deeznuts437

Basis of Story:

5 exchange students come to MSU with aspirations of making a name for them selves. Looking to earn early extra credit in their chemistry class, they join the first group (of 6) in a genetic science experiment only possible due to the increased tuition rates that MSU has wrought on their students. Lo and behold, the 5 (6) classmates get caught in the science experiment that goes horribly wrong, causing a zombie outbreak on campus. They are forced to fight across campus to the their chemistry teachers apartment in order resolve the zombie problem before it spreads any farther.

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Pictures I plan on taking:

1) Chemistry lab, scientist and students

            - explanation with a focus on the back of teacher’s head, students are barely out of focus in the bright white room

2) “red shirt” dies

            - self explanatory scene, some kid gets bit by the zombie, I’m going to look for lots of blood and gore, and a red shirt

3) Line up of 5 or so zombies vs. 5 class mates

            - could be shot in many different perspectives…this will probably take the longest and the most shots

4) battle scene

            - characters use items to kick the shit out of the zombies

5) classroom, students discussing science project and extra credit

            - quite easy…

6) explanation of outbreak to chemistry teacher

            - maybe some people are already bitten….dunno, maybe use someone’s apartment.

7) Chemistry teacher owning some zombies with anti-zombie spray

            - I’m thinking by a parking structure, maybe jumping from somewhere with spray can, zombies underneath shrieking in horror

8) Teach and students high five, dead zombies on floor

            - self explanatory

(9-?) Their can always be more than just 8, and I plan on taking some

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Character 1: Micky Celsus

Male….white….20 years old…

 

From where?

New York

 

Moved to Michigan

Why?

Father works for GM, promoted to a consultant for the Michigan auto crisis last year. He’s closer to upper class, wears hip-hop cultured apparel, pretends like he’s lower class.

 

Point of View?

Skeptic of humanity

Confident on the outside

Slick talking

Vulgar but generous

Hates being not taken seriously

 

What does he do?

Loves hip-hop, did open mic nights back in New York

 

Dramatic need?

Kick some zombie ass, period(.)

 

Weapon: Microphone (ball n chain type weapon)

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Character 2: Professor Garrick

 

Male, 27-40

 

From Where?
Ireland

 

Point of View:

Life is poetic and should be lived as thus

Curious about the universe

Lacks self esteem

 

Dramatic Need:

Looking for a chance to prove himself, become a hero

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Character 3: Ralph Levi

 

Male

Age: 19

 

Moved to Michigan

From where? North Dakota

Has been lost for over a year in the North Dakota State forest after trying to do a science project there, incorporated a savage personality into self during this time. Awarded for his survival with a free ride to MSU...

 

Point of View:

Bearded with the rage

Realist

People hold no belief in humanity strong enough to fight for

Absolutely crazy

 

Dramatic Need:

Looking to find friends who will die for him and who he would die for

Weapon: Axe, bow and arrow, fishing net, boots, ect….

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Character 4: Valerie Cole

 

Female

Age 20

 

From: Hollywood

Transferred to MSU as a failed action movie star, looking for an education that will give her a steady income while she continues her search for stardom. Anger issues….lots of anger issues.

 

Point of View:

Men are horrible creatures, blames them for not letting her be the next Tom Cruise in MI:4

Anger is a gift and should be used for personal gain

Loves weapons

 

Dramatic Need: To kill as many male zombies as she can, because it is legal, or because they haven’t made a law against it yet.

 

Weapon: Brass Knuckles, knives, ect…

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Character 5: Raven Liddy

 

Female

Age: 18

 

From: Canada

Moved to Michigan because she believes Canada will only too soon be ceded to the great and powerful United States. Wants to become a musician, primarily in a mathcore band that could break out of the underground scene.

 

Points of View

Paranoid about Americans, thinks they may be magical

Paranoid in general…but a brilliant screamer and guitarist

Thinks the U.S is the only place to break into the music industry

Wears U.S shirts as to pretend she’s not from Canada

 

Weapon: Guitar, drum sticks, hockey stick, etc.

