UT here in y2k

say what?

No information on this site was harmed in any way and i hope to not inconvince the caretaker of this unsecure site. Also it doesnt look like there has been an update here in a while, so I think there needs to be one =P. This is to be one of my last sites i will take down for a while if ever, I will probley be doing more productive things hopefully. But anyways I got some other thingz I could be doin.
--c4ndyman

Drained but still i gain

Seeing that itz the year 2000 I think we should really take a look back at the misfurtunes/achivements of the the 20th century and improve on the problems that plagues us today. Its no longer time to look at your country and think its all powerful, this is a world ecconomy. Now as i hear half of the computer trafic is coming from north america. But this will change in time as countrys build up there technologies and there people want to venture out and take advantige of this scene. You can no longer stereotype a computer user because you just never know who holds the knowlege. People there is no longer a reason to say that because i was born into poverty that I could not make somthing of myself (the tool to a better life and money is in front of your face learn it, love it, exploit it). Remeber our hate makes other fallow the same trail so end it.

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Guerrilla Radio - RATM

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole yoru eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks?
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of teh above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' me's
Sound of Murnia guan be free
Who gottern you check the federal file
ALl you pen devils know the trail was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off ern all out theat box it's my radio dial

Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere......
It has to start sometime.........
What better place than here.
What better time than now...
All hell can't stop us now!!!!!