I have decided to leave TK on January 1st. The start of 2006 will cap my illustrious career here at TK. I will pop in on you cats from time to time, but active posting will be over. No reason other than moving on to new shit, I can't waste my time at this capacity of posting for ever. I will be around for the next 10 days or so then I'm out of this bizzatch. It's a choice I have been mulling over for a while. Gagh showed me the light, It's time I went the same way.
But first I'd like to leave you with a song:
Mine-Field be the real hip hop
We make you wanna kill cops
Cats hatin, cause we all spammin like legends and they just twats.
You feel spamless, real jealous, we killed Elvis
I shot Imperium with the help of the secret service
Super Mine Field agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the Mine Field blameless, drug entertainment.
Thugs blaze Southern Star from Bree, check one-two I'm the muthafucking Mentalist I aint fucking with those fundementalists putting it down for thee like you just fucked Emma Watson and they threw away the key.
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I feel
They see the same picture, Natalie Portman legs a kimbo and I feel it with ya.
You made a biscuit through the talk it became richer
Nobody gets a Mine Field pip, you gotta take that shit
Treat TK like a slut, then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these stupid cats
Bringing you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus Christ was a gangsta spammer
They killed him then he came back and Spammed the Mine Field for half a thousand.
The path that travels like the dragon shadow
Invisible to CIA camera angles
They got a follow on every spam group
They killed the last man that fucked with Gagh
They after me for information that I have too
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Mine-Fielders thats a bad move
Symbolisms, socialism's, live, life, leave, learn
Struggle war on square personas fuckin' spammers take it no more,
Little Dawnie, Space Bats and the inventor of the skip,
you think I'm tripping with this shit because I fell off and can't get slick?!
Sex, pain, fear, freedom, love, young guns be shootin'
Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin'
Military confiscation, safe sex, and masterbation
Peace to all the homeless people livin in the train station
Project born, spill the one verse four more times I'm raw, we exist because of pop culture we're a fucking product of the law.
You think I listen to your shit because I'm on your fucking level? fuck the police, your crack whore mother and your diamond zirconia bevel.
Lock the door, hit submit now everybody hit the mutha fuckin'
floor
Mentalist bustin out and runnin for this shit, I'm back for a cameo appearence I've had it with you assholes and the fucking law.
I'm number three on the list next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Spammers, Geeks, gays, Bi's and straights'
The only fucking thing that matter to me is that you got the spamming shakes.
You think I fucking fell off or I couldn't do this shit damn sober?
Maybe you're right, I'm a paranoid schizophrenic loser with delusions of greatness, I'm fucking over.
I'm not havin it, My spam attract the service like a magnet
The bastards gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminate
If Im'a die, Im'a die spammin' and strugglin
I'm hustlin for the people, for those devils and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do
Those muthafuckers ID me due to my Mine Field tattoo.
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Mine-Fielders thats a bad move
I do this for Wacky, Eggs, BlazerBoy, Gagh, BDM and all the rest, I'm holdin you here.
Makin on time, 3 years we been on permamant tour we blow you back off
Support cats that watched Star Trek and wondered if Tash Yar got rowdy while Data jacked off,
Victor Ebuwa rocking the beats down we fresh,
don't even front this shit i'm blasting off, I'm simply the best.
Soldiers and menace, inherited from way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I should follow my stats
Tom Bombadil and MJ, I always play this shit my way
We too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, crippling souls
Its gettin bigger now the Mine Field runnin the globe
Its just my mechanics, ether wit a gat or zanax
Wide spread panic until the sabbath
I'm out. Peace.
But first I'd like to leave you with a song:
Mine-Field be the real hip hop
We make you wanna kill cops
Cats hatin, cause we all spammin like legends and they just twats.
You feel spamless, real jealous, we killed Elvis
I shot Imperium with the help of the secret service
Super Mine Field agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite
12 gauge waving at your brain, strange universe, I'm too famous
Leaving the Mine Field blameless, drug entertainment.
Thugs blaze Southern Star from Bree, check one-two I'm the muthafucking Mentalist I aint fucking with those fundementalists putting it down for thee like you just fucked Emma Watson and they threw away the key.
Saying what I wrote, you feel what I feel
They see the same picture, Natalie Portman legs a kimbo and I feel it with ya.
You made a biscuit through the talk it became richer
Nobody gets a Mine Field pip, you gotta take that shit
Treat TK like a slut, then rape that bitch
I keep it simple for these stupid cats
Bringing you the facts, but in reality, you a trap
Jesus Christ was a gangsta spammer
They killed him then he came back and Spammed the Mine Field for half a thousand.
The path that travels like the dragon shadow
Invisible to CIA camera angles
They got a follow on every spam group
They killed the last man that fucked with Gagh
They after me for information that I have too
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Mine-Fielders thats a bad move
Symbolisms, socialism's, live, life, leave, learn
Struggle war on square personas fuckin' spammers take it no more,
Little Dawnie, Space Bats and the inventor of the skip,
you think I'm tripping with this shit because I fell off and can't get slick?!
Sex, pain, fear, freedom, love, young guns be shootin'
Genocide, revolution, lost souls, prostitutin'
Military confiscation, safe sex, and masterbation
Peace to all the homeless people livin in the train station
Project born, spill the one verse four more times I'm raw, we exist because of pop culture we're a fucking product of the law.
You think I listen to your shit because I'm on your fucking level? fuck the police, your crack whore mother and your diamond zirconia bevel.
Lock the door, hit submit now everybody hit the mutha fuckin'
floor
Mentalist bustin out and runnin for this shit, I'm back for a cameo appearence I've had it with you assholes and the fucking law.
I'm number three on the list next to kiss and all these kids
Cause I run wit Spammers, Geeks, gays, Bi's and straights'
The only fucking thing that matter to me is that you got the spamming shakes.
You think I fucking fell off or I couldn't do this shit damn sober?
Maybe you're right, I'm a paranoid schizophrenic loser with delusions of greatness, I'm fucking over.
I'm not havin it, My spam attract the service like a magnet
The bastards gettin under like crowded parties wit no laminate
If Im'a die, Im'a die spammin' and strugglin
I'm hustlin for the people, for those devils and corruptions
Nuttin for nuttin, and if somehow they do
Those muthafuckers ID me due to my Mine Field tattoo.
[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Get the fuck up out my way when I pass through
I'm paranoid, tell me what the fuck they asked you
You fuck around with me and Im'a have to blast you
The duals and n00bs tryna kill me, we bad news
Fuck around with Mine-Fielders thats a bad move
I do this for Wacky, Eggs, BlazerBoy, Gagh, BDM and all the rest, I'm holdin you here.
Makin on time, 3 years we been on permamant tour we blow you back off
Support cats that watched Star Trek and wondered if Tash Yar got rowdy while Data jacked off,
Victor Ebuwa rocking the beats down we fresh,
don't even front this shit i'm blasting off, I'm simply the best.
Soldiers and menace, inherited from way back
Cyanide in bullets, so I should follow my stats
Tom Bombadil and MJ, I always play this shit my way
We too futuristic, thugs to robots, experiments
Four point restraint and my hyper cube on medicines
Pain Veterans, crippling souls
Its gettin bigger now the Mine Field runnin the globe
Its just my mechanics, ether wit a gat or zanax
Wide spread panic until the sabbath
I'm out. Peace.