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Character 6: Felix Tristan

 

From: Paris, France

Came to the U.S under his father’s orders as a recruited spy for the French government. Made responsible to look for and cover the outbreak that would surely happen in MSU’s research department after tuition was raised. Speaks English but pretends to only know French.

 

Points of View:
Americans are ugly, barely suited to help lead the world in any international affair

Jean Reno complex….

 

Weapons: martial arts, lots of chocking maybe? Maybe a gun????

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Character 7: Red Shirt

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Character 8: Research conductor

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Zombies (5-10)

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Random scared civilians (0-10)

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Total number:

(lowest): 13

(highest): 28

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Stuff to get: lab coat, fake blood, zombie makeup, apparel to fit character descriptions, weapons, other things????

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Places to shoot: Apartment, class room, lab room, outside around campus, parking structure, ???? other places???

My White and Blue I stave
Never wrenched from Ming borders
Zheng He
Faithful Eunuch
Forever encased in 800 feet
Your 12,000 sailed
Your 10,000 marched
My records I burned
You saught me
I saught myself
My fleet returned
delicate spider silk
Centralized, rationalized
Every degree I turn to face you
I am your ever-desired shadow
Canted, a silhouette of unimaginable power
precious silver collar,
Yuan, wherever went your paper?

I enter through
fe-fi-fo through the door
my flow like to pour through the store
bullets blast as i gore three more
gunna be like flees on a horse
cards on the floor
one score down and i still gotta show
who's got more - talent to throw a punchline
at a vantage point only seen by the keen of eyes disguised
incognito by the beat but discreet doesnt cheat my eyes
flick the fuckin flies i reprise rise of the lower level times
and i buy my rhymes from the cellar of my head
check lead rhyme propeller - rap dweller
paths paved and enlaced with a *scratch*
enter- with a line honed teller
evident with his mic presence
a preference for method essence
a mystical eminence
with flows for the president
a sentence of life lessons for the less-uns
the best ones are done less
and i guess this is the end...

I'm - slippin around the corners with the shottie
rhythm techs of technique - freakin a flow barrels pour smoke
while bones ash the street
and i sneak
crouched
leaking plasm
phan-tasm
i-spasm - with ma laser rifle
directing a slug to accrue-adieu-anew
and we're through
twisted trail of portraits of corpses

My blade
unsheathed it breaths the mist of blood spiking an aroma,
and foaming,
at the creases,
of my smile while eyes dialated
I'm thirsty,
and only the lack of mercy fills me as I gore through and kill three more
chopped and robbed of life I smuggle the souls and grow more with insanity
that my blade intact inducing a swift slash and hacks off the head
I've made a fallen soldier bed
pitting the body organs splitting I rip through the flesh
as the test of time is alloted

-Would you have guessed I tried my best but now I'm beside myself
Raised in stress and i never quite learned to burn the rest
so it lingers at my sides while i hide and try to  relate
but i just catch the bait
hooked and damn how i hate
everytime you lie and disguise the times we had that you were made of this or that
a doormat
you walked on and through me to your home,
right outside as you close the door
so far away from something made of more
something pure
but now i watch the clock till it stops
and ive found peace of mind from behind my eyes where
i lie now,
and where ill stay,
one shot away and the clock breaks and my mind mends
and the rest of time spends outside my reality
and finally ive made peace with myself, my health so strong
i walk down the path toward the darkness-

