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GeekVeterano Nivel 3

puntos 22 | votos: 22
Voy a clase - de Lengua Castellana, ¿te vienes?
puntos 16 | votos: 16
Ser diferente no es algo - malo,simplemente es algo bueno.
puntos 5 | votos: 5
Por esos juegos - Que te llegan tan hondo...
puntos 6 | votos: 12
Las buenas ideas - son las menos conocidas
puntos -3 | votos: 9
que estoy mu loco... - que le meti el dedo en el ojo a mourinho

puntos 1 | votos: 5
- ¿ Quieres jugar a algo? - + Vale, ¿ A que ?. - Lo que quieras, soy español.
puntos 8 | votos: 8
Por esos solos de guitarra - que jamás olvidaremos
puntos 887 | votos: 915
Esforzarse de pequeño - para ser el mejor de mayor.
puntos 14 | votos: 14
En este mundo no hay racistas - hay IDIOTAS!
puntos 11 | votos: 13
Ese momento de alegría general - cuando falta el profesor más odiado.

puntos 8 | votos: 10
No sé que pensar después de esto -
puntos 4 | votos: 4
404 carteles ya. - Gracias a toda la gente que me ha estado apoyando durante este año en Desmotivaciones. Quiero decir que sois muy grandes y quiero dar especial gracias a unos cuantos usuarios. adaam97: Un mítico en mis especiales, uno de mis primeros amigos por estos lares. ChallengeAcceptedd: El tío de los carteles largos también figura en mi lista de amigos más íntimos. cataplasma: V de vendetta y miembro de KAF también está incluido en este especial, ¿por qué no? incomplete: Y cerramos esta lista con este loco al que solo le puedo decir una cosa “¿Pollas?” Y con esto se acaba mi especial. Sé que me falta un montonazo de gente pero no puedo hacer un cartel tan largo pero ellos saben quiénes son. Un abrazo y hasta mi próximo cartel.
puntos 2 | votos: 6
10-Freedom - Come on! Uggh! Solo, Im a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on! The militant poet in once again, check it Its set up like a deck of cards Theyre sending us to early graves For all the diamonds Theyll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Dont turn away Get in front of it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesnt that make it three in a row? Spoken quietly: Anger is a gift Come on! Uggh! (Guitar solo) Drop that! Uggh! Come on Yeah Uggh Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three million gone Come on Cause you know theyre counting backwards to zero Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness For example What does the billboard say? Come and play!, come and play! Forget about the movement Anger is a gift Yeeeaaahhhh! Uggh! Awww, bring that shit in! Uggh! Hey! Freedom...yea... Freedom...yea right... Freedom...yeeeaaahhh! Freedom! Yeeeaaahhh! Freedom! Yea right! Freedom! Yeeeaaahhh! Freedom! Yea! Right!
puntos 6 | votos: 6
Nuestras series faboritas - Convertidas en una burla No le encuentro la gracia
puntos 7 | votos: 7
El machacahuevos -

puntos 1 | votos: 3
09-Township rebellion - Rebel, rebel and yell Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structures a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein whats at stake Action for reaction If your minds in a somewhat complacent state Get a check up This is a stick up Our freedom or your life Lord, I wish I could be peacful But there can be no sequel Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Yeah, what about that, sucker? Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind Thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught Yes Ill display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist Asleep, though we stand in the midst Of a war Gotta get mine Gotta get more Keepin the mic warm against the norm Cause what does it offer me? I think often its nothin but a coffin Gotta get wreck Till our necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Whats it gonna take? Freeeeeeeeee ! Shackle their minds when theyre bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackle their minds when theyre left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when were bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when were left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost! Shackle your minds and youre left on the cross! When ignorance reigns, life is lost! Just shackle your minds when youre bent on the cross! When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost! Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm
puntos 1 | votos: 5
08-Fistful of steel - Silence Something about silence makes me sick Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Some speak the sounds But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission As ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel (Cause I know the power of the question) Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel (And I wont stop cause I know the power of the question) Its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins If ya will it, I will spill it And ya out just as quick as ya came Not a silent one But a defiant one Never a normal one Cause Im the bastard son With the visions of the move Vocals not to soothe But to ignite and put in flight My sense of militance Groovin, playin the game called survival The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival The silent sheep slippin, riffin, trippin Give ya a glimpse of the reality Im grippin Steppin into the jam and Im slammin like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel (Cause I know the power of the question) Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel (And I wont stop cause I know the power of the question) Ahh shit And I wont stop cause I know the power of the question And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin` Yeah! Come on! A .44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Yeah! Wit a fistful of steel! Come on! Uggh! Wit a fistful of steel! Uggh!
puntos 7 | votos: 9
07-Wake up - Although ya try to discredit Ya still never read it The needle, Ill thread it Radically poetic Standin with the fury that they had in 66 And like E-Double Im mad Still knee-deep in the systems shit Hoover, he was a body remover Ill give ya a dose But it can never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown Cause all these punks Got bullets in their heads Departments of police, the judges, the feds Networks at work, keepin people calm You know they went after King When he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Yeah! Yeah, back in this... Wit poetry, my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin dat finesse Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up Cause blood still flows in the gutter Im like takin photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove Then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya better beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors Networks at work, keepin people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Uggh! What was the price on his head? What was the price on his head! I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard, I think I heard a shot He may be a real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed obedience to white liberal doctrine of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers... and neutralize them. Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers... and neutralize them and neutralize them, and neutralize them, and neutralize them Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow
puntos 25 | votos: 25
Nuevas definiciones - de diccionario: Amiga: Dícese de la mujer que elimina toda intención de querer acostarse con ella Amor a primera vista: Lo que ocurre cuando se encuentran dos personas poco exigentes y excepcionalmente calientes. Atracción: Asociación entre calentura y una persona en particular. Bailar: Frustración vertical de un deseo horizontal. Confianza: Vía libre que se le da a una persona para que cometa una serie de barbaridades. Desilusión: Estado de ánimo que se lleva a cabo cuando el bonito trasero no coincide con la espantosa cara que se dio vuelta. Fácil: Dícese de la mujer que tiene la moral sensual de un hombre. Fútbol: Es con lo que toda mujer se casa, sin saberlo. Indiferencia: Actitud que adopta una mujer hacia un hombre que no le interesa, que es interpretada por el hombre como ‘se está haciendo la difícil’. Inflación: Es tener que vivir pagando los precios del año pasado con el sueldo del año próximo. Lengua: Órgano sensual que algunos degenerados usan para hablar. Modestia: Reconocer que uno es perfecto, pero sin decírselo a nadie. Molesto: Persona que habla cuando uno desearía que escuchase. Ninfómana: Término con el cual un hombre define a una mujer que desea tener sexo más a menudo que él. Suéter: Prenda que usan los niños cuando la madre tiene frío. Señorita: Forma más elegante de denominar a una mujer que, a diferencia de una ‘señora’, aún no posee un macho fijo. Supermodelos: Evidencia de que todos los demás estamos mal hechos. Trabajo en equipo: Posibilidad de echarle la culpa a otros
puntos 4 | votos: 10
Britney Spears - Tiene demasiadas virtudes, para que siempre le saquen sus defectos. Ella nos mostró, como se puede llegar al fondo de la vida y resurgir como un AVE FÉNIX. Its britney , bitch

puntos 13 | votos: 15
Eres más ridículo - que levar unas