
John Legend - Rolling In The Deep (cover)
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this song got 100101203104406950693509404904912049340X fucking better
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sucks for lakers! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
lmfao yes ! This xD made my day
not anymore
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY fuck the heat tho bandwagons. BULLS! been there since the beggining
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Shoe collection.
one day got only 14 pairs of kicks haha
this was the anticipated occasion
thanks babe PROM was great because of you… and roman
chen:
The other day I spent the afternoon with Mei, Roman, Noelito, and Shaq at Mei’s house. After all the painting we all scattered in her “party” room and talked about everything. Straight up just let everything out. From past love interests/relationships to broken friendships to our plans in the…
I LOVE MY BESTCHEEEEENNNNSSSS
Lion King (Full Movie)
Need this on my blog.
Everyone needs this on their blog. Everyone.
oh my GOD.
What the - Need on blog. ♥
HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? IDC IT’S GOING ON MY BLOG NOWWWWW.
What?! No way… does this mean i’ll watch it again? HECK YEAH, I’LL WATCH IT AGAIN!!! XD
THIS JUST NEEDS TO BE ON MY BLOG!<3
whaaaaaat
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Underground Mentality (Spoken Word) || Versatyle
Spoken Word Piece mentioning the beginning of my journey with Underground Hip-Hop around the end of Middle School and the beginning of High School
Lyricism; the definition of poetic description, described through literate inscription with a depiction of illustrated precision so listen. This is what I grew up listening to. Using a Bird’s Eye View that ZION I taught me to weave, metaphors and similes to see beyond comparisons of alcohol and weed, there is no need for me to get high, because I stay grounded. Pounded and surrounded with society’s undoubted ignorance that I was made to stay underground and I was down since day one. Carving Hieroglyphics into the mind of a Jedi, applying an Immortal Technique to force open my third eye, I became a Visionary. Rising from the Slums of my Village I joined a Tribe of Mic Checkers that were on a quest, to test their lyrical finesse against the Wu-Tang Clan. Up from the 36 Chambers was danger and I left, following a stranger who I found out was a Blue Scholar, brought me to school first and taught me to be a baller; not of money, not of fame, not of glory, not of game. But a baller of imaginary vocabulary, sophisticated intelligence weaved into a global tapestry as I invested my soul into a Common Market, and from there that’s where my relationship with paper started. I picked up my own instrument, permanent with the ink, solidifying each and every aspect of the mind in which I think. Delving deeper beyond perfection of rhyme scheme to show that I don’t need a beat to portray what I mean. Not saying that I don’t like good music, but it’s nice to take in words of wisdom and use it, because if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it and then misconstrue it, so therefore just do it. No explanation; no questions asked. Only imagination and ideas unmasked. This is the beauty of words spoken, perfected through imperfect flaws. So take off that trojan, and leave your thoughts completely raw.
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