-I fought ontop of this ocean but now im fallin,
dozing asleep while the body seeps into the black abyss and wraps me
in the freedom,
trapped inside this space
I cant quite make back to that place
outside where the birds fly high and dive
down
and snatch to catch latch talons
why do they never have to sleep,
thats where i was but now i lust the endlessness
and i dont think ill ever miss this clouded scar
so i kickstart the heart with tar and its hard to make out why i ever bothered
to smother and suffocate myself in air,
why i never lit the matches,
my unabashed love to crash with the ashes
to bury my hurried heart
the broken stars
the blury self
i'll hurry my health
and pour down dirt towards my mouth
and worms will gouge out
my eyes while i smile i'll
be with the birds i love till life rips me apart-

A space odyssey, oddity i found myself flippin switches
nuclear fissions, hyperspeed travelin ravelin time and space we make haste our destination
on the Javelin, cannons charged and armed ready to fade life forms born of evil
extrinsic flow i form from space dust, universal upheavals i never deal with,
merely rip it apart particle beam rifle theirs nothing left but a galactic myth
sift through federation junk to find the funk forgotten, I'm the cyberpunk
A tree trunk of dystopic macrocosm I'm crackin open, galactic confederates i'm smokin,
chockin', portraits of corspes in outerspace vacuums suckin em up like quarters,
The bounty hunter you can't afford to confront,
My warship treasure hunts and your head...
slices clean a stump
Space desperados discovering the final frontier,
the de facto nebula pirate the blood smear I acquired
with choir of laser fire,
droppin the night's tear changin gears to lightsaber survival,
i never desire the higher ground,
technological bound I gouge alien hounds with plasma
dodgin miasma
creating a phantas-magoria
I morph many chasms on imperial surface,
man the turret squirting and gore through the corrupted planet
worlds reverting to desert forms - converting to glass,
the matchstick smoke left swirling I jack all assets,
return to space to face the fate of a universal threat,
beset on beginning the ending of lifeforms ascending infinity high
the everlasting outlaw,
A galactic warlock casting incantations rich in finger trigger twitch
I lynch single handedly smite holographic assasins and block lasers
no coherent light to map three dimensional ninja might
I withstand the night,
fight under force fields, appeal your commander's life
smuggle funk blueprints written in ancient hieroglyphics
distill my flight suit and imbue with groovy smoothness
I intend to remove this corporate fool commanding the new galactic order
with transcended prose improvements of hero-overexposure
i mentally break the border of the universe
The last galactic paladin

written on concrete,
evolution we become polution and enlace the sky still speaking the truth/
removing bodies of ignorance/
hiding from the severed-mind sleuths,
who with blunted brains leave splintered woods/
the architecture stood strong stands weak,
wreckage washed up on beaches/
the mecca we reach bitting through peaches,
victorious over defeat/
meet the elite style that comes to pile high the industry
corrupting and enslaving the free/
I, morning star fight through bodies,
leave a wake of corpses and enforce this/
dismiss your pleas to save me/
i drown thee,
in my blood runs purity and beats insanity over rhymths
...to be unleashed likes wolves/
hooves of the apocalyptic/
cryptic ecliptic notes/
I spit this flow with more bloodspray triptychs,
altar displays i'll make five times a day/
Three panels of rhyme styles turn dials to full force/
thrusting holy swords into my body eleviates the pain of zealot brains/
the mundane/
Ascertain, entertain and break/
make capillary veins pump wide and shake the Mark of Cane/
debunk mysterious funk and rein water heads into my ocean campaign/
Let me explain this domain/
I reign with arcane ball and chain/
ripping apart stringy hearts not woven to contain my title

Im laying down this track
with all the inspiration a matter of fact
it all tracks back to my mom
ill keep this piece calm
and strong
the words i carry in my palm
i hold it too my heart
when i walk past smoke bombs
my vision isnt always clear
but i'll remember her aplomb
always, always, carry on
always mindful of where i came from
You bore me and i intend to walk along the right path
even during the aftermath you craft a laugh for me to hold on too
through the darkness and through the flames
of the heartless and the games
My mother's name i can't forget
Through pain or gain my upbringing remains the same
I know where i came, I proclaim it to the world, I own no shame
Everything you are and everything i became
everything ill add up to through you i'll never blame
But the credit I owe to you
for lacing up my shoes
giving me the tools
bringing me up to embrace my life
find strength through grace and push past the strife
and after the hype, your the best mom i could ask for
the love you spread, like music or bread
my ears are ringing and my carb count...lethal as lead

