"Shadowville High" by: AfterLyfe

"Shadowville High" by: AfterLyfe



"Shadowville High" by: AfterLyfe ft. Morfeen, Ikon, & Eternal
The Rot 'N' Apple Mixtape
*All COPYRIGHTS go to AfterLyfe*

Follow AfterLyfe on twitter:
http://twitter.com/#!/AfterLyfe207

Check out more music by AfterLyfe:
http://www.reverbnation.com/afterlyfe#!

Find AfterLyfe also on Who Cares a.k.a. HuCrs:
http://hucrs.blogspot.com/

Lyrics:

-AfterLyfe-Verse 1-
I walk into the class black mask on my face/
gotta fully atomatic weapon strapped to my waist/
a 12 guage shotty loaded ready to kill/
I'm bustin off shots watchin all there blood spill/
Everybody panics when I throw the pipe bomb/
Blowin mother fuckers up treatin school like vietnam/
the stench of burnin flesh and hair fills the air/
your all about to die you better say a little prayer/
Limbs are flyin off blood sprays on the wall/
you can hear the shotgun pop as I'm runnin down the hall/
I throw the shotty down and I weild the tech 9/
I grip the handle tight and the bullets start flyin/
one bitch screamed as the bullet hit her back/
when her body hit the floor you could hear her neck crack/
all the doors are locked up no one can escape/
the hall fills up with smoke when i set fire to the drapes/

-IKON-Chorus-
Everybody dies in veign/
I don't even know your name/
maybe I just want to die by taking lives in suicide/
or maybe I like causing pain by seeing torcher in your face/
I'm pretty sure it's safe to say/
I'mma take your soul away/

-Morfeen-Verse 2-
Who wanna witness the results of a life full of pain/
you dont remember my name well then remember this mang/ *BANG*
I'm sick of taking shit my mind has fucking lost it/
open fire on a crowd of kids piled in the gym/
with plenty of clips no stoppin anytime soon/
a highschool student equils one man platoon
I saw this one piece of shit that always used to be a bully/
I cut his fuckin neck cuz he aint even worth the bullet/
people runnin everywhere and I hit one in the chest/
me realeasin all this lead is me releasin all my stress/
slide another clip in deep breath and take aim/
point twords my ex's way laugh at the look on her face/
this all all your debt to pay dyin is a tole/
I hope you know it gets me off to know your never goin home/
it gets me off to put an end to all of you/
gave me shit but then again its gotta end with the barrel to my chin/

-Chorus-

-Eternal-Verse 3-
Put your bullet proof vest on/get ready for a murder/
I got my lunch box packed/prepare for me to murk ya/
in the back of the basketball court is where you'll be burried/
first the art teacher then im goin for the secretery/
I have an eary feelin that im gonna see feds soon/
I hear the sirans outside I'm headin for the sped room/
the BOOM I go into the hall and throw a live grenade/
I'm dyin in my own hell you wont be alive today/
you wont see the ligh of day never again time to pray/
I love the sound of children screamin just the way I like to play/
AFTERLYFE grab the knife/after they wont have a life/
councelor said to ease my anger but instead I stab and slice/
and rip the fuckin brains out of a preppy bitch ill show you what
anybody wanna see this bloody fuckin cunt get fucked/
dont act like your bashfull this place fuckin wants heat/
ill burn the mother fucker down straight to the concrete

-Chorus-

In Memory Of James Owen Sullivan/Jimmy/The Rev from Avenged Sevenfold ... "Afterlife" -Avenged Sevenfold

Afterlife by: Avenged Sevenfold

The video is in memory of James Owen Sullivan a.k.a. The Rev who passed away a year ago on December 28, 2009. James was the lead drummer for Avenged Sevenfold and lead vocalist in his side project; Pinkly Smooth. James was among the top drummers of this music era and has been and will continue to be greatly missed by all enthusiast of Avenged Sevenfold as well as his friends and family.

R.I.P. James Owen Sullivan (February 10, 1981 – December 28, 2009)

You will never be forgotten.

