010
domingo, 28 de noviembre de 2010
sábado, 27 de noviembre de 2010
jueves, 25 de noviembre de 2010
miércoles, 24 de noviembre de 2010
domingo, 21 de noviembre de 2010
viernes, 19 de noviembre de 2010
miércoles, 17 de noviembre de 2010
domingo, 14 de noviembre de 2010
Pensamientos complejos que incitan locura
y aún así seguimos creyendo en ello,
tachando de locos a los sinceros.
y aún así seguimos creyendo en ello,
tachando de locos a los sinceros.
viernes, 12 de noviembre de 2010
miércoles, 10 de noviembre de 2010
Encontré el fruto real que me llevo a la conexión total
Vivo en desacuerdo con babilón y no me va mal
Se me enseño a decir
Las cosas por su nombre
Y eso es lo que ago "Si"
Tu sabes que hablo y hablo
Pero con base hermanos siempre
Le pregunto a la gente que siente
Ponen caras cuando la ganjah se prende
Es privación del ser consecuentes
Con la creación del ser supremo
Ganjah es para el cuerpo ambos lo sabemos.
Fumando vamos a casa
Cultivando weed quemando buena ganjah
Esta es la alianza rastafari avanza
Caminando a zion I&I no descansa
martes, 9 de noviembre de 2010
lunes, 8 de noviembre de 2010
jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010
lunes, 1 de noviembre de 2010
When the Man comes around.
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
Song
There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.
Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.
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