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Soul Survivors (2001)
IMDB rating: 3.40
Plot: College freshman Cassandra “Cassie” (Melissa Sagemiller) steps into a nightmare of otherworldly visitations after surviving a devastating car accident. Haunted by a grim reaper of a far different kind, her only hope is to cling to chance encounters with her lost love Sean (Casey Affleck) and the aid of a mysterious young priest named Father Jude (Luke Wilson). It is the spirit of Sean, her soul mate, who guides her to love, but it is her friends Matt (Wes Bentley), Annabel (Eliza Dushku) and Annabel’s morose friend Raven (Angela Featherstone) who try to draw her to the dark side.
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Directors: Carpenter Stephen
Actors: Affleck Casey,Wilson Luke,Angela Robinson,Bentley Wes,Hamilton Allen,Moreno Ken,Paoli Carl,Pickren Richard,Kitley Ryan,Snyder Rick,Goldberg Danny,Drama,Horror,Thriller,
your favourite verse pick one?
2 verses are irish rap
2 verses are grime
drug using,child abusing in every crazy estate
they arent lazy,theirs just no one to motivate
hazy in the morning,and full of hate
comedown so bad,they purchase an 8th
so lets translate calculate,serve the facts on a plate
modern day impact on,the youth could be great
but to this date,they let their pupils dillate
so who is to blame?its the goverment
when they,gona discover its bent
half sealing crack with rubber,not cement
from the slums themselves,but wearing a posh accent
they would lay sleep,during a crazy event
thats what happens when,you have a lazy president
taking from the poor,and not the rich
leads to another whore,found in a ditch
watever happened to our great ireland
were buying politicians sauna shoes suits
cerial and sweets even material treats
basicaly every thing in our bacterial streets
getting on my nerves is every c??t minster
so when i say this im blunt and sinister
this song is a vigor threat
so dont think im blowing smoke like a cigereete
sick of the conditions were in similar and inhumane
like the corporate companys treatment to the chicken
in the food chain
using us like a vampire use vein
then off to a plane to spain
holiday drinking champagne
with a prostitute called elaine jane
sniffing cocaine with the tax payers paying
my anger my hate i cannot contain
subliminal messages tryna burn my brain
but i refrain from grain to grain
nothing touching my flawlees membrane
so goverment take my words as serious as cancer
or ill summon demons outa hell lika necromancer
I represent for the homeless,
Let down by a nation,
More interested in war in this nation,
When children are sleeping at railway stations.
No home or money,
They wish they could call their mummy to put a hot meal in their tummy,
So at night when the temperature drops,
I’m asking you to remember what you got,
These kids go home to a cardboard box,
They’re the soul survivors,
Warming their hands with a flick and a flame in their lighters,
All their life they’ve been frightened.
On the streets with their head down,
Knowing deep inside that they’ve really been let down,
By a country that’s crippled,
And I thought mankind was supposed to be simple.
I represent single Mums,
All alone on their own trying to put food in the mouths of her two sons,
And the fathers gone, there’s no cash flow, lack of income,
But that’s just the way it is,
She counts fifteen needles pushing her pram on the way to the lift,
And this is where Blair said it’s safe to live and raise kids.
She finds her way out of the block,
With two kids in a pram and a rip and a stain in her top,
She goes to sign on just to maintain the little she’s got,
For her kids sake,
But they’ll never seen a decent life,
But they can dream and they’ll sleep tonight,
They’ve been hung out and left to dry,
The kids are in bed, Mums left to cry.
Beef rap
Could lead to gettin teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest ya change ya diet
It can lead ta high blood pressure if ya fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain’t no startin back once arteries start ta squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then
They know they wouldn’t be talkin that bologna in the bullpen
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain’t never seen the justice
Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he’a boil it
He be better off on PC glued
And it’s a feud so don’t be in no TV mood
Every week it’s mystery meat, seaweed stewed (food, we need food!)
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that’s gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel’
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that’s off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares
The odd pairs swears and God fears
Even when it’s rotten, we’ve gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year’s
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares?
Enough about me, it’s about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about ta eat
A rhymin cannibal who’s dressed to kill, it’s cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
It’s a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual
For a mil’ do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell ‘em devil’s hell no, sell y’all own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, in y’all appeal
Dig the real, it’s how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal (FOOD)
What up
To all rappers shut up with ya shuttin up
And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendale’s
They chippin nails, Doom… jippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that’s counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin bail
Dippin jail, whippin tail, and sippin ale
Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn’t find the Villain like Scooby
He’s in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit, and who’da thunk it?
Punk try an ask why ours be better
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who’s screwed by the dude on the CD nude (we need food!)
Madvillain | Jan 25, 2010
Dustin Solis