*Image courtesy of www.polyvore.com*


"Such a surreal place to see, so how did this come to be?
Arrived too early." -Avenged Sevenfold


*All copyrights go to Avenged Sevenfold and WarnerBrosRecords*

Lyrics:

Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway

I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right
Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be
Arrived too early

And when I think of all the places I just don't belong
I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far

I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here

A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain
Can leave this place but refrain, ’cause we've been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway

This peace on earth's not right (with my back against the wall)
No pain or sign of time (I’m much too young to fall)
So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign
I've made up my mind

Gave me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye
Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life

I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here
Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you
This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might
take me back inside when the time is right

Loved ones back home all crying ’cause they're already missing me
I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody listening
Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be
(I am unbroken; I’m choking on this ecstasy)
Oh Lord I'll try so hard but you gotta let go of me
(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to live)

(Fast Guitar Solo)
(Screaming)
(Laughing)

I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear escape from this afterlife
’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on, far away from here
Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you
This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might
take me back inside when the time is right

"Shoot Frank" by Cage (ft. Daryl Palumbo) / "Face Melter" by Aesop Rock

Cage and Aes (Aesop Rock) are possibly two of the most talented artists of this time. Both break the mold in the way they write and produce their music and both posses a gift of writing music with a meaning! Safe to say that these two individuals have strayed far from what can be considered mainstream and will continue to take their own paths in what they believe is music and not what the public has constructed to be "acceptable" or "good" music. For those stuck to listening to whats on the radio I suggest that you take a deeper look into these two artists because their music breaks beyond any border, limit, restriction that this music industry has implanted on society.
To Cage and Aes, keep doing your thing, their is nothing better than listening to music with true value and meaning, you two have kept true to that.
-HuCrs?


"Shoot Frank" by Cage (ft. Daryl Palumbo)
Awesome song speaking about his childhood hardships. Great video to go along with it.


*All Copyrights go to Cage."

Lyrics:

One last vein to poke made it too dark to see this
Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us
So repeat this till I'm sick and I won't feed this
To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this
As a little kid taught to follow Jesus
Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists
So when I speak words that I don't mean
It's like I'm only in a cloud to wonder what serene is
Unable to wake and delete the reasons
Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons
Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated
If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it
If at sixteen I had started to treat it
Till my shit changed whether or not I would need it
To trace back to the face before the fetus
If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is

Trigger finger itch
The son of a snitch
I'm the rat's favorite son
Last to pal and cut
Slit to bleed the rust
By the last heart I've won
We roll under covers waiting
I've tied off a limb debating
If all of the names forsaken
Spell out what I'm takin'
Watching the skin pop
I would do anything to
Tell you what I've been late to
Fix up my head and escape to
Where I can rest my eyes

The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes
Clutchin' the bed like she's still by my side part of me died
Even when I prescribed still just to be ostracized
'Cuz she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive
While no nooses long enough to hang my excuses
Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or reclusive
The end is close almost no need for money
Yet when I wished for death nobody took my life from me
If I cannot see what's right in front of me
And the lights on there still wouldn't be enough to leave
I fixed me when I broke the aggression
But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression
If I felt emotions I learned to suppress 'em
Till I'm ready to sleep I'll have found a place to rest then
No thanks to angst I learned my lesson
And can erase the face that can't answer the questions

Trigger finger itch the son of a snitch
I'm the rat's favorite son
And by the time I'm back
That heart that beats so black
Let it shine like his gun
We roll under covers waiting
I've tied off a limb debating
If all of the names forsaken
Spell out what I'm taking
Watching the skin pop


"Face Melter" by Aesop Rock
Little difficult to come up with the meaning of the song (alike most of Aes songs), gotta take a guess and say the beginning is dealing with his youth and towards the end its him defending himself from the critics and stating that his music isn't just a bunch of words that rhyme but that they all hold an underlying message easily overseen by those not looking for a meaning. I agree 110%, Aes has possibly the best lyrical talent of any artist and is extremely unique in the way he sends his messages through his music. Keep it up Aes.


*All Copyrights go to Aesop Rock.*

Lyrics:

