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I'm in a hurry, I'll only respond to the essential part: A FRIEND OF MINE REALLY WROTE IT. He didn't want to read insults from the fans, so I told him "I'll post it for you," which, as you can see, I only wrote in italics. Greetings to everyone, especially to Moonchild's sister.
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Ah, this review, no thanks. No abyss, bombastic dimension, direction at a thousand, not even a hint of tragedy, and if there's one thing that's missing here, it's silence. Damn, you hit the nail on the head.
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Ingrandisci questa immagine <- Patton as Fantomas last night in Bologna with Melvins & ZU. Fresh fresh fresh.
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bbs.bunglefever.com - Information ////// Artwork of the album.
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Oh no, I’m being informed from the control room that there’s also this online << They’re dramatic acts, psychopathic subjects, now if you push hardcore you can see it in their features, if you don’t want to believe it that’s one less problem for me, let’s stay four fanatics in the center of the crosshairs, how is it? that you don’t grasp it, you can’t understand how is it? it's like sushi, that’s why you don’t digest it, how is it? that around here you don’t leave unless you trash the pop in a piece, but in my place hip hop has nothing to do with pop for many rap is just gym exercise, they embark on this journey without any technical baggage, aiming for platinum, pushing a single every summer, but from this jungle, they don’t get out without a machete, it’s kung fu hits, you have tech on set full contact against the sunny hits from Nec and his target, the exception confirms this rule, the infection spreads to every single molecule, the exorcist shifts the aspect of every head connected with the funk like a whip and a masochist, if it’s an answer you seek, you won’t find it here, at worst leave your mark for the next passage. >> Too bad there aren’t many of them, there will be at least twenty pieces dedicated to Gianni & Pinotto. Maybe there are more pieces against them than the ones they made.
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The others dedicated to them online can't be found, what a shame. But even this one alone captures the essence of the spits they take from the professionals. This is child's play, simple. << It doesn't matter the records you sell, the girls you impress... but only the beatings you take: now it's better if you get down >>
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So, Jad was the name of a jerk who is now a cop,
the fool at the airport with the iron,
a paladin like Zorro, Uobinda knows a thing or two,
Sweet Remì, Judo Boy over us,
Pupo thinks he's a DJ now and
you can hear all sorts of crap, every kind of fool will have to listen,
and every situation manages to establish that you've been full of it for quite some time,
there's no place for guys like you here,
this idiot with the Bio-Presto face doesn’t count.
Ugly torso,
look, you've pressed the wrong button, let me tell you this story,
the air's clear, I'll explain it, you're too weak a magician,
you have no words, your tricks don't charm me,
you can't do Tranqi Funky, you're lacking coordination,
poor idiot, fishing in the aquarium, you don't come to the ocean,
you stay on the tracks of a toy train,
you are the evil of hip-hop, you are rotten.
You're worse than a nazo for Jews, go screw off with your Casadei style,
but get the mazurka out of my face...
About whether you were 30 or 2000,
try again and get in line,
let me know who of you challenges me,
there’s no fill-out.
Smi wannabe, it's passing you by,
evolution of a species in sight...
you've messed up.
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<< Dear Gianni and Pinotto, this is what it is...
Listen, let me light up, okay now get lost, it’s pointless to argue, idiot.
You cast a shadow on me, it seems like it’s time for you to get the hell out of here,
throw your face in a bin, set yourself on fire.
I waste the solution to your problems,
in 3 words YOU'RE A SUCKER, a gesture is enough for me like a toilet.
You’re already on your way out, pusher of non-existence,
an imbecile on the highway with diligence.
Isotta come on, honk and go, like Orzoway
never stop until your spleen bursts.
More of a loser than Fracchia when you try to introduce your bleating
Sunday fool, a case to archive, stuff commercial made for the masses,
I'll smoke you with Annoyance like an MS.
I spit rhymes like it's raining, you don’t.
I got bboy style, you'll never enjoy the show, the oracle
marks the fact that you’ll be happy immersed in your own shit
even with flippers, you won't be able to save yourself
you have to come to terms with it
and don’t forget what I told you:
Article 31 FIRST ACT. >>
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The one released this year is very beautiful. Live sessions from the Wazoo period, of which nothing official has ever come out, so it's quite a treat. Lots of trumpets, trombones, and cornets, very nice. It's called Imaginary Diseases, from Zappa Records. It's been a while since anything enticing of his has come out; the last posthumous releases were a bit unnecessary. Anyway, the unpublished albums by Zappa, excluding compilations, now total a neat 75. Then there are about thirty compilations, quite a few singles, a warehouse of bootlegs... and just one EP. The latest one is nice.
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NOW, SERIOUSLY: Aren't you ashamed to send around that mess on the wall? You've been annoying us with this writing here and there, the king and the monkey and various nonsense... and you put that childish stuff on the board? You should be ashamed just to pick up a Felton; I'd ban the sale of spray cans to people like you. Take a vacation at a Montana Hardcore course on the Great Wall of China; with the starting point you have, you need a lot of wall to learn. Actually, better yet, buy yourself a roller and two cans of water-based plaster... and cover up the mess you photographed.