At least it's the only guy on the other team with dreadlocks that did the tackle. He knows how it feels!

Whenever ya hear the piece of the track, peace to the black
peeps on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is C-O-D
Word is bond and bond is life
We got it goin on tonight, don't nobody wanna fight
they wanna see a tight show where some brothers might go for broke
Utilisin the effects of the smoke
More cash to smash to make the blunt last
Fill it with hash til it pass, don't even ask in the Flat'
Put ass in a grip, flags is half-mast
Somebody must've passed, we're makin your ass drip into the stands
Fold my cash at last, my task to teach the class
and receive somethin more than brass is a blast
Make a brother work hard, long and fast......

Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block
Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks
That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe
We kick the funky tunes with a burst
Sun, moon and star, *?Sunbumba?* Jamar
To get me in the flow, now I'm read' to go
Set to show, everybody in the party that we're nice
wit out sippin on Bacardi and ice
The southpaw, ask your ma, I be the shinin star
No matter who you are, no matter who you are
I'll rape the tape, drop along in interstate
wit weight, wipe the slate and, mob the gate
And by fakin I'll avoid the court date, no legal aid
Everything's paid, while courts are tyraid
If the money ain't made, talkin millions
but spendin penny's and gettin cheap shoes from Kenny's

Now let's take time out to say peace to the GODs (PEACE)
Bust how I release cos this beat is hard
We be the squad from raw-taught to rule
Take a thought to the top now I drop the jewel
I push the Cadillac DeVille and still we real
I drive a garbage truck and not give a ........
I need to earn a buck four-a-year
I'm thru with buyin wild gear
Just somethin I can wear, somethin fly when I'm there
Well now we're here to take the gold and the cash 'fore the bill fold
I told their ass to chill and they're still cold
Frozen cos they're not amongst the chosen one
Sun shines like a beacon, similar to Howard Speake
As I receive the mic for the last time, I clear up your past crime
All felonies can go, as long as you know
Brand Nubian will stand, without the use of a band
We always work with a plan

*dead

Fix it, lazy ass:

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10cc - Dreadlock Holiday
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9 Guys go in... 2 get out?

Well, at least I learned to cut my dreadlocks before going on a covert operation. Oh, and beware of exploding elevators...

St. Patrick's Day hooliganism!!!(Capt.Planet420 ya mischievous bastard)
Jesus was fukkin' black! Dreadlock Rastafari!!
Hannity, a leprechaun!
Liberation theology (black, white, or red), the bi-polar's religious refuge!!!
Jesus, what a great election, like some bizarre frikkin' reality show.....

Obama, yer a freak, baby....

Curses! And I would have got away with it if it hadn't been for those meddling kids!

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
fixed! haHAAAAA!

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
*dead. Sorry.

fixed! haHAAAAA!

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
*dead. Sorry.

DJ seems pretty obvious, I nudge the physically spiral-encoded circular cultural sound artifacts. As for the sunkid, in 1999 I was moving away from the hard ass techno and hardcore music to a brighter sound, and my former DJ name "raHr" was a bit too heavy for the records i was playing. I asked my friends what my new DJ name should be. After some thought, somebody realised that I looked like a sunburst, because I had these crazy bleached blond dreadlocks that stuck straight out from my head. He dubbed me The Sunshine Kid. I thought it seemed aight, so I kept using it. When I got my hotmail back in 00, I shortened the sunshine kid to sunkid. A few years later, I realised how awkward it was to have a definite article in your name, so i became sunkid.

The end.

As it happens, as does all life and death, chance, luck, destiny, and fate, as well as karma, (for all you atheists and Mennonites), Kurt found a way to bow out gracefully, what anyone can expect from a trip through the glass darkly....

Dropping the third person for a tick, MY absolute favorite fiction/friction writer, hands down....If you have never read ANY Vonnegut, start with anything he wrote, and become instantly addicted.....unless you are the antichrist, or a teamster.....

Love You Kurt, may you be welcomed into the afterlife by a beginning with a gradual process of dissolution, in which the senses and energies that worked in cooperation with consciousness degenerate by stages.....or by Phil Hartman in dreadlocks and pasties!!!

Oh and he fell down went boom, alla Evolution in Action.....good thing he spread his seed about a bit.........TIMES SEVEN!!!!!(dear lord, please send me back as a fig on the family tree......hope for the future, comes in screaming packages....)

....Patchouli smellin', Grateful Dead listenin', no leg shavin', dreadlock growin', draft dodgin', stray dog havin, stream of conciuosness speakin', Phish followin', hemp wearin', freelovemakin' HIPPIES!...............goddamn hippies!

I only heard him say one thing vaguely racist, when he claimed that all people who wear dreadlocks need to be watched by sheriff's deputies (at about 0:57). I was much more offended starting about 1:24, when he claims that defense attorneys are evil people who need to be ridden out of town on a rail. After all, if a sheriff arrests them, they must be guilty, so anything that gets in the way of a speedy trial and 100% guilty verdicts must be evil, right?