blaze with a face melter, go fish,
pigeon itchin for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats,
to the meat eater sweeps sweet weak freaks,
what up?
grip clicker, smack the dummy box fix picture,
stickle over shit, cinema flicker in the plasma,
the latch key degree was obtained in the savage years,
where he learned the binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears,
every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet,
had to be spit shinned and hidden before the ford duster parketh,
when mommy marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin,
for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes,
and i'm high on ion jitters,call it a prime directive of the damned,
who grew to sleep easy to white noise,
the humming of the machinary running towards them crawl,
social retardation larvey plugged into the wall,
the little short circuit with the still born vibe,
till the villagers circled and determand "it is alive",
shipped to bell view eyes fuzzy talking funny,
like "eagle one to grey squirrel whats your twenty dunny?",
i piss clumsy with electrode head pan (sorry),
pitty the pretty internet gotta empty the bed pan,
left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!),
right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!),
at some point early when drunk on electric kisses,
i'd apparently notarized forms excusing scalp slippage (sign this),
the pain came on a makeshift main stage,
and sentenced to in an inoperable eight bit frame rate,
for that i made a game play, reborn torn,
at the ministry of information trying to get informed,
they'll duck it out and i will cease all wars,
so if you babysit a caroline be fore warned,
i be the ultimate (ultimate), multi polar,
mobile medicine cabinet stocked adequate,
pockets like maraccas, that will shake when he stepped,
which explains the circle of rattlesnakes where he slept,
smarter then the average bear, barter parts and gadget,
with battery op enthusiast pardon the barking badgers,
while you were parking daggers in kittens with snarling children,
i was sharking classes with taggers for television (Click!),
gattaca days, attica paper scattered,
diagonal mahogony boggled the train savage,
to boxed the botanically inclined child slave labor,
blades clipped the perfect petal now play later,
play never, if escaped raped treasure,
thats a jewel freebie out a old geezer, no teether,
or even yesteryear scrapes fester,administer gauze,
but catourized wounds bleed if you ain't ethered the cause,
king of applause (yay!) beats the garbage flood for ten(?),
porn king of newyork, alley punk perv scum,
waddle on the voyage of the vouyer,
six four sick king breezer sniff whores through brick,
i am so dangerous evil and mercy heaven,
allergy to compasion he is the perfect weapon,
un- earth it and ciphened from delorian doors swivel up,
with aviator radar blip for most glorious tittie fuck,
cool green over the frame under the clothes line,
whos crew choose fuel most, mine,
holy trinity, tripple six, tripple x, city barrack,
glutton for punishment super size me while you at it,
he da:
built hideous,silk of the milk litigant, silly wicked finick he fidgit the middle digit ish,
will he alter what he feel is illy to pick at every little smidgen of integraty,
as your industry bitch? NO,
final mentions, track the moniker,
to the freight hot reaking of butter beans and harmonica,
dirty old man no tea cup thirsty, peak up skirts,
for slaps from that d-cup nurse,
cackle his old gums lewd (lewd), crass,
show the girl a trick like how he opens can food with the only tooth he has,
she like THATS FUCKIN DISGUISTING,
they dont call him anabolic ace for nothing, OK,
now current picture aside all anti-celebs remain aggro,
half mast the flag pole,
dead walk sturdy, but the day i greet the worms,
i pull the daisies down with me as a fuck you to the norms,
generic's so unappealing and in my humble opinion,
defeats a rappers civic duty to the culture,
granted every topic has been covered but cookie cutter,
delivery of simpleton wit is the real culprit,
so wether street, club, battle, conscious or other,
i find that interesting style can often out weigh the subject,
so when the disc changer goes from guns to space,
it is not an attempt to fake credibility for the public,
But fuck it it's ace rock six records of gibberish right?,
he's trying to hard to be weird and different right? (riiiiight),
or could it possibly just maybe be, his lessons,
can't be summed up in a linear set of pop culture references?,
(WOW) yeah but why try, i'm so groggy,
the mach nine valentine aint for everybody,
but i will say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame,
to mention my name, that sixteenth minute regret is fuckin insane,
and thats a longevity veteran pedelling free medicine,(here)
who the fouler howler (me) who the rabble rouser,
what the happy hour starved the peruvian aggy powder,(tight)
trade up at the digital jesus factory outlet (bout it, bout it),
bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous,
never wild shook but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers,
held a mongoloid fanbase that is alien by nature,
robot wars, machines hit the floor,
and the semians syncopated a gigantic "encore",
alright i'm bored, five minute bag of tricks,
if you hate me you can eat a bag of dicks, ONE

Crew Bombs A Train And Security Doesnt Do Anything! / Aesop Rock's "No Regrets"

Crew Bombs a whole train and security doesn't do anything to stop them!
Awesome video, and amazing graffiti.




No Regrets by Aesop Rock, awesome song with a lot of meaning and great life lesson.
Lyrics are posted below.


*All Copyrights go to Aesop Rock*

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barrettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was Joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo
parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attaching lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
"Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?"
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
"I'm busy, thank you much"
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
"Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??"
She said:
"I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away

(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
dream a little dream,
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it

Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barrettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on Saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Acting nice, although she was a strange girl, they would
Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??"
Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much"
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece

(Chorus x2)

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothing
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
"Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So I've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!"
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.

(Chorus x2)

1 2 3...
A B C...