Their's a difference between rock and hiphop. rock includes a band, multiple members using different instruments to relay the message to their audience. hiphop really only NEEDS two members, and sometimes its only one, with two instruments, the beat and the mic. where this doesnt HAVE to be true, rappers can go out and make a band and have a rapper cut some stuff over the instrumentals, it hasnt really been done to the point where you could say the rap group was really a band, and if it was done all the attention would be channeled to the rapper, not what the band would be painting for its audience (which is prolly the reason it hasnt been done really).

So, unlike rock, almost ALL of the artists time and dedication is put into the lyrics (and generally he has a partner working on the beats, making it a collaborative piece of work and often making the piece more complex in nature). This is the fundamental reason why rock is a completely different ball park (atleast at this point in the history of music). All the attention of the listener is directly channeled then to the flow, lyricism, charisma and whatnot of the rapper. Thats why hiphop is directly connected in art form with martial arts (and why martial arts is referenced quite a bit in rap). whereas rock is more like a portrait of a groups soul, with technicalities coming from play style, the different lines and curves making a whole picture for their audience, rap (while it can creat a story/painting in your brain) is a technical art form. Oftentimes the beat is underplayed by the skill of the emcee, something that has plagued hiphop's since its first insurgence. every kick and punch in a line is designed to intrigue the listener and keep them guessing where you will go next, much like in a martial art competition you arent fighting the other person, your fighting your own limitations to how you can trick your opponent into defeat, in hiphops case - the "wow" factor given to the audience.

This i have found has been the cause of more debate then the beats cut over an artists rhymes, though i believe the beat is where an emcee has the chance to also paint a portrait while kicking someone's a$$ with their lyrics as well. Take a song like Ressurection by common, you have Common's great lyrics, giving the narrative and funneling his emotions into the listener while sending a message, at the same time he's using his flow over the beat like he's attacking the listener's mind with kick and punches, something to keep the beat mixed up and interesting for the listener while showcasing his talent,(another reason why free flowing songs arent used in hiphop, the artist cant change the shape without the music already changing it for him, thus any number of possibilities become unlocked and all the skill and artistry is taken out of lyrics flow). then the beat track itself is often the color palette of the song, in this case Resurrection has a jazzy piano track, giving his lyrics a brighter more soulful feeling in comparison to something like a gravediggaz track.

Now take a song like Soulja Boy. the songs lyrics and flow are FAR from complex...so all that is left is the portrait, something the listener can find a certain emotion they want to spike at a moment....

THIS.....is why Soulja Boy is so popular to mainstream listeners. To be honest, you have to be a pretty musically intelligent person to understand and enjoy hiphop, but most people nowadays get home after a long days work and just want to be stimulated. why do you think so many people are alcoholics or fiend's nowadays? life is stressful and a good way to smooth stuff over is to give your mind a stimulation that will calm it down, or pep it up and make it feel happier. thus why SO MANY people fall for the trap that is new school hiphop. all talent and narrative is takent away, leaving only the stimulus to give mainstream listeners something to enjoy on their way home from school or work, at a party, anytime where they just want to relax and not have to think about anything but still get a feeling out of something.

The way rock works is not nearly as complex, which is the reason why rock artists funnel either all of their creativity into the portrait (example - Madonna, other pop artists and one hit wonders) or they funnel it into the technical instrument playing and music theory (example - mathcore, some hiphop, most underground music genre's)....but, the most succesful rock artist balances both of these facets and have a good mix of colors for their portrait while giving their listeners a complex song to keep them intrigued to come back for more.

