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Evening Reading

by Steve Gibson, Jul 13, 2000 6:15pm PDT
Related Topics – Games: PC, CPL

Evening Reading! Not sure if this is gonna turn into a regular thing or not but it is fairly entertaining for now so I'll keep doing it. Here is a bunch of misc stuff for you guys to look at as the day winds down:

- The FAKK2 page has been updated with an interview with 2 of the developers, also if you're in dallas you can beta test! - The Voyager page has been updated with some fan art and 2 new enemies, you can also see the .plan update from KennyH - The Ion Storm page has been updated with word that there is no Anox DreamCast port, contrary to an IGN report. - Word from Gamecenter is that the NGUSA buyout has left the CPL without software for their tournaments.
Lastly, an interesting article on CNN about EBay requesting government assistance in ridding themselves of an abusive user.


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    I sit alone in my four-cornered room
    staring at candles
    Oh that shit is on? Heh
    Let me drop some shit like this here
    Real smooth

    Verse One: Scarface

    At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
    Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
    Four walls just staring at a nigga
    I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
    My mother's always stressing I ain't living right
    But I ain't going out without a fight
    See, everytime my eyes close
    I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
    It's somebody watchin' the Ak'
    But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back
    I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
    When I awake I don't see the motherfucker
    He owns a black hat like I own
    A black suit and a cane like my own
    Some might say "take a chill, B"
    But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
    I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows
    Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
    Investigating the joint for traps
    Checking my telephone for taps
    I'm staring at the woman on the corner
    It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you

    Verse Two: Willie D

    I make big money, I drive big cars
    Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
    But late at night, somethin ain't right
    I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
    Is it that fool that I ran off the block
    Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
    Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
    Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour
    Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
    Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker
    But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
    If it's going down let's get this shit over with
    Here they come, just like I figured
    I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
    What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
    Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
    I live by the sword
    I take my boys everywhere I go
    Because I'm paranoid
    I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
    My mind is playing tricks on me

    Verse Three: Scarface

    Day by day it's more impossible to cope
    I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
    Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
    Every Sunday morning I'm in service
    Playing for forgiveness
    And trying to find an exit out of the business
    I know the Lord is looking at me
    But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
    I often drift while I drive
    Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
    BANG and get it over with
    And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
    I got a little boy to look after
    And if I died then my child would be a bastard
    I had a woman down with me
    But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
    She helped me out in this shit
    But to me she was just another bitch
    Now she's back with her mother
    Now I'm realizing that I love her
    Now I'm feeling lonely
    My mind is playing tricks on me

    Verse Four: Bushwick Bill

    This year Halloween fell on a weekend
    Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating
    Robbing little kids for bags
    Till an old man got behind our ass
    So we speeded up the pace
    Took a look back and he was right before our face
    We'd be in for a squab' no doubt
    So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
    He was going down, we figured
    But this was no ordinary nigga
    He stood about six or seven feet
    Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep
    So we triple-teamed on him
    Dropping them motherfuckin B's on him
    The more I swung the more blood flew
    Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
    Then I felt just like a fiend
    It wasn't even close to Halloween
    It was dark as fuck on the streets
    My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
    God damn, homie
    My mind is playing tricks on me
    Jul 13, 2000 7:21pm PDT
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