..Huge Graffiti Bombing On The Highway..

Insane number of Writer's all go out and bomb two walls exiting a tunnel in pure daylight.

Immortal Technique's "Dancing With The Devil"

Immortal Technique's "Dancing With The Devil"
Little difficult to find whether either video is authentic. Either way its possibly one of the greatest song's ever written in this music era.
-Lyrics are below both video's, suggest you read them!



Video By: Iron Brothers Entertainment

*All Copyrights go to Immortal Technique*

Lyrics: Dancing With The Devil by: Immortal Technique


[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potential
the product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be strife never face the consequences
you probably only did a month for minor offenses
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringe studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
his corruption had successfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
in fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cipher listening to little thugs flow
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Bring Me The Horizon's "Anthem" Music Video

Anthem by Bring Me The Horizon
Off their new album:
There Is A Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let's Keep It A Secret.
Sick Song and Awesome Music Video to go with it!


*All Copyrights Go To Bring Me The Horizon and Epitaph Records*

"Cope2" and "Seen" Show How To Do A Quick Throwup

"Cope2"


"Seen"


Mad respect to two legendary artists.
Let us know what you think, suggest some videos or show us your art!

None Shall Pass by: Aesop Rock Music Video

None Shall Pass by Aesop Rock

Music Video was directed by Jeremy Fish (same artist as the previous music video posted "Pigs" by Aesop Rock) and Jason Herring.
Producer: Ordinary Kids


*All Copyrights go to Aesop Rock, Jeremy Fish, Jason Herring and Ordinary Kids.(Copyright 2007 Definitive Jux, Inc.)*

Let us know what you think! Feel free to comment and tell us some other artists you would like to see posted on the blog!

2 New Albums On The Pictures Page!

Got two new albums on the pictures page!
Essentially its a time-line of the art and the area that was being painted. The pictures were all taken in the same location but all on different days. The albums in order start from the bottom of the page, being the oldest and the first day the artists began coming out, till today which is when all the artwork was done besides two artists that were finishing up.
Lets us know what you think, feel free to leave some comments.

NEW PICTURES!!!!!

 

Great Graff Song... Tyical Cats keeping it real! Check Out The Lyrics!

The Manhattan Project by Typical Cats

*All Copyrights go to Typical Cats*

Lyrics:
I wont stop painting 'till the world looks the way it should
I'm on a mission to make heaven look like my neighborhood x2

Fuck creep in the yards, storm the gates 100 deep
Who knew these cans of true blue was heat and thunder speech
Old Chicago role models was "avacadoes" and "olives"
Throw-ups without hangovers
Names older than gods is
Where bombing's not a hobby, it's a habit
Where addicts rappers braggin' 'bout tags and don't know dick about this graf' shit
Attack the metro track with fat caps for fading
Gray-greens can't wait to see "paige" versus "daily"
It's on like lucky hoodies, what could he teach me
While you were sleeping, I'm teaching his kids, through graffiti
I have to argue, been rhyming this shit ain't hard to do
But technical advertisements on Jarvis and harbor blue
Outlined in summer squash dumb rock like dark attire minds wrecked from running from cops
Hoppin' barbwire while you dream of being me between clean sheets
Play the role, personality splittin' like mean streets
No room for bling blingin' thugs and whack crooks
I'm tryna king the line bring your drugs gear and black books
I'm in your face in the tunnels and at the bruise spots
I'm on ya train insane to hit paddy wagons and rooftops
You heard of me
Burgundy and outlines like murder scenes
Germaneeds and ferns and flat whites for blurring greens
Fuck over your heads man I'm climbing pylons
Tobacco brown, Montanas, banana Krylons
Hit the red line, headlines fucked above yo
For those who must know
It's been fresh blue like rusto

[chorus]
"The mic's the spray can"
"Stay true to the art."
"Simple and plain, let me explain."
"This is a mission, not a small time thing."
"The mic's the spray can"
"Stay true to the art."
"This is a mission, not a small time thing."