Present time's hiphop's biggest problem is that it cannot find this balance between the technical artistry and the creative artistry. most hiphop artists downplay the technical side and have spawned an enourmous number of one hit wonder tracks, all of which give the mainstream listener a stimulus but leave the technical listners wanting after the first 20 seconds, while many underground hiphop artists dont focus enough on their own creative license and create songs that have crappy beats with lyrics that have no creative flows, (but without a doubt good lyrics).

Not only does the hiphop community have to be more willing to take people in, but we also have to let hiphop expand. we cant keep ourselves stuck to one kind of portrait, one type of flow, one style of lyrical poetry. The artists need to take their creativity further, push the boundaries on their portraits, on their technical art, on their stories and lyrcism, and most of all, all us hiphop heads need to start supporting these accets that make what we love about hiphop and start educating people on the history and artistry of hiphop.

Hiphop may be a form of artistry that few can appreciate, especially with the potential that hiphop gives to the listener, and it may always have a smaller community, but atleast we may be able to bring justice to hiphops name and let the world know that hiphop isnt a joke afterall.

Breakin it off, one step at a time, seven dollars worth of dimes is gunna buy me my kind
of potion, the lotion goin on the brain to silk up the gears, the red and white on my cain's
and its been a long time  comin, my eruption on the mic, i spike your mental fluids with corruptive delusions
of movin, to this street beat melody, hellody from the dark den lair pay her five bucks to fuck with my what?
naw thats not what im trying to cut on this track, wack stories a matter a fact not so real so dont deal it with the ear
peer into this hells dome where i roam lookin for more treasures to embellish this mellody's crown of thorns
i was born with the sole goal to grow my micrphone skills honed and mow down fashion feuds with tight elastic rap spandex
beat decks erected on plastic poles cant hold the massive load of rhythm gism im forcin in em
get out the crains stainless steal beams cemented over and lined with indestructible materials cuz i fear you'll need to buy some time
for my rhyme time perfection, on wheels
peel in half emcees like i crack red seas wide open croakin like froggy frog but not posin
rudimentary from the start not the finish so i begin where you end throwin darts that dont bend
I cram knowledge to abolish slavery of the mind the kind evoking the childs eye from the light
despite moving enlightened groovyness we cover less demographic  their's nothing new to this
so i try my best to bless the mathematic eratic finesse, i guess?
naw you guess unless im rockin the boat too soft not knockin off the guests
so now im lockin up those cotton pillows you rest your heads on when you write the con artist's best
lines, tryin too hard to be a bitch.

yah that ending line was just cuz i got tired n lazyy......

Let me speak the rhythm

And give em the pain killers/

Cuz it seems to me these days

For days

I wait

My mind’s drummin for mind numbin prescription/

The type and only type

You’ll find slackin the nutrition

Of bass thumpin/

But not bumpin and rumbling stimuli/

Better beat the ear clear to hear that piece of pie/

I barrel aim ya fuckin brain/

Transfusion to the soul/                 

My main goal’s for the whole

Body to find control/

A tall toll debt

Hip-hop’s covered red/

Holes open paths

The last trace of the lead/

So bring out ya dead

Cuz im bringin the meds/

Its time we find a way

To clean up this muddy mess/

Rap aerobatics jump styles
battles over tactics
i give no slack
step back and watch/
exactly packed
not gentle level headed sheep
i sweep across this beat
your finished
AND enlisted/
to feel bass reapers rip your shit
and with waste baskets I spit
and stop
locked up the racket/
y'know/
the one that comes boom boom bappin outta your mouth
where I shove a barrel/
cap it tight/
no slight effort
your styles weak and decrepit
youre rhythms fallin apart like a leper/
my temper is loosing control
oozing a clip
your words lisping my dick
your submerged in acid flow
my words explode
a bass dose so low
your fallin into comotose/
step it up Nine!
tails erupt
a slash of ash
you lack the strength
to stop your burial/
mop your blood/
stop fake facades
while i nod to sleep
when i meet
your weak ass beats
they're still HILLS of boring/
dont BOTHER touring
while my raps quarantined
for having seen
something gleam
from the heart too dark
for the mainstream scene/
a hyper rap beam/
hopefully your mind gleans
to find meaning
in these things
i bring to the damaged dinner table/
it looks like the family members
turned tender
while i
rap taste
straight from the bottle/
does it look like i coddle
while i fondle this rhymths breast?/
good guess/
and its best you rest
unless i stress
the rest of this god forsaken mess
of bright selective
limelight
the best of
rhyme time
fine art
worth a dime and a heart.

