Monday, April 11, 2005

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Todae 11 april 2005 ,
i've always wanted to say it...
but sumthin always pulled me back
i realised dat i really had to stop listening to others
n start listen to ma heart....

i hope u'll always be strong....n stay happy aiittee..

things dun always turn out the way u want it to be..
appreciate wit wat u have homie...
so..
peace...from dr syahmi
seeya around...

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Cini.Le

haizzz....readin brown's book..kinda nice...dun understand sum parts though... few more days to O... wat should i do..? i'm enjoin' maself too much..need actions n not juz words... does an1 hav any motivational shitz dat can gimme.. i wanna workkk.... i wanna work wit the West coast customs...ahakz...built ma own style.. built my own baby... mtv thx for pimpin me...ahh i mean my ride...lolz.. my progress wit denise is lowering at San andres... i now at the other city... she's always not at home..wat should i do... haiz... winnin 11 beta... omg... Iron...hahaz nc16... basically i'm crappin ma self out... sorie for not updatin ah ladies n gents.. i was kinda bz... fuck D&t... i'm doin the sucka project... suck all those shits.. n i think its gonna be a SUCKcessFool one... my daes are over thinkin bout the future...

am i gonna be the next PM of singapore... or its juz PIMP of S'pore.. wat the heck... its Disqualified... anyway... lo breaks down the other day.. raf was shithead... ho was like a whore... thx to the mtv...lolz... i can't see it anyway... no cable tv shits..

tdae saw many familiar humans... ma neighbours...ma frenzzzzzzz... auntiesssss unclezzz...fiona xxie n sharon auuuuuuuoooooo..... n oso one actor fm heartlanders... the inspector dunnoe wat ah forgot the name... not the 2 hunks la... the fat2 short2 wan...

okz ur readin Los Santos blogz...peace not pork floss....pls...
aiittee.......

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Finale

sirus the virus

eh..todae at home all the way..
till nite...
i wasted my time killing people in san andreas
n scoring gols in wendetta..
up till todae i havent finish watchin lord of the ring fellowship of the shit..
so i'm gonna watch the dvd soon..wakaka..i'm bored to death everyday..
yetede go the most boring place on earth..johor.. everytime go..
most probably i've been there more than u've been to church mosque or temple..
so its skoolidays.. i'm scared...coz i'm not been doin anythin 4 ma O's
honestly..i'm wastin my time on tis shit..u've been readin about..
ahaha..okok..nobody read it i noe..whu wanna read it anyway..
u..? thx.. yao..i wanna take tis oppoturnity to giv a props to ma bro..
for he had been living for 17 years.. 16 mins.... mine propbably..
for another 23 hours 44 mins..haha okz whu cares right..?
so seeya around buddy..

Saturday, February 26, 2005

still sirius the virius..


JJ

okz..its been long i noe... so word up every1.. word up whoo kidzz....
ak`~~hakz...wat A terrible dae everydae... todae was suppose to go riding..
..woke up quiet late..so mission abort... played W11 8... so bored...now its time for me to chaoz...see ya around...thx for the visit..ur greatly appreciated...

peace no h8...aite aite...

Saturday, February 12, 2005

king of the bling



Today was D most of the most of the shitty day I’ve ever live… todae went skatin… it was very unusual 4 me coz I don’t noe wat I’m doin.. I think I was high at dat point of time…can’t do much… it was so bad… dat I was vexed for the first time since 2004…can’t help though..Jugend went to court.. 4 meetin..haha tokin bunch of crap dat I aint tryin to hear..so after dat we rob the 7-eleven the 24/7 shop which only close during the disaster day D-Day… and then can’t really Decide where to go after dat… whether wanna go SP ,P , HP , H.PARK, YP , KP , OR KDK…wakakkaka… like a chicken witout a head we went to the SP… I’m confuse by all tis shit… so I dun giv A dumzz…then after dat went to P…frustrated ,angry ,vexed…shitty ,bloody pussy ,, then go home.. dun ask me y…wakaka

okz...chaoz...peace no shit... sorrie no rap beat..

i'm ghost...~~

Thursday, February 03, 2005

The Evil Genius

signing in..signing out..dats ma fuckin job
all u hav to do is to sit..down n shit..
dun make it sound like u gonna fart bob
fart the hell outta shit, shit the hell out when u fart
n I juz dun giv a fuck ,
as i walk tis empty street all I see is sum bitch
all they do is hang around the corner waitin to sign sum dick
they aint got no life.. they aint got no money homie
only one p.i.m.p handle all those bitch sunny..
dun forget bout ur bunny homie coz tis bitch is god damn hairy..
only god noes while I sit along tis empty street
as I write sum shit n hear drop beats..
y I keep repeatin over n over again
I ain’t ashame of the blood bro coz all I feel is deep pain
y people hav to come to me like I owe em money
I came to the show n gotta battle the foes n enemy.
gotta end this piece wit a big sick diss ,
as I end this beat
peace no shitttttttttttttttttttttt