I remember graf before more beef then hindu-sacrelige
Ay you right? Fuck you, rack your fat caps from lids
Braggin' on tracks how you snap way in the day?
Masturbate to lies, I'm to busy shakin' paint rain
Sleet or snow out to rock when mission's call
Laugh at graffiti blasters
Piss on permission walls
Wrong side of the graf track with acid
3D glasses blast this shit backwards and graffiti blast the classes
After smashin' vandal squads askin' what happened
I'm done rappin' colder than Aspen to get your tax flipped
Beef without slabs of me sag in your jeans
Graf fiends scream for grif dip sticks, even your tag is weak
This is for you who choose to rock lines
And toys with red pilots rockin' stop signs, stop lyin'
Find your niche, mind your bitch to kick, bad habit
Language visualize, content phat
Mad graphic, pass the flat black as this cat snaps
And laugh at fashion fag writers with a fill-in
Qwel villain, feels like writin' keep killin'
Resurrectin' heavens buildings and bulidin' heavens children

[chorus]

You ain't seen a freight train straight aim with paint stains
Or parked trucks framed in stardust brushed with fame flame
Three cans of soul green sand and golden spray trucks
Names dribbled down the yard, we hit the lay-ups
Dispellin' devils from high levels like it's a done job
Couldn't mimic Mr.Straight-Lines on a etch-a-sketch with one knob
Shy ills killin' villains with fill-in illest noise rocks
Toy scratched bombed the way out of this pine toy box
Tag your backpack straps it's past your bedtime
Heads find dead-or-alive this time to hit the redlines
The autograph slaughter-crap artists laugh at man's design
The last on society signed like pantomimes
Buff the blackboard, attack it with true blue
No matter how you see it, you lose like flippin' Zulu
I used to paint my name on trains to get my thrill on
Much love but fuck that once was motherfucker, we still bomb

I wont stop painting 'till the world looks the way it should
I'm on a mission to make heaven look like my neighborhood
I wont stop painting 'till the world looks the way it should
I'm on a mission to make heaven look like your neighborhood

New Pictures Page!

New Pictures Page on the blog!

Come check out some local Miami Art.
Gonna have some more stuff up tomorrow but check it out
and let us know what you think!

OUR NEW PICTURES PAGE!!!!!

Pig's -Aesop Rock ... Insane Mural by Jeremy Fish!

Awesome song and an amazing Mural to go with it!
Pig's by: Aesop Rock
Art by: Jeremy Fish


*All Music Copyrights go to Aesop Rock & Art to Jeremy Fish*

**Graffiti Train Bombing** Incredible!

Absolutely incredible! Most don't see it as an art form, more as a destructive act, but for those who are open minded, this is one incredible art piece done extremely fast by some talented artists!!

Y'all Want A Single -Korn Music Video ... Korn Bites Back At The Music Industry!

Y'all Want A Single -Korn
Korn turns its neck and bites back at the music industry in this song. Real inspiring and definitely very interesting music video.
*Make sure to read the comments that come up during the video.*
I'm sure you all will find the comments quite interesting and even more, the reality that Korn brings out in the video of how the music industry is killing music itself.


*All Copyrights go to Korn & SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT*

Feel free to comment and let us know what you think about the music video and the message Korn sends through there video.

Kid Cudi- Day 'N' Nite ... Love The Cartoonish Music Video

Day 'N' Nite by: Kid Cudi


*All Copyrights go to Kid Cudi & Universal Motown Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.*

Awesome music video by Kid Cudi, and awesome song!

Anyone know any other songs or music videos similar to this one?
-Post them up on the comments, would love to see what music everyone listens to, solo artist feel free to post up your music as well.
ITS ALL ABOUT INNOVATION!

Black Friday Is An Absolute Fucking Joke!

It's fucking amazing to what extent some people will go to just to save a couple dollars on clothes, electronics, etc. If your really that desperate to save a couple dollars on the item cause otherwise you cant afford it, then should you really be purchasing it in the first place? Is it a live or death situation whether you purchase that Coach Purse or that Ipod?
Get a hold of yourselves people! Material things only last for so long before they are tossed out!
Enjoy the day off with your family and friends and be thankful for that, not for the 10% discount on a pair of jeans!

Happy Thanksgiving? Apart From Popular Believe, Read What Really Happened "Thanksgiving" Day 1621

Despite popular belief, and what everyone is taught, Thanksgiving day celebrated at Plymouth in 1621 does not prove to be such a graceful holiday.

Feel free to comment and let us know what you think!