The first of many raps to not pertain to movies! much....much....MUCH....easier to write about, especially when it's coming straight from your emotions. I wrote it in a style that many should find easy to read this time, and i organized it for your convenience,  isn't that just dandy? so please please please read it through,  leave me your thoughts or your constructive criticisms and enjoy!

"Thursday, like studying physics"

It’s two-thirty six and I’m pumped to leave

Freedom’s the life so why do I grieve

Undoin my tie, my shirt, my sleeves

until I see

your wack posse

“whatsup are you free?”

and I ferget what I believe

and its not like your a jock

but you still act hot

With your phony ass style

just keepin a smile

File my step n’ walk like I gotta show

gotta whore and act more

like a merry go round

Pleasing the crowd

and what gives with that shit?

Why is it that every fuckin kid

Nowadays gotta act

like they’re big show biz

just keep you giz for liz and chill the fuck out

quit going all out

raise your clout not by shout

but by knowlegable thoughts about the devout

Cuz I’m not about to judge

Do I look like a thug?

and why do you take

everything I say

and pessimistically shape

until I lay in thought

lost and shot

I fought till I bought your rough neck ways

and I gotta say

it’s about motherfuckin time you change the layout

opt another route

cuz the one you chose

leads you straight to the foe

and he’s not into show

just into a throw - a punch or two

slew of attacks that are gunna stop you

and your crew

so change your ways or avert your eyes

cuz im not into your sarcastic lies or the way you suck guys

just to buy immunity

that shit ain’t free

it should be bought by character

not by your two-cent candy

and gee

I think of the times when we all used to chill

and how still we used to lay

and how still that’s the way

the path that we desire

my eyes are fuckin tired

whoever made this plan

step down, your ass is fired.

alright, here it is, the complete first verse....this is gunna be a long ass song, cuz im not planning on skimping on ANYTHING in this story, it's too good....Brendan Frasier is too good....

let me know what you think though, i changed one or two things in the first part that you guys had already seen, but everything else is unadulterated newness....so enjoy it like you would cookie dough or rainbows, unless....wait no everyone likes rainbows and cookie dough...


It all began in 1290 B.C
Got Anck-su-namun
chillin back wit the priest
she's some mistress of the Pharoah
by the name of Seti
gettin angry wit the Tep
guess he's fed up wit the ass
i get, but heck, let's agree to disagree
A high priest got his needs
gotta get a girl wet, see?
so just back off the track
i aint stoppin my mack
thats the fact that you lacked when i stabbed you with this kryss
in the back,
and damn
it's gettin kinda hot
Anck-su-namun's butt naked and i'm caught in a knot
with the guards, no regard, their spears pierce through
the steal spills my gut, the red wine brimmin
what full champagne cups,
fuck, they put my body in some fuckin casket
my organs, pottery
identity, a waste basket
then they mask it with plagues
upgraded grenades  makin tomb raiders afraid, but it's all the same,
the revenge of my heart i'll depart,
impart on the world my pain
watch it all fall apart,
she'll utter those words
you just motherfuckin wait
i'm just waitin around for my resurrection date

