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finally , check ' wiccaman theory - Chester P ' .... that release that taskforce and phi life brought out is decent ... you can tell the diffrence in class when there both on the same tune ..
 
ETHIX said:
finally , check ' wiccaman theory - Chester P ' .... that release that taskforce and phi life brought out is decent ... you can tell the diffrence in class when there both on the same tune ..
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ETHIX said:
finally , check ' wiccaman theory - Chester P ' .... that release that taskforce and phi life brought out is decent ... you can tell the diffrence in class when there both on the same tune ..
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I know what you're saying but it ain't about who is better imo.. I like Task Force a lot but for my ears they can be too negative/ dirge-like sometimes.
Phi Life are pretty much battle rhymers making tunes, nothing too deep but vibes galore!
Jehst was excellent until 'Nuke Proof Suit' which i thought was an absolute bag of boll*cks.
If you don't have it i'd recommend Lewis Parker's 'Masquerades & Silhouettes' album - Really classy, and as with all the best stuff ends too soon leaving you wanting more. His It's all happening album is pretty tough too.
 
Eris One said:
I know what you're saying but it ain't about who is better imo.. I like Task Force a lot but for my ears they can be too negative/ dirge-like sometimes.
Phi Life are pretty much battle rhymers making tunes, nothing too deep but vibes galore!
Jehst was excellent until 'Nuke Proof Suit' which i thought was an absolute bag of boll*cks.
If you don't have it i'd recommend Lewis Parker's 'Masquerades & Silhouettes' album - Really classy, and as with all the best stuff ends too soon leaving you wanting more. His It's all happening album is pretty tough too.
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yup .. agree there , on everypoint, parkers production is flawless .. the best infact so they say .. and a wise head he had ..
 
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, behold the monster
My head and it connected by bulb
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness
 
Conrad said:
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, behold the monster
My head and it connected by bulb
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness
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Who? ^^^
 
Conrad said:
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, behold the monster
My head and it connected by bulb
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness
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nice man , most of the lyrics are wrong tho .. cant be arsed to correct , i will at some point tho , one of my all time favourites ..

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=lqWduiyxY0I
 
Conrad said:
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
My feet slipping on this twisted road
Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions
Or the extent of his conviction
I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
And digest fiction for culture
I'm force fed, code the monster
My head and neck connected by a pole
Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold
And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt
true to form, my sin results in self doubt
Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out
You can see it, how I tripped and fell down
And picked myself up, turned myself round
From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled
Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled
I choke on lead, until my spit's red
When I step outside to get a quick breath
Of fresh death, now there's no air left
And fifty percent of us couldn't care less
I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous
Light like tearing the film out your cameras
I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid
Keep burning as I work towards another classic
Melt your plastic chat, snatch your comfort blanket
In this cold world you're naked and unattractive
And your tactics are underhanded
I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness
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fixed , not that wrong actually,
 
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