*Despite anything, we should always be grateful for what we have and what we've been giving. So regardless of this, Who Cares? a.k.a. HUCRS? would like to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving, but more than anything, just remind everyone that being thankful for what we have shouldn't be celebrated on one particular day, but everyday.*


The Real Thanksgiving


Quoted from: The Hidden History of Massachusetts

Much of America's understanding of the early relationship between the Indian and the European is conveyed through the story of Thanksgiving. Proclaimed a holiday in 1863 by Abraham Lincoln, this fairy tale of a feast was allowed to exist in the American imagination pretty much untouched until 1970, the 350th anniversary of the landing of the Pilgrims. That is when Frank B. James, president of the Federated Eastern Indian League, prepared a speech for a Plymouth banquet that exposed the Pilgrims for having committed, among other crimes, the robbery of the graves of the Wampanoags. He wrote:

"We welcomed you, the white man, with open arms, little knowing that it was the beginning of the end; that before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoag would no longer be a free people."

But white Massachusetts officials told him he could not deliver such a speech and offered to write him another. Instead, James declined to speak, and on Thanksgiving Day hundreds of Indians from around the country came to protest. It was the first National Day of Mourning, a day to mark the losses Native Americans suffered as the early settlers prospered. This true story of "Thanksgiving" is what whites did not want Mr. James to tell.

What Really Happened in Plymouth in 1621?

According to a single-paragraph account in the writings of one Pilgrim, a harvest feast did take place in Plymouth in 1621, probably in mid-October, but the Indians who attended were not even invited. Though it later became known as "Thanksgiving," the Pilgrims never called it that. And amidst the imagery of a picnic of interracial harmony is some of the most terrifying bloodshed in New World history.

The Pilgrim crop had failed miserably that year, but the agricultural expertise of the Indians had produced twenty acres of corn, without which the Pilgrims would have surely perished. The Indians often brought food to the Pilgrims, who came from England ridiculously unprepared to survive and hence relied almost exclusively on handouts from the overly generous Indians-thus making the Pilgrims the western hemisphere's first class of welfare recipients. The Pilgrims invited the Indian sachem Massasoit to their feast, and it was Massasoit, engaging in the tribal tradition of equal sharing, who then invited ninety or more of his Indian brothers and sisters-to the annoyance of the 50 or so ungrateful Europeans. No turkey, cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie was served; they likely ate duck or geese and the venison from the 5 deer brought by Massasoit. In fact, most, if notall, of the food was most likely brought and prepared by the Indians, whose 10,000-year familiarity with the cuisine of the region had kept the whites alive up to that point.

The Pilgrims wore no black hats or buckled shoes-these were the silly inventions of artists hundreds of years since that time. These lower-class Englishmen wore brightly colored clothing, with one of their church leaders recording among his possessions "1 paire of greene drawers." Contrary to the fabricated lore of storytellers generations since, no Pilgrims prayed at the meal, and the supposed good cheer and fellowship must have dissipated quickly once the Pilgrims brandished their weaponry in a primitive display of intimidation. What's more, the Pilgrims consumed a good deal of home brew. In fact, each Pilgrim drank at least a half gallon of beer a day, which they preferred even to water. This daily inebriation led their governor, William Bradford, to comment on his people's "notorious sin," which included their "drunkenness and uncleanliness" and rampant "sodomy"...

The Pilgrims of Plymouth, The Original Scalpers

Contrary to popular mythology the Pilgrims were no friends to the local Indians. They were engaged in a ruthless war of extermination against their hosts, even as they falsely posed as friends. Just days before the alleged Thanksgiving love-fest, a company of Pilgrims led by Myles Standish actively sought to chop off the head of a local chief. They deliberately caused a rivalry between two friendly Indians, pitting one against the other in an attempt to obtain "better intelligence and make them both more diligent." An 11-foot-high wall was erected around the entire settlement for the purpose of keeping the Indians out.

Any Indian who came within the vicinity of the Pilgrim settlement was subject to robbery, enslavement, or even murder. The Pilgrims further advertised their evil intentions and white racial hostility, when they mounted five cannons on a hill around their settlement, constructed a platform for artillery, and then organized their soldiers into four companies-all in preparation for the military destruction of their friends the Indians.

Pilgrim Myles Standish eventually got his bloody prize. He went to the Indians, pretended to be a trader, then beheaded an Indian man named Wituwamat. He brought the head to Plymouth, where it was displayed on a wooden spike for many years, according to Gary B. Nash, "as a symbol of white power." Standish had the Indian man's young brother hanged from the rafters for good measure. From that time on, the whites were known to the Indians of Massachusetts by the name "Wotowquenange," which in their tongue meant cutthroats and stabbers.

Who Were the "Savages"?

The myth of the fierce, ruthless Indian savage lusting after the blood of innocent Europeans must be vigorously dispelled at this point. In actuality, the historical record shows that the very opposite was true.