Three thousand years later whatsup with these haters?
we're a french foreign legion without a translator?
Gunslingin debaters gettin pissed like Vader
tryin to charge Hamunaptra like their names' Mayor Slayer
well check it, my pistols flash bullets cross the plain
ya brain matter dead and dashed across a wall stained
a face drawn from depths of deaths best manner
of terror and hate
definitely not on my  planner
well the sand starts to quake
and the hooligans shake
before you even knew the sand goblins made a take
for the hills,
it all gave me shrills and some time to get chilled
until a caravan dropped off the bad deal

Aight guys, new song, or should i say the first verse of the new song. it's obviously about the mummy, following my movie based theme for my first album. let me know how you think it is. i understand its actually really hard to understand the flow of it online, so just ask me to serenade you next time we see eachother, cuz it's actually a pretty good song so far. it's gotta be tweaked, but it's a much better start then my Hook song. so please....leave a comment, tell me if i missed anything in the storyline or plot so far that u think i should add, ect.

It all began in 1290 B.C
Got Anck-su-namun
chillin back wit the priest
she's some mistress of the Pharoah
by the name of Seti
gettin angry wit the Tep
guess he's fed up wit the ass
i get, but heck, let's agree to disagree
A high priest got his needs
gotta get a girl wet, see?
so just back off the track
i aint stoppin my mack
thats the fact that you lacked when i stabbed you with this kryss
in the back,
and damn
it's gettin kinda hot
Anck-su-namun's butt naked and i'm caught in a knot
with the guards, no regard, their spears pierce through
the steal spills my gut, the red wine brimmin
what full champagne cups,
fuck, they put my body in some fuckin casket
my organs, pottery
identity, a waste basket
.......
....



woo hah! and as a double update i'll pose a question.

I'm makin an album, probably about 12-16 songs total. It's gunna be completely movie based, but i think i might sneak in a couple show, just to mix things up a bit. so here's the list of movies right now that i'm set on doing songs for, including the two ive already embarked on. so please, PLEASE, give me some feedback on other titles i should include, my list is norwhere near complete so i absolutely need your feedback. the overall theme is movies, but also try to give some varying genre's so each song will be unique (comedy, fantasy, sci fi, drama, ect)

here's my tentative list:

Hook - (done/almost done)
The Mummy - (one verse, no where NEAR done, may have to trash and rewrite)
Lost in Space - (gauranteed)
Pulp Fiction (maybe...not sure yet)
Boondock Saints (more likely than not)
Enter the Dragon (most likely)
Braveheart (very likely)
Die Hard (very likely)
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (most likely)
Battle Royal (almost gauranteed)
The Fifth Element (gauranteed)
The Lord of the Rings....(what a long fucking song, thats like a 12 minute song right there easily!....maybe one movie per album)
Nightmare Before Christmas (very very likely)
Troy (almost gaurenteed)
Hero/Fearless (one of these is almost a gaurantee...i think)


that makes 15 songs, perhaps 17 w/ lotr being 3 total, but most of these im still not very sure on yet. let me know what u think of my selection, but more importantly, give me some movies that i missed/you think would be great to make into a song....PLEASE.....

g'night all.

A successful lawyer by the name Peter Banning,
became engrossed in his work
Lost touch with the family,
So whatcha gunna do if i kidnap Jack and Maggie?
With your suit and you tie,
without happy thoughts to let you fly?
well say goodbye to England
say hello to Neverland
it's time to recover the hero had been.

wake up in a port where pirates steal ya shoes,
Your children are bait and this ain't no time to lose
yah head,
and it's said that your physical condition is worth what hook is dishin,
the dissin,
your only hope left is to listen
to Tinkerbell,
Three days aint bad to re-learn the spell?
until you fell in a Lost Boy's hell,
they can't believe your the Pan,
the man in green that flies above the sand,
Rufio won't let up
Bangerang! Slice a cocunut in two,
now the foo knows what to expect outta you,
and so do you, on your ship, Jolly Roger that's it?
yah, and now their's danger with it's flying green neighbor
the thoughts of fatherhood flowing through Pete's saber
He's braver than the time at the dock before-hand
So I think it's bout time to save Neverland.

