>> ^Xaielao:
Herbal remedies clearly are not going to bring a dying man from a car accident back to perfect health, but they do work for a great many other 'non-life threatening' ailments.


Homeopathy has nothing to do with herbal remedies. Homeopathy is a complete and utter fraud on every level.

As far as "herbs" go, sure there are some that work. Marijuana, for example. But these so called natural remedies are not inherently better than man made ones.

Rugged like rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to fort apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking m-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the grand dragon
Searching for my style like job-corps
Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like nathan wick starring as cochese
With a big baseball bat you get robbed like deniro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do
Niggas with the green axe and burgundy forerunner, inhuman like blade runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my nigga el-p
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and i'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're God damned right
I'm on 'em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off (*clap clap*) welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you wanna be
Dba lyrical p known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped
In and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical
Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-p the third gunner on the grassy knoll
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the houston rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck laura ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a highway to heaven
Got manners like bruce banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
Cause I'm a thinker
Evil anus letting off stinkers

Bj eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked

Ep eight stpes to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked

The holy terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one like a chinese, jamaicin like a chin
Hot rocking corduroy, ballys that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper jeep like cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. madman attract lyrics like magnets
They fuck up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the juice, then go bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
To kick any type sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the texas chain saw
Massacre one two three you're taking and tell 'em
Eastwick underground new york be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple

I'm a Capricorn, but most women say I'm a Cancer.

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
I'm a Leo, how 'bout you?

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Thanks Mr. Serious!

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
Hey baby what's your sign? Want to come out and see my custom van? Yeah, alriiiiight.

*promote

I'm a Leo, how 'bout you?

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
Thanks Mr. Serious!

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
Hey baby what's your sign? Want to come out and see my custom van? Yeah, alriiiiight.

*promote

Thanks Mr. Serious!

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
Hey baby what's your sign? Want to come out and see my custom van? Yeah, alriiiiight.

*promote

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Approche-toi petit, écoute-moi gamin,
Je vais te raconter l'histoire de l'être humain
Au début y avait rien au début c'était bien
La nature avançait y avait pas de chemin
Puis l'homme a débarqué avec ses gros souliers
Des coups d'pieds dans la gueule pour se faire respecter
Des routes à sens unique il s'est mis à tracer
Les flèches dans la plaine se sont multipliées
Et tous les éléments se sont vus maîtrisés
En 2 temps 3 mouvements l'histoire était pliée
C'est pas demain la veille qu'on fera marche arrière
On a même commencé à polluer le désert

Il faut que tu respires, et ça c'est rien de le dire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire, et c'est pas rien de le dire

D'ici quelques années on aura bouffé la feuille
Et tes petits-enfants ils n'auront plus qu'un oeil
En plein milieu du front ils te demanderont
Pourquoi toi t'en as 2 tu passeras pour un con
Ils te diront comment t'as pu laisser faire ça
T'auras beau te défendre leur expliquer tout bas
C'est pas ma faute à moi, c'est la faute aux anciens
Mais y aura plus personne pour te laver les mains
Tu leur raconteras l'époque où tu pouvais
Manger des fruits dans l'herbe allongé dans les prés
Y avait des animaux partout dans la forêt,
Au début du printemps, les oiseaux revenaient

Il faut que tu respires, et ça c'est rien de le dire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire, et c'est pas rien de le dire
Il faut que tu respires, c'est demain que tout empire
Tu vas pas mourir de rire, et c'est pas rien de le dire

Le pire dans cette histoire c'est qu'on est des esclaves
Quelque part assassin, ici bien incapable
De regarder les arbres sans se sentir coupable
A moitié défroqués, 100 pour cent misérables
Alors voilà petit, l'histoire de l'être humain
C'est pas joli joli, et j'connais pas la fin
T'es pas né dans un chou mais plutôt dans un trou
Qu'on remplit tous les jours comme une fosse à purin

I don't want to go to the fuckin' beach again
Piece of shit hike
This view is for idiots
Smells like this herb garden took a dump

Who gets laid the chicken or the egg?
How about the MC that has just been led
To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped
Cause I'm a feature straight from the Bronx
Productions better known as Boogie Down
If I was a king right now I'd get crowned
The Nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord
I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
To get specific, and probably make you understand
What makes the 808 plan
It's simple, I'm a round it off like this
That's how many stupid MC's I've dissed
But if the commence to try me I won't buy it
I'll look them up and down and I'll say "Don't even try it"
Cause I can go on and on without breathing
The TR, another form of BDP-eating
MC's like Chunky, moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking MC's like a junky
Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
In water, now watch you soak
Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
It's heavy like an anchor, it's no problem
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
I am a profressional, boy, you're just a rookie
I'm here to sing a song, but some are not able
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table

In my prime, more vocal than I've ever been
I'm not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now I'm back to just cold rip
MC's like confetti, eat 'em like spaghetti
I chill for a year and yet I'm still ready
To house MC's, sink 'em like a boat will
I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
So now you know the 808 is showing
I do damage in just one moment
Here's a little message to those who want to hang out
Just remember that I give pain out
The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
I'm not into b-boying, just hoeing
Showing, blowing MC's like the wind does
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table

You must think, before you even get soup
I'll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want more and more
Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
But I'm with it, so go for yours
You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery
I pack more volts than a Duracell battery
Charging MC's, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing I be rocking
Every little city I play I leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
I'm the type of person that never needs rehearsing
Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck's
And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
Sometimes I'm on the mic, sometimes I'm on the turntable
I'm superb, sort of like herb
A man of my word and I've never been served

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The FBI guy appeared incredibly nervous. I thought those guys could handle pressure. Maybe he should procure some relaxing herbs...

Ok. So, immediately i want to comment something about how this misdirection of funds by top officials is basically the entire problem with governments everywhere, because of lack of feasible transparency the way things are set up.


but i just cant formulate any more outrage today. i cleaned the vapo with isopropyl, let it evap, then scraped and rolled it in already vaped herb. im all set.

Donald Trump looks like Herb Morrison should be describing him as he comes in for a landing in Lakehurst, New Jersey.

Genesis 1:11 "And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so."

Good idea, but I'd expect more from Ron Paul. The bonuses at AIG didn't go to the people that ruined the company - he's repeating the Obamination lie.

@keitholbermann: Well, what do you expect from someone with a username like KeithOlbermann?

Ron Paul isn't really "of" the Republican party - he had his own presidential convention and everything. And it's criminals like Barney Frank that got us into this mess as much as anything. Sleeping with an executive of Fannie Mae while being head of the committee to regulate it? Yeah, that's criminal conflict of interest. (Google Herb Moses.)

What would auditing the fed accomplish? Personally, I'm curious where our trillions of bailout dollars are going, and who is getting them. It's not like raiding the petty cash stores.