Once the European settlements stabilized, the whites turned on their hosts in a brutal way. The once amicable relationship was breeched again and again by the whites, who lusted over the riches of Indian land. A combination of the Pilgrims' demonization of the Indians, the concocted mythology of Eurocentric historians, and standard Hollywood propaganda has served to paint the gentle Indian as a tomahawk-swinging savage endlessly on the warpath, lusting for the blood of the God-fearing whites.

But the Pilgrims' own testimony obliterates that fallacy. The Indians engaged each other in military contests from time to time, but the causes of "war," the methods, and the resulting damage differed profoundly from the European variety:

o Indian "wars" were largely symbolic and were about honor, not about territory or extermination.

o "Wars" were fought as domestic correction for a specific act and were ended when correction was achieved. Such action might better be described as internal policing. The conquest or destruction of whole territories was a European concept.

o Indian "wars" were often engaged in by family groups, not by whole tribal groups, and would involve only the family members.

o A lengthy negotiation was engaged in between the aggrieved parties before escalation to physical confrontation would be sanctioned. Surprise attacks were unknown to the Indians.

o It was regarded as evidence of bravery for a man to go into "battle" carrying no weapon that would do any harm at a distance-not even bows and arrows. The bravest act in war in some Indian cultures was to touch their adversary and escape before he could do physical harm.

o The targeting of non-combatants like women, children, and the elderly was never contemplated. Indians expressed shock and repugnance when the Europeans told, and then showed, them that they considered women and children fair game in their style of warfare.

o A major Indian "war" might end with less than a dozen casualties on both sides. Often, when the arrows had been expended the "war" would be halted. The European practice of wiping out whole nations in bloody massacres was incomprehensible to the Indian.

According to one scholar, "The most notable feature of Indian warfare was its relative innocuity." European observers of Indian wars often expressed surprise at how little harm they actually inflicted. "Their wars are far less bloody and devouring than the cruel wars of Europe," commented settler Roger Williams in 1643. Even Puritan warmonger and professional soldier Capt. John Mason scoffed at Indian warfare: "[Their] feeble manner...did hardly deserve the name of fighting." Fellow warmonger John Underhill spoke of the Narragansetts, after having spent a day "burning and spoiling" their country: "no Indians would come near us, but run from us, as the deer from the dogs." He concluded that the Indians might fight seven years and not kill seven men. Their fighting style, he wrote, "is more for pastime, than to conquer and subdue enemies."

All this describes a people for whom war is a deeply regrettable last resort. An agrarian people, the American Indians had devised a civilization that provided dozens of options all designed to avoid conflict--the very opposite of Europeans, for whom all-out war, a ferocious bloodlust, and systematic genocide are their apparent life force. Thomas Jefferson--who himself advocated the physical extermination of the American Indian--said of Europe, "They [Europeans] are nations of eternal war. All their energies are expended in the destruction of labor, property and lives of their people."

Puritan Holocaust

By the mid 1630s, a new group of 700 even holier Europeans calling themselves Puritans had arrived on 11 ships and settled in Boston-which only served to accelerate the brutality against the Indians.

In one incident around 1637, a force of whites trapped some seven hundred Pequot Indians, mostly women, children, and the elderly, near the mouth of the Mystic River. Englishman John Mason attacked the Indian camp with "fire, sword, blunderbuss, and tomahawk." Only a handful escaped and few prisoners were taken-to the apparent delight of the Europeans:

To see them frying in the fire, and the streams of their blood quenching the same, and the stench was horrible; but the victory seemed a sweet sacrifice, and they gave praise thereof to God.

This event marked the first actual Thanksgiving. In just 10 years 12,000 whites had invaded New England, and as their numbers grew they pressed for all-out extermination of the Indian. Euro-diseases had reduced the population of the Massachusett nation from over 24,000 to less than 750; meanwhile, the number of European settlers in Massachusetts rose to more than 20,000 by 1646.

By 1675, the Massachusetts Englishmen were in a full-scale war with the great Indian chief of the Wampanoags, Metacomet. Renamed "King Philip" by the white man, Metacomet watched the steady erosion of the lifestyle and culture of his people as European-imposed laws and values engulfed them.