Peter returns to give the battle Hook's demanded
he's landed, cuts a hancock through the rig
red-handed,
expanded the chaos wrecks the stage set,
The kid in red wants to wring me by my neck,
wait a sec, it's the technique of a boy,
his novice sword skills that he tries to employ
leaves him free, and he sees
the tip of Hook's sword penetrates his white-T,
why Pete? you were like a father to me,
The captain of this ship better make like a tree
and leave these kids alone,
It's time for my children and I to go home,
This neverland place i've seemed to outgrown*
better of with a boy whose bravery's uknown.*

But wait, don't you leave,
remember what i did to ur shirtsleeve?
In the midst of a battle it ripped I do believe
and the cut on your cheek that made your face bleed?
you and I decided to make that jive treaty,
My sleigh hand tool just wouldn't agree
sweet, and neither did the tick tock's of my clocks
they shocked and mocked
you got caught on the spot
right above the giant croc,
stop STOP! don't drop!
the clock at the top said it's time to flip flop
and came right down teeth bearing on the spot,
the stomache acid's hot
and my eyes are bloodshot,
the skin starts to rot
i deserve what i got,
The belly of the beast for a muther fuckin twat.
The belly of the beast for a muther fuckin twat.


EDIT #4: refined versions of all 4 verses.....looking to make one last verse to complete the story, but perhaps its unnecessary....maybe another middle verse? i need to go watch the movie again...

The Finisher, a minister
cleanin plates of the sinister
sinner, theologian of the dinner,
but not just the eats,
an engineering elite,
his mathematical equations throw you from your seat,
and the linear solutions droppin bombs at ur seat,
Brian Briars, a man on a mission with the tires,
Hero of life's epic that never gets tired,
a liger of a man, half human half RAM,
and i don't mean a lamb, nor Ricky nor Sam,
it's Brian OK?
so chill out and lay
take in the sunshine's rays
reflect on what i gotta say
and, oh yah...


HAPPY BIRTHDAY

this ain't a fuckin competition,
rather demolition, demonstration of my furious omition
of your heart, im flyin like a dart through the air,
yah scared? you should be
cuz it wasn't to smart to dare my intuition,
a flying stag kick and your flippin,
electric bugs, a token of my potentcy,
"He's just a boy!"
yah and now he sees
the only option left is to flee,
but its no use runnin from the gunnin prancing stag
a white flag,
i choose to ignore
lagged by your shield and ur sword,
my prancing stag runs through you body like a boar
and the tusks filled with lightning that rips open the door
to your demise,
"high five", don't try,
you'll trip and die down a black abyss,
bliss, but wait it ain't over,
a punch filled with flames, the bulldozer reigns
victorious, i four stocked the kid
glorious, a boisterious defeat,
a fleet of flying stags that bring you down to your knees,
suck it.





continuation of Marth, second verse.

A successful lawyer by the name Peter Banning,
became engrossed in his work
Lost touch with the family,
So whatcha gunna do if i kidnap Jack and Maggie?
With your suit and your tie,
without happy thoughts to let you fly,
well say goodbye to England
say hello to Neverland
it's time  to recover the hero had been.

wake up in a port where pirates steal ya shoes,
Your children are bait and this ain't no time to lose
yah head,
and it's said that your physical condition is worth what hook is dishin,
the dissin,
your only hope left is to listen
to Tinkerbell,
well, three days aint that bad to re-learn the spell?
until you fell in a Lost Boy's hell,
they can't believe your the Pan,
the man in green that flies above the sand,
Rufio won't let up "you...you man! you stupid, stupid man!"
"Shut up you lewd, crude, rude bag of pre-chewed food, dude!"
Bangerang! Slice a cocunut in two,
now the foo knows what to expect outta you,