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From The Complete Works Of Chuang Tzu(Translated by Burton Watson)Ending of Chapter 2 : Discussion on Making All Things Equal" Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Chuang Chou. But he didn't know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou. Between Chuang Chou and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things. "*Have a look at the wikipage here if you are curious about him (there is much English spelling variations of his name ): You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login
For those of you "neatos" with handwriting etc, here you go : " If I sail to Acapulco or Cancun MexicoThere the law is waiting for meand God knows that I'm innocentIf they wont take me in Cairothen lord where will I go?I’ll die a man without a countryand only God knew I was innocent now. "
[youtube:1zjbojp3]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIJjK3IV3E0[/youtube:1zjbojp3]What More Can I Say? - Jay Z(Are you not entertained?)(Are..you..not..entertained?)(Is this not why you're here?)Uh, Uh, HuhTurn the music upTurn me downGuru...Lets go get 'em againThis time it's for the money my niggaBrooklyn stand up[Verse One]There's never been a nigga this good for this longThis hoodOr this pop is hotOr this strongWith so many different flowsThis ones for this songThe next one I'll switch upThis one will get bit upThese fucksTo lazy to make up shitThey crazyThey don't...paint picturesThey just trace meYou know whatSoon they forget who they pluckedThey whole style fromAnd try to reverse the outcomeI'm like...CLUCKI'm not a biterI'm a writerFor myself and othersI say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brotherBiggin up my boroughI'm big enough to do itI'm that thoroughPlus i know my own flow is foolishSo the rings and things you sing aboutBring em outIt's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouthI'm in...New sneakersDeuce seatersA few Diva'sWhat more can i tell youLet me spell it for youW-I-Double L-I-ENobody truer than H-O-VAnd I'm back for moreNew Yorks ambassadorPrime Minister back to finish my business up[Chorus: Singing]What more can i say?What more can i do?I give this all to youI know this much is trueMy Life(Look at my life)(See what i see)[Verse Two]You already know what I'm aboutFlying birds down southMoving wet off the stepPurple Rain in the droughtStuntin on hoesBrushing off my shirtBut ain't nothing on my clothes'Cept my chainMy nameYoung H-OPitch the yea faithfulEven if they patrol i make payrollBenz paid forFriends they rollPrivate jets down to Turks and CaicosChrys case loadsI don't give a shitNigga one life to live i can't let a day goByeWithout me being flyFresh to deathHead to toe until the day i restAnd i don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plusGive me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button upsS dots on my feetMakes my cycle completeWhat more can i say Guru play the beat, I'm leaving!We gonna let this ride into the hookI'mma snap my fingers on this oneWhat more can i say to you?Get my grown man onLET'S GO(What more can i say?)[Verse Three]Now you know ass is WillieWhen they got you in a magFor like half a BilliAnd your ass ain't LillyWhiteThat mean that shit you write must be illyEither that or your flow is sillyIt's bothI don't mean to boastBut damn if i don't bragThem crackers gonna act like i ain't on they adsThe Martha StewartThat's far from JewishFar from a Harvard studentJust had the balls to do itAnd no I'm not through with itIn fact I'm just previewing itThis ain't the show I'm just EQ'in itOne, Two and i won't stop abusing itTo groupie girls stop false accusing itBack to the musicThe mayback roof is translucentNiggas got a problem HoustonWhat up BThey can't shut up meShut down INot even P.E.I'mma rideGod forgive me for my brash deiveryBut i remember vivilyWhat these streets did to meSo picture meLettin these clowns nit pick at mePaint me like a PickaninnyI will literallyKiss Tee-Tee in the forheadTell her please forgive meThen squeeze until your forheadI'm not the one to score points offIn factI got a joint to knock your points offYoungHova the God nigga blast for meI'm at the Trump InternationalAsk for meI ain't never scaredI'm everywhereYou ain't never thereNigga why would i ever carePound for pound I'm the best to ever come around hereExcluding nobodyLook what i embodyThe soul of a hustler i really ran the streetI CEO's mineThat marketing plan was meAnd no i ain't get shot up a whole bunch of timesOr make up shit in a whole bunch of linesAnd i ain't animated, like say a, Busta RhymesBut the real shit you get when you bust down my linesAdd that to the fact i went plat a bunch of timesTimes that by my influenceOn pop cultureI supposed to be number one on everybody's listWe'll see what happens when i no longer existFuck this(What more can i say?)
Zisis, you are right and you have a great ability to express, according to your post. Jay speculates that only when have gone ever to receive the true cause of prestige.Michael must know that he has people who really matter... fans acclaim. Fuck magazines, TV, Internet, the reels of news and radio stations. You are the more large. :lol:
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