avril 2010
13 billets
“I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancun”
—Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi
“Ce foutu système parvient à se faire aimer et désirer par nous alors même que nous croyons le défendre, et il utilise pour cela des astuces de langage qui enrôlent notre générosité à son service.”
—Franck Lepage
“Est démocratique, une société qui se reconnaît divisée, c’est-à-dire traversée par des contradictions d’intérêt et qui se fixe comme modalité, d’associer à parts égales, chaque citoyen dans l’expression de ces contradictions, l’analyse de ces contradictions et la mise en délibération de ces contradictions, en vu d’arriver à un arbitrage.”
—Paul Ricoeur
“Stay home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, same old converse,
Bape tees and the Walees, so works
Im cool, some niggas mad at it
Lookin in from the outside, fantastic
Cant keep that negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,
dont cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick
I smile and I’m pleasant, the weed is the essence
But if I’m in the good, we gon’ tear shit up
I’m talking about shots, ridiculous amounts,
cause If you’re gonna rage, should be all about
take, take another shot or you’re soft
Dream On campaign I’m the mother lovin boss
Haters suck my balls, two time
I never say goodbye because I’m on mine
All my life, wanna do something major
Now every little thing I do might make it in the paper
Cudi found y’all nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin motherfuckas, I dont know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
Wanna get up in my mind,
Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (amanda please)
Wanna know really, really, really who I’m dating
Is she civilian or super duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it don’t matter my nigga, I love them all.
As long as she don’t need stupid amounts of makeup to makeup the self esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am that blessing on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out loud
Putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I wont quit
I’m putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I wont quit
hey hey heyy, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
hey, whoa whoa whoooa
hey, whoa whoa whoooa
na na na na na naaa
Goodbye.” —Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi
Just thoughts, and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, same old converse,
Bape tees and the Walees, so works
Im cool, some niggas mad at it
Lookin in from the outside, fantastic
Cant keep that negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,
dont cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick
I smile and I’m pleasant, the weed is the essence
But if I’m in the good, we gon’ tear shit up
I’m talking about shots, ridiculous amounts,
cause If you’re gonna rage, should be all about
take, take another shot or you’re soft
Dream On campaign I’m the mother lovin boss
Haters suck my balls, two time
I never say goodbye because I’m on mine
All my life, wanna do something major
Now every little thing I do might make it in the paper
Cudi found y’all nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin motherfuckas, I dont know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
Wanna get up in my mind,
Wanna know about me and Amanda Bynes (amanda please)
Wanna know really, really, really who I’m dating
Is she civilian or super duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it don’t matter my nigga, I love them all.
As long as she don’t need stupid amounts of makeup to makeup the self esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the blessing
I am that blessing on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out loud
Putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I wont quit
I’m putting it down, for all I met
Talking fans, I wont quit
hey hey heyy, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
hey, whoa whoa whoooa (come on, come on)
hey, whoa whoa whoooa
hey, whoa whoa whoooa
na na na na na naaa
Goodbye.” —Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi
