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by entropie <entropie@ackro.org>
10Jun09 1326 CEST
Filed in the, streets, music, swine and flu.

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by entropie <entropie@ackro.org>
30Jul08 1706 CEST
Filed in the, streets, uk, garage and music.
This ain't the down it's the upbeat
Make it complete
So what's the story?
Guaranteed accuracy enhanced CD
Latest technology, Darts at Treble 20
Huge non-recuparable advance
Majors be vigilent
I excel in both content and deliverance
So let's put on our classics
And we'll ave a little dance, shall we?
No sales pitch, no media hype
No hydro, it's nice and ripe
I speak in communication in bold type
This AIN'T yer archetypal street sound
Scan for ultrasound North, South, East, West
And all round and then to the underground
You say that every thing sounds the same
Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
The Streets, Lets Push Things Forward
24Sep07 0031 CEST
by entropie <entropie@ackro.org>
Filed in imported, streets, music and uk.
If I want to sit in and drink super tennants in the day I will,
No-ones going to fucking tell me jack,
But can you rely on anyone in this world?
No you cant; its not my fault theres wall to wall empty cans
Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start,
Its fucked up that a mans life can just be attacked,
Watching this morning with a beer is much better relying on,
Unknown cunts for mates i was given that don't have my back.
Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me,
But i layed it down telling him to fuck right off chap.
Phoned this company out the yellow pages;
Told them to take away the TV and fix it quick snap.
The next day they took away the TV and told me they'd repair the
little bit,
Thats broken round on the back.
I thought that would be that but the next bit was on top,
This was where it all started to get a bit out of hand.

No-one gives a crap about Mike;
Thats why i'm acting nasty.
You know what you can do with your life;
Introduce it up your jacksie.
Coz No-one gives a crap about Mike;
Thats why i'm acting nasty.
You know what you can do with your life;
Introduce it up your jacksie.

The TV man comes back later, knocks on mine,
To say he's found something in the back of the TV,
I'm looking at it absolutely speechless,
Cant quite believe he's trying to pull this fucking stunt on me.
I knew it was a simple case of the power supply gone on the back,
But he's trying to tap me up for more money.
He says its not like that and im like fuck off and die,
And stick up my two fingers and one more to make three.
He says dont talk to me like that, and i don't understand,
Face is in his face and i tell him i understand perfectly.
And he grabs my shirt and i grab his face with my hand,
So he brings his fist up and twats me a good one on my cheek.
Now im trying to pull his head down so i can knee it,
But he's got my ear; he's twisting it round so much that its really
hurting me.
And we both go down on the floor, and he pushes my head back;
Onto the corner of the fridge which is total agony.
Then he gets up and runs out the kitchen, and out of the door,
Shouting stuff to me, slams the door shoutin' at me.
So here i am in my house, drinking on my own settee;
Everyones a cunt in this life, no-one's there for me.
The Streets, Empty Cans
31Jul07 1206 CEST
by entropie <entropie@ackro.org>
Filed in imported, streets, uk and music.
Stop dreaming.
People who say that are blaspheming.
They're doing nine to five and moaning.
And they don't want you succeeding when they've blown it
And your idols - who are they?
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time.
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is you zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have f@cked him son
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though.
When you feel better tomorrow you'll be a hero
But never forget today, you could be back here
Things can stray.
What if you see me in that window?
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape
The Streets, Stay Positve
19Jan07 2346 CET
by entropie <entropie@ackro.org>
Filed in imported, streets, music and uk.

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