wars dann schlussendlich auch

ATM: Norah Jones - Come awa with me [ALBUM] @ 320kbps

SOAD - Chop Suey
danach
SOAD - Boom!
danach
SOAD - Toxicity

"the legend of puffy hood"

Music, Co-arrangement, Recording, Mixing, Drum Programming, Bass, Organ, and Violin by Jonathan Lewis.
Co-Arrangement, Lyrics, and Main Vocals by Ty Semaka.
Back-vocals by Bob Beck, Calvin Beck, Theo de Raadt, Alan Kolodziejzyk, Jonathan Lewis & Peter Valchev.
Rap #1 by Richard Sixto. Guitar by Chantal Vitalis.


http://www.openbsd.org/lyrics.html

P.I.M.P. / (RMX) = 50 Cent feat. Young Buck, Lloyd Banks & Snoop Dogg

david sylvian - secrets of the beehive

göttlich !

btw : kennt den wer ?

an meine ex

Songtitel: Der Tag
Interpret: Die Ärzte
Album: Geräuasch

Ich weiß noch, wie wir uns das erste mal sahen.
Du warst Kleinstadtkücken, ich war Großstadthahn.
Ich war der Duft der weiten Welt für dich,
und du hast dich Gott sei Dank geduscht für mich.
Doch die Liebe ging weg und böse Worte kamen,
du gabst mir Tier- und noch schlimmere Namen.
Ich nannte dich Zicke und Nervensäge,
und von da an, gingen wir getrennte Wege.

Doch jetzt stehst du vor mir,
und du willst mir alles noch einmal erklären!
Baby, fehl ich dir?
Doch was soll ich dir jetzt sagen?
Was willst du jetzt hören?

Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
ist noch nicht erfunden.
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
hat genau Null Stunden.
Die Wahrheit ist: Ich kann dich ziemlich gut entbehren!
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
muss erst noch gebaut werden.

Es ist ein bischen anders, als du vielleicht denkst.
Ich war Kleinstadtstute du warst Großstadthengst.
Ich betete dich damals ziemlich an,
doch seitdem hat sich einiges bei mir getan.
Ohne dich ist mein Leben tausendmal so schön.
Ich könnt mir spannenderes vorstellen, als dich wieder zussehen.
Oder glaubst du im Ernst ich käme gern hierhin?
Nein mein Arzt hat entdeckt, dass ich Schwanger bin.

Und jetzt stehst du vor mir!
Mein großer Held, warum wirst du denn so bleich?
Ich will nichts von dir!
Außer Geld! Und zwar viel, schließlich bist du reich!

Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
man hast du 'ne Ahnung.
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
ist nicht 'mal in Planung.
Reiß dich zusammen! Hör jetzt auf zu flennen da!
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
steht nicht im Kalender.
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
ist noch nicht erfunden.
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
hat genau Null Stunden.
Die Wahrheit ist: Ich kann dich ziemlich gut entbehren!
Der Tag an dem ich dich vermisse,
muss erst noch gebaut werden.

Madonna - Hollywood (Jacques LeCont's Thin White Duck Mix)

2 Pac - Hit 'Em Up


So I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
Niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
[ha ha, that's alright]

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck with real ass G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night [ha ha]
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
Fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Gaurd your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, We hit 'em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
Niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millioniare
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha]
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W jers.
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these [???]
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch
And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You's a B-writer
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
Soften the Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh]
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off
Nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run [ha ha]
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh]
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
Fuck Mobb Deep,
Fuck Biggie,
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
Fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
Fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

das gute alte radio, jawoll über antenne

station: fritz fm
show: blackboard jungle
current song: d-flame - du kennst mich nicht

Fritz

robert plant -since i've been loving you

(der meister live und in begleitung von jimmy page , der die gitarre spielt wie kaum ein zweiter )

bluesrock in perfection !

da hast Recht

Noch besser ist in meinen Augen nur mehr Jeff Beck.


BIG B

ja da gibts einige wenige

al di meola
pat metheny
paco de lucia
bill laswell
eric clapton
ry cooder
peter green
neil young ( "u are like a hurrican" --> eines der besten soli überhaupt!!)

abba mein persönlicher gitarrengott ist immer noch jimi hendrix

"voodoo child" haut mich noch immer vom hocker .....

ps ; die liste wird immer länger

Westbam - Loveradio Fritz 2003

Märtini Brös - Loveradio Fritz 2003

Soil --- Black 7

Black Eyed Peas - Where is the Love

50 Cent = P.I.M.P


I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

D:\My Music\Curse\Curse-Innere_Sicherheit-CD-DE-2003-TLT\02-curse-widerstand_(feat._gentleman)-tlt.mp3

Enya - May It Be

DMX - Right/Wrong

Friday Mixdown featuring the Cerritos All Stars LIVE

Z:\My DLs\Madonna - American Life\Madonna - 08 - X-static Process - simplemp3s.mp3

so zum aufwachen :
John Williams - Journey to the Island - Jurassic Park I OST
danach:
KoRn - No one´s there - Untouchables @ Verdammt laut

G:\My Live Set's\Ellen Alien - Liberty One 2001.mp3

SOAD - Boom!
. . . . everytime you drop the bomb . . .

G:\My Live Set's\Binary Finary - Hyperstate 1999.mp3

G:\My Live Set's\Burgener - Smoked Up Sunday 2002.mp3

G:\My Live Set's\Sven Väth - Mayday 2001.mp3

love inc. - trance atlantic (force inc)

Angie Stone - Everyday (Neptunes Remix w-Rap).mp3

Creed - Is this the End - Sceam § OST/Rarities
danach:
Creed - Eightteen - Faculty OST/Rarities

wie immer zum aufwachen
obwohl ich mich überhaupt nicht nach aufstehen fühle drecks schnbupfen

sex pistols - god s(h)ave the queen

Hans Zimmer --- Hunger

Josh Wink vs. Michel De Hey / Live Set

meinen nervenden kumpel neben mir der nicht ins internet kann weil er keine ahnung von seinem rechner hat!

Robbie Williams - It was a very good year - Swing when you´re winning

The Future Sound Of London - We Have Explosive.mp3

Cafe Lounge (Compilation) [ALBUM]

Normahl - Am Tage X

Groove Coverage - Poison (Tune Up Remix).mp3

mudvayne-the_end_of_all_things_to_come-2002.m3u

Cafe del Mar\Cafe del Mar.4\08 Levitation - Out Of Time.mp3
Chill

floorfilla_-_le_voyage

Z:\My DLs\Starsailor - Silence is easy\07-starsailor-bring_my_love-rns.mp3

201_va_-_loveparade_2003-love_rules_cd2-mod.mp3

Music\Linkin_Park_-_Meteora_(Retail)_-_2003_-_Abyss\Linkin_Park_-_Meteora_-_10_-_From_The_Inside_-_Abyss.mp3

Vega4 - Sing

Le fabuleux déstin de Amelié Poulain OST oder anders gesagt
Die Fablhafte Welt der Amelié Soundtrack

http://radiostorm.com/hiphop128gw.pls

im augenblick "the jump off"

frank zappa - shut up 'n' play yer guitar