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March 9, 2009

Nokia 7380 - A Toast For The Fashion Elite…

One of the three phones under the L’Armour collection, the Nokia 7380, poses as a real stunner in the fashion market. The phone is designed to bring out the contrast between the various cultural and ethnic influence. Thus, non conventional materials ranging from amber, ceramic, turquoise, silk to enamel are used to give distinct look to Nokia 7380. Besides, craft techniques such as etching and enamelling were used to add a touch of creativity to the set.
“Every detail of these products, from the nature-inspired graphics to the velvet-lined pouches, has been carefully considered with the style-conscious individual in mind,” said Alastair Curtis, vice president of Design at Nokia’s Mobile Phones division, in a press release. He believes “consumers who appreciate design and attention to detail will fall in love with the L’Amour Collection”.
Shaped along the lines of a lipstick tube, the Nokia 7380 is compact, sleek and looks like an ipod at first glance. There is no full fledged keypad as found in the conventional mobiles, instead Nokia 7380 is empowered with a ipod-esque scroll wheel. The scroll wheel is great so far navigation through 40 menu segments is concerned, but it poses a problem when one wants to message. Nokia 7380 tries to mitigate the problem, with its integrated word guesser.
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March 8, 2009

Best New Face Lyrics

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Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw

Let’s go.

I don’t know where I found you

I don’t know where you been

All I know is you got me

In the shape I’m in

You’re the message in the bottle

You’re the deluxe model

I haven’t been so affected

Since I don’t know when

Yeah (yeah), Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)

You’re the best new face

In the human race

(I said) Yeah, Whoa yeah

You’re the best new face

In the human race

You look so real

When you ask me to feel

Yeah you’re so damn convincing

Digging in your heels

If your persuasion attack

Leaves me flat on my back

You can ride me off to ruin

While the whole world cracks

(Said) Yeah (yeah), Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)

You’re the best new face

In the human race

(I said) Yeah, Whoa yeah

You’re the best new face

In the human race

Speak of the devil

And look who appears

He’s cranking up the level

In between your ears

But he’s so frustrated

Cause he can’t get a rise

Out of someone who’s reflecting

Heaven in their eyes

I see heaven in your eyes.

(You look so good)

Yeah (yeah), Whoa yeah (whoa yeah)

You’re the best new face

In the human race

(I said) Yeah, Whoa yeah

You’re the best new face

In the human race

(Said) Yeah (yeah), Whoa yeah (yeah, whoa yeah)

You’re the best new face

In the human race

Yeah, Whoa yeah (Oh yeah)

You’re the best new face

In the human race (Best new face).

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March 7, 2009

Charmonium Lyrics

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February 26, 2009

Faith In You Lyrics

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February 1, 2009

Project Bitch Lyrics

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This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends

Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim

I love y’all broads, no disrespect to my dogs

but I love y’all broads, yea I love y’all broads

To the ladies havin babies without no drama

To my niggas with figgas say I love my baby momma

I bought them shoes, them tattoos, an even fixed yo breasts

I put you inside the flyest rides an even put a “S” on yo’ chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin they mouth on it

An they suck everything out of it then they catch it and swallow it

I’m Lil Weezy for sheezy, I’m off the heezy believe me

See me, I squeeze in between it, and then I leave it so greasy

When I come through in a Rolls Royce, leave them with no choice

but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist

Ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga

Give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]

Give me a project bitch

Give me a hoodrat chick

One that don’t give a fuck

An say she took that dick

[Verse 3: Juvenile]

My momma send me by my grandma, my grandma flipped out

an said we ain’t gone have no evil in this house

So I rolled out scoped me an ounce sold out

but I fucked up when I started livin up in this hoes house

Nigga started fuckin one of the broads

cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard

Lettin a nigga cum all over her chest and tongue

She was still-un, I spared her because her chil-drun

She was a hoe she gave me head behind a building

aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million

if you wanna take it there we can break it off

cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all

I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall

ask me to lay it down I’m bringin it all

I’m tryin to hit ya from the back til ya holla, “Good lord

this motherfuckin dick good and it always be hard”

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Baby]

Look - a nigga could catch me r’d up

Them white folks know the code so we g’d up

an my range rover 4 door be d’d up

Tattoos and new cars and these project cuts

Got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to fuck

I deal with sluts ladies an bitches don’t give a fuck

Project bosses Weezy say “Respect Us”

Bitch nigga find me in the 4 door Lexus

I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that ain’t right

I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life

I got a credit card hoe, a scam type hoe, a fraud type hoe

Like to snort that dope, a dick suckin pro

A calico hoe, a real solid bitch out Chicago

I got a +Brat+ type bitch like to whine an shit

I got a project bitch like to start some shit

[Chorus til fade]

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All Or Nothing Lyrics

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January 19, 2009

Esta Noche Lyrics

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January 13, 2009

Flash the Message Lyrics

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Flash The Message…

[Forte' - Verse 1]

Yo…You make me wanna vomit

Yo, pay homage and dos-e-doe my sonnets

I school y’all niggas slow on socios and economics

You mostly know about the dough from airplay

You only know about the heaters, from the shit that we spray

Import from Vietnam cats, like my man Phillipe’

(?) Bustin’ crimes back(?) I label it, permanent sleep stay(?)

Y’all cronies souped up

My men ain’t near dumb, we grew up

You want your hair done? Hey, FUCK around and get your crew cut

I organize the mental

And live my life as the next essential

Speak on this wild shit, as If I could begin to

Who fall quick? Too many niggas fightin’ over small shit

You’ll find me flippin’ stocks, on boats that never dock

I travel blocks, pick the best man

Bust shots at the yes man, ’cause it was destined

for me to flip investments

Bag a lie, in the basement of the Best Western

And if you don’t want the consequence, then don’t ask the question!

[(Butter - Singing) Jeni Fujita in parentheses] - Chorus

In Ninety Nine

Some blow nines

and some stayed indoors! (Flash The Message, something’s out there!)

Ninety Nine, is the time

When the deaf, dumb and blind

All catch war! (Flash The Message, something’s out there!)

[Forte' - Verse 2]

It’s like…

Me and my crew

And a little tour show

Learned to flip the dough

With the money we’ve got

In Ninety Nine, more war, more crime

Some’ll stay behind doors, and some blow nines

Your conception is annoying

Leave the things we was born in

The street nights, and hope we see the following morning

Niggas sold soul, for gold ropes

Do crimes, for new shines

Poor beer out on the spot, where police drew lines

Hey yo word, we thirty plus

Wear guns thats dirty (?) bust (?)

Ask your men pa, you should’ve been more (What?)…courteous

Like my rain drop

And all my li’l niggas rockin’ tank tops

And sell arms, like government bonds, in Bangkok

Bank stops on lavish trips

Soils I marry with, a dime piece!

A (?)rester oil(?) who speaks in Arabic

If the karat fit, wear it

Every man I know hold

Moreso, y’all niggas happy when you barely go gold!

[Chorus 1x]

[Forte' - Verse 3]

This time it’s personal…

You like the artistry

Rappers just reuse their first cut

They say the same shit forever,

and the use the word, so

They ain’t competing, they knew they was beatin’, from the jump

You get FUCKED! Grammatically speaking…

You funny man

Catch me on tour, A town near you

With 20 Grand (Pikasoe), man it’s etiquette

Snatch your mouth off, for rhetoric

I hold the greets from the street

Yet subtle for lockin’ shit

Majored in Poly Sci, with a double doctorate!

[Chorus 2x

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January 11, 2009

Hello world!

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