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

brainwash from rock n rap



I'm stress right now..
y can't i be maself
music can alter mood n talk to u
but can it finish ur homework n do O's too
if next time u get straight A's
tell the teachers..u all are mutha farkers
n i dun need u..
wat dis foolz dun hear us complainin bout school rules
they wanna get job done they dun care our feelins..aiite cool
the worlds turn over dude n its very pity..
tis crook dun prepare us for 21st century
aint mad..juz sad n its gettin bad..
as i walk down the track
wit stupid shack n rag
Beg for cash no time to play some ass
i'll puke if go to phuket..
Take photo and dun forget to wave..
sorrie for those peeps, its not my fault
Say cheese while die in peace..
Till the wave comes on n u r hearing tis song..

PeAcee no...
shitt


Sunday, January 16, 2005

i write ma life..u write ur lines



its been long since i've livin' in tis world//
when it spin when it swirl//
when i rap till i die//
u'll hear ma crap n ur hair will curl//

plain old beats plain old shits//
u cant beat me or i'll kick ur ass up in D sky//
i aint doin sk00lz//
it only make me head twirl n confusion//

till i finish few O's paper n sum foolz project//
i will be leavin out from the fu*kin prison//
whu cares bout bowing whu cares bout fat ass//
till time runs out whu giv a heck//
mr ass crack he's a class act//
as i end tis shit..till my bone collapse//

i'm so freakin bored till i write sum shets..
its been weeks..yeahh..finally get maself a memory card..its green in color,
now get sum underground games..muahaha...where else i can get..
ahakz..so..hmm todae boring..again..tryin to sk8 but no one exept for one..
but i dun really like skatin alone or 2... at least must hav 5 or more..
haha...to attract 5-0's attention.. aniwae they are freakin lazy..
they won't chase...exept for those underground 1...haha
nuthin much bye..

still aftermath....ahakz..
peace no s.h.i.t.

Friday, January 07, 2005

sum shaaadeee



Wit DELEBERATE-RHYMES i DECAPITATE-MINDS de only way i see u 'comin back' is wit ur dick REPLACED-WIT-UR-SPINE,,,u aint 'sick' ur 'cleaner' than peeps that say PORN-IS-WRONG my 'punches' will hit ur 'thoughts' like brain cancer n have u 'back-peddlin' cause my ARM-IS-STRONG*(armstrongg),,, An honest comment will state that u wasnt LYRICALLY-FIT,IN-CAPS cause throwin a dictionary at me is de only way ur EFFECTIN-ME-WIT-VOCABS,,, Wit RAP-TOOLS i SLASH-FOOLS then ATTACK-DUDES Ill BLAST-U hit ur stomache then watch ur BACK-BRUISE,,, After u get damaged wit PROFOUND-HITS im de winner their gonna ANNOUNCE-KID quit promotin ur crap cause ur a total disgrace to SOUNDCLICK**!!! U couldn't last a round even if u MANIPULATED-DE-CLOCKS cause my shits' so 'mind blowin' ive already ACCUMULATED-UR-THOUGHTS (ahakz.) My hard hittin punches bring ur HEALTH-MISERY thats why you cant 'hang' even though its ur DEATH-PENALTY*!!! I wonder if 'X-Blo-Sive' will FIT-UP-UR-ASS that way u can lose this battle but still come out 'WIT-A-BLAST'***'!!!(boom!)...(get it?, ahaakakkaakka) its over! sike Dr Syahmi

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

remixxx


wassup yao.......

Now don't think I won't hit you, cause I'm popular
I got a P-90-Roog that'll pop at ya
Catch you slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya
My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya
Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes
Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through
What I been through
You not like me
And I'm not like you
I'm like a animal when I spit it's crazy
Got semi-autos that put wholes in niggas tryna play me
One shot is not enough, you need at least an oozie to move me

After 4 bottles of whisky
The kid start feelin' woozie
I write my life
You write what you've seen in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core, nigga you can't move me..
Dj green lantern..Shady records..dr syahmi..

tis is aftermath...motion picture sheettt...
chaoz...peace,...