In 1671, the white man had ordered Metacomet to come to Plymouth to enforce upon him a new treaty, which included the humiliating rule that he could no longer sell his own land without prior approval from whites. They also demanded that he turn in his community's firearms. Marked for extermination by the merciless power of a distant king and his ruthless subjects, Metacomet retaliated in 1675 with raids on several isolated frontier towns. Eventually, the Indians attacked 52 of the 90 New England towns, destroying 13 of them. The Englishmen ultimately regrouped, and after much bloodletting defeated the great Indian nation, just half a century after their arrival on Massachusetts soil. Historian Douglas Edward Leach describes the bitter end:

The ruthless executions, the cruel sentences...were all aimed at the same goal-unchallengeable white supremacy in southern New England. That the program succeeded is convincingly demonstrated by the almost complete docility of the local native ever since.

When Captain Benjamin Church tracked down and murdered Metacomet in 1676, his body was quartered and parts were "left for the wolves." The great Indian chief's hands were cut off and sent to Boston and his head went to Plymouth, where it was set upon a pole on the real first "day of public Thanksgiving for the beginning of revenge upon the enemy." Metacomet's nine-year-old son was destined for execution because, the whites reasoned, the offspring of the devil must pay for the sins of their father. The child was instead shipped to the Caribbean to spend his life in slavery.

As the Holocaust continued, several official Thanksgiving Days were proclaimed. Governor Joseph Dudley declared in 1704 a "General Thanksgiving"-not in celebration of the brotherhood of man-but for [God's] infinite Goodness to extend His Favors...In defeating and disappointing... the Expeditions of the Enemy [Indians] against us, And the good Success given us against them, by delivering so many of them into our hands...

Just two years later one could reap a ££50 reward in Massachusetts for the scalp of an Indian-demonstrating that the practice of scalping was a European tradition. According to one scholar, "Hunting redskins became...a popular sport in New England, especially since prisoners were worth good money..."

References in The Hidden History of Massachusetts

New Music Video from Big B off his new album "Good Times & Bad Advice"

As the title says, music video for Before I Leave This Place from Big B's new album "Good Times & Bad Advice"


*All Copyrights go to Big B and Suburban Noize Records*

Just Got Back To The MIA

Just got back to the MIA from a small trip to Gainesville, everything is
in the making.

Sticker designs COMING SOON, have to finish up some of the designs.
First design will more than likely be the HUCRS? image seen on twitter
and on the background of this blog. As for the other designs, well, just wait
and see and we'll have a vote to which you all prefer to go into production.

T-Shirts are in the making and will hopefully be released at some point before
the end of the 2010 year but if not then certainly at the beginning of 2011.

Check back soon for some new music from some local artists as well as some
mainstream music videos.

Let us know what you guys/gals think of this, all ideas and comments are
most appreciated!

Want to close it off with a small quote from A Day To Remembers new song 2nd Sucks
from there new album "What Separates Me From You.":

"I speak the truth, and everybody else knows it.
So set your ego to the side and just get the fuck over it.
Can't waist my time on hateful people like you.
So keep wishing you were me, and I'll keep making you have to." -A Day To Remember

Don't forget to check us out on Twitter!
Who Cares? a.k.a. HUCRS on Twitter!!!

*Sorry about the "All Signs Point To Lauderdale" -A Day To Remember delete.
The user on youtube got banned so the video got cleared.
Here it is again. From A Day To Remember new album "What Separates Me From You"*


*All Copyrights go to Victory Records and A Day To Remember"

Check Out A.D.T.R.(A Day To Remember) New Album! "What Separates Me From You"

2nd Sucks -A Day To Remember (What Separates Me From You)

*All copyrights go to Victory and A Day To Remember*

Welcome all to Who Cares? !

Who Cares? a.k.a. HUCRS? was designed to inspire individuals to be more open about themselves. The blog was designed for users to show off themselves, there artwork, there music, or anything that they wish to express or show. Who Cares? sole purpose is to inspire individuals to be more open with those around them and to teach a lesson that self acceptance is more important than societies acceptance. In this society that sets boundaries on individuals Who Cares? is here to break the mold and promote the idea of individuals being appreciated for being "different" rather than being cast down for it. Most of all Who Cares? promotes the idea of being accepted for WHO YOU ARE!

Who Cares? a.k.a. HUCRS? hopes is to design and spread the word of self acceptance through its artwork and products that are soon to come.

As this being the first post to the blog, I would like to ask those who have an opinion, story, or anything at all to feel free to post on the blog or to send me an email to the email provided on the blog: whocareshucrs@aol.com, and let me know what you think of Who Cares? statement and foundation.

 I would like to open this all off with a simple quote from one of my favorite bands:

"Be a man, no more and no less. I’m just me, no matter what you say. I am, who I am, what I am, that’s how I like it." -Hellyeah