Thought of the week

Friday will be the last day of 2010. To me everyday could be the last day, but not of the week or month or year but our lives. So be thankful for each day. Take the time to enjoy the little things and not get bogged down with the long run. Never put of something that you can do. Tell the person that you fancy them, worse they can say is they don't like you back. You will regret not asking more then anything else in the world.

Death will come to everyone, could be today or not. Enjoy life, it doesn't last forever.

Christmas

Most people around the world take part in the charade of Christmas. Eating loads of food, spending time with family you don't like and giving gifts. Many people will know nothing of the symbolism behind each Christmas object. The presents; Saint Nicolas gave gifts to a poor family. The Evergreen tree; previously a pagen symbol but used to represent the never ending love of God. ETC...The message of Christmas is to spend time with family, give to those who do not have and revise for January exams. Gifts and trees and crackers and santa do not have anything to do with this but we have become so obsessed with it. If you want to truly celebrate Christmas then you must receive no gifts. You must give generously to the poor. You must help out your family and must revise until you know those text books word for word. This will not happen. No child will ask for no gifts, no child will then give those gifts to the poor. And very few will revise let alone memorise the book. Although I know a few that might already know the book word for word. I don't like Christmas because it's true message has been lost over the years. I just hope future generations can forgive our short comings and enjoy the message of Christmas as it was meant.

Enjoy the holidays, revise hard and eat well.

Giordano

Blog day

Once a week will now be dedicated to blogging so I will have a minimum of one a week. I believe Wednesday is unconventional so I will use that day.

Impressionable Teenagers

I hate how modern media forms promote ideas that are false. Like how the twilight saga has promoted the idea of having someone to love is great, which it is. But if they leave then to move on. Which is also fine. But if they return then to swap between each one, that is wrong. I hate how modern girls believe that can treat guys how ever they want and then turn around and blame guys because they play a game. The game in question is of course Call of Duty. Some guys do not play video games and some may play it but are not obsessed with it. The generalisation is what annoys me. I hate how girls will go around using nice guys making them players then when they go out with a player crying that all boys are evil. I am sorry, if you don't like certain boys. Do not Bloody date them then. If you want to have a good relationship, then go out with a nice guy. But I can say the same for guys. If you want to go out with a slag, then go out with one. Do not expect your girlfriend to drop her knickers (or female boxers) just because you want them too nor should you pressure them into doing it. If this is too much for you and you must shag something then do not cheat. You wouldn't cheat on the mother of your child and if you did then you are a evil person. You will have a spot saved for you next to Hitler in hell.

First Rap

I see the beauty in the world then later MC bout me

While you sit by and try

While you cry

Slowly dying in this game, while I seek fame

All the fans know my name

And when you step on the stage they scream WHO?!

The fucking hell are you

You stand there and choke

Cos you try to lie about how I am broke

But you cry when you know you are

So my words will affect you

And leave a scar on your mind

But cos I’m kind I’ll teach you

I’ll preach and screech till I’m blue in the face

While I’m all up in your personal space

I’ll shout while you pout and turn away and turn colour grey

Suck this gay feeling away

I’m not talking about homosexual

Cos I remember back in school

Learning that that’s wrong

To spit hate in a song

But they were wrong

It’s fine to be gay

Just stay true to the path and don’t stray

I rap my thoughts feelings as emotions too

I don’t intestinally aim to screw, you

I’m the driver behind my wheel

I’m the midnight thief looking to steal you from your bed so I can leave you for dead

You can’t touch this

I’m MC hammer

Didn’t you get that? (No)

Cos you’re as thick as a spanner

I aint time to rhyme about you but I’ll check my planner

I’m free next week

You’ll see that i'm the geek of the street

I know everyone

Mother, father, daughter and son

Am I right?

Don’t try to fight this

Let it take hold of you

Feel my boldness

Not bald

I got hair

I got skill and lots of lyrical flair

I spit bars so well I don’t drive shit cars like you

My left shoe is worth more than you

Now you got me talking bout feet

So what I’ll do is greet you

When I next meet you with a boot to the chest

Cos I’m above the rest

I party with the best

Party all night on the docks of Dover

Wake up next day with no hangover

Cos that’s bad

It would make me mad

I don’t rap when I’m sad

Instead

I lie on my bed while playing my DSi

But please don’t cry

Its lots of fun now that I’ve won and the sun comes out each day in the sky

I’ll pull out my gun and shoot you in the face

Leave a mess all over the place

But words are my ammo

Back in the day it was all bout Habbo

Bobba this and Bobba that

Bobba in all your chit chat

There aint no block in my talk

I got it all on lock

Chicks and cars

Now even my bars too

I aint done this for long

May half a year

So lend me you ear and you’ll hear something great

But don’t be late or you might miss this shit

I don’t intestinally Diss but if it’s shit then I will

She’s my pill

So I’m a user

She calls me a loser but its love

You’re all alone

No one wants you

There must be someone though

But who?

She’ll have nine toes and a stump for a leg

A hump on her back and warts on her head

But even that’s too good for you

Now leave and don’t come back

Go to hell

But the devil won’t want ya cos you smell of failure

That I’m sure

U failed every test and put your name in the wrong box

Got scars on your face cos of chicken pox

I’ll pick up this world and drop it on your head, leaving you dead lying in an eternal bed cos I’m strong as an ox

This is the first of many

My bars are so heavy

They’ll squish you

I can use rasengan or sharingan

That goes out to Ginn

He knows the game and how not to win

You need not play

Only pray for better rhymes but that’ll take time

Which I don’t have

I gave all mine away

Now you’re my slave that I don’t pay

If I got you a wife

You’d owe me your life

I keep meaning to stop

But instead I’ll go fishing

For new ways to twist your lies all that I despise

New forms of dissing

Kissing you with death’s lips around your hips

Near your bum cheek

Every time you talk you send me to sleep

I’m getting bored of you

You put two and two together and end up with five

I’m burying you alive with my words and rhymes

Your shits so bad it should be a crime

Get locked up and end up doing time

Just stop.

It’s over.

You’ll need more luck then a four leaf clover provides

I’ll be strong as the thing when I swing for you

Out for a week

That’s kind of peak

I will give you a second chance to take a second glance over your stuff

To make it real like a snuff movie

I can spit it fast or slow

Make it go hi ho like dock or happy

Then I’ll flip it and turn snappy like a croc

Don’t act like it’s a shock for me to be this good

I was born in the hood

This is one big verse

With no chorus or breaks

It flows well like a winding lake

I can bite you like a poisonous snake

My venom’s my word

But that’s absurd

Impossible even?

Not for me cos I’m smart like Steven

If you didn’t get that then there’s no hope

Hawking’s a G

Just like me

If only you’d see that you can never beat me

Your flow is slow and don’t make any sense

I can buy all your stuff for only 5 pence

I’m a wheeler dealer like Del boy

I can hit you harder than them Greeks in troy

My bars are so good they should be made illegal

I can drop bombs on your head just like a seagull

Or take you out like 9/11

Just step on your head with my big size sevens

Bite off your head like a great white shark

Kill you alone in the dark

I’m a white boy rapping

My word gun’s done capping

You can’t tease me easy cos your rhymes are cheesy

Mild like cheddar

My rhymes are better

So high like a guy doing weed

That’s what you’ll need to come close to me

There aint no test that need be done

This’ battles over

And I’ve won.

Aint got a Title so any ideas would be very appreciated.