It's honestly a labor of love.

The horns are a total copy of 'Destination Unknown' also by Alex Gaudino (summer hit last year.)  In fact, Destination Unknown became so annoying I think it only lasted a few weeks in the clubs.  Well, any clubs I went to.  This song although very much a carbon copy is alot more catchy and definitely worth it.  It's been out a while too but I just realised it.  If I dance at all for the remained of the Summer, this is the song it'll be to.

Lyrics

Expectations and possibilities,
Don't need no crystalball across the probability,
I plan to take you home, do what you do to me,
Come be my roller-coaster got you where we supposed to be,

Watch out,
I'm digging,
Why don't give it a try?
Deep down,
Can you feel it?
You know i've been right,
Better hold tight,
We gone turn it round,
And around,
And around,
And around,
And around,

Wxpectations of what you giving me,
You've got me head to toe,
Your wet arm hold your arm on me,
Why don't you satisfy my curiosity,
Come be my romeo,
You've got me where i wanna be yea,

Watch out,
I'm digging,
Why don't give it a try?
Deep down,
Can you feel it?
You know i've been right,
Better hold tight,
We gone turn it round,
And around,
And around,
And around,
And around.

부산에서 대구로 올라가는길에 대형 4중 추돌사고가 났다.

우리랑 우리 뒤에차만 빼고는 다 들이 박았는데 진무형의 뛰어난

운전 스킬덕에 다행이 우리는 목숨을 건질 수 있었다.아 열라 무섭다.

언제나 안.전.운.전.please=

Watch out, see us coming
Don't think about running

Speak up, stop playing
Who cares what you're saying?

How does it feel to be floating away?
The 7th generation today
Fight your own wars and let us play
Can you take yourself seriously?

Skip the same ol' routine and take it off your routine
You think we're joking?
Stop testing us cause we're breaking through
You're just barking!
Who are you comparing?
Our ways scaring you?

Watch out, see us coming
Don't think about running

Speak up, stop playing
Who cares what you're saying?

How does it feel to be floating away?
The 7th generation today
Fight your own wars and let us play
Can you take yourself seriously?

Watch out, see us coming
Don't think about running.

Oh My God, this video is so hot.  Take the hottest, sexiest chicks, sweat them up a bit in a sporting context, throw in some dirty dancing and a sprinkle of erotica.  I think you got a reciepe that old Jamie Oliver would be proud of.

I picked this ringtone up today and I keep playing it over and over.  This might even match my all time favourite Eric Prydz video.

Check this out while I take a cold shower.

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The video:

Here's the Eric Prydz shot in case you forgot.  I know it's permanently etched in my mind:

Girl
Uncle Ricky, could u read us a bed time story please, o please
(Alright you kids get to bed i'll get the story book. yall tucked in?)yea Here we go,

Verse
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin' like they ought to good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me & You, kid, we gonna make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and makin' da dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?",
the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he'd hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,(sorry)
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said(I need bullets, hurry up, run)
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
he told the cops(Back off or honey here's dead),
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I have to end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
just another case about the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets CAST.
Good Night.

Uh, so you're looking at screenshots from Alex "Destination Calabria" Gaudino's new video titled 'Watch Out'. As is the Italian DJ's style it's nothing but gratuitous ass 'n' titties. The clip is meant to reference the upcoming World Cup, but pfft whatever, who's thinking about soccer when you're watching these girls get their game on in crop tops and undies?

• Watch 'Watch Out'
• Watch 'Destination Calabria'

More soft porn pics celebrating the female form from the video:

Oh and by the way this is Alex:

The dude is totally gangster. I think he blew a loaded gun in the head of feminism about three years ago, and buried her in a vineyard somewhere in Naples.

This post originally appeared in ninemsn's MusicFIX.

Verse 1
Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam, a killin bomb
But no alarm - Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
But for a microphone still I fiend
This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe
What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way - world's outasight
Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it cause it's the R
This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin
Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin
The Leader
Verse 2
This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison
Aight listen
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I Eternal? Or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep ya movin cause the crowd said so
Dance - cuts rip ya pants
Eric B on the blades, bleedin to death - call the ambulance
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone murderin' MC's
Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote
(follow the leader) Yeah - dope
Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck
Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct
I came to overcome before I'm gone
By showin and provin and lettin knowledge be born
Then after that I'll live forever - you disagree?
You say never? Then follow me!
From century to century you'll remember me
In history - not a mystery or a memory
God by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave, but remember
You're not a slave
Cause we was put here to be much more than that
But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped
But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains
Remake the brains, reveal my name
I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous
It can't be mixed, diluted; it can't be changed or switched
Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing
Hurry hurry, step right up and keep following
The leader
Verse 3
A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury
My third eye makes me shine like jewelry
You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid
I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade
I can't wait to break and eliminate
On every traitor or snake - so stay awake
and follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail
The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail
I'm Rakim the Fiend of a Microphone
I'm not HIM, so leave my mic alone
Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go
So fasten your seatbelt, cause I'm about to flow
No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead
Word to daddy, indeed!
The R's a rollin stone, so I'm rollin
Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen
Stop buggin', a brother said, dig em, I never dug 'em
He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em
into danger zone, he should arrange his own
Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone
There's one R in the alphabet
It's a one-letter word and it's about to get
More complex from one rhyme to the next
Eric B be easy on the flex
I've been from state to state, followers tailgate
Keep comin but you came too late, but I'll wait
So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped
You're the next contestant - clap ya hands, you won a trip!
The price is right - don't make a deal too soon
How many notes could you name this tune?
Follow the Leader is the title, theme, task
Now ya know, you don't have to ask
Rap is Rhythm And Poetry, cuts create sound effects
You might catch up if you follow the records E. wrecks
Until then keep eatin and swallowin
You better take a deep breath and keep followin
The leader.

Verse 1
1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul
(Brothers and sisters, hey)
Listen if you're missin' y'all
Swingin' while I'm singin'
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know
While the Black bands sweatin'
And the rhythm rhymes rollin'
Got to give us what we want
Gotta give us what we need
Our freedom of speech is freedom or death
We got to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say
Fight the power
Chorus
FIGHT THE POWER!
Verse 2
As the rhythm designed to bounce
What counts is that the rhymes
Designed to fill your mind
Now that you've realized the prides arrived
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange
People, people we are the same
No we're not the same
Cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless
You say what is this?
My beloved lets get down to business
Mental self defensive fitness
(Yo) bum rush the show
You gotta go for what you know
Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be
Lemme hear you say...
Fight the Power
Chorus
FIGHT THE POWER!
Verse 3
Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother fuck him and John Wayne
Cause I'm Black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
(Get it) lets get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be
Chorus
FIGHT THE POWER!

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Verse 1: Puff Daddy
Yo, the sun dont shine forever
But as long as its here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business before pleasure
P-diddy and the fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Dont make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that Im two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, ima make you love me baby
Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nuthin but choked
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for these cats
And big you know you too hard for these cats
Ima win cause Im too smart for these cats
While they makin up facts, you rakin up plats
Verse 2:The Notorious B.I.G.
In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He dont like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And im, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2x)
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
Verse 3: Puff Daddy
Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, ima get my stash on
Theres a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said Id live it up til all the cash gone
Aint that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
You aint gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be
Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
Im the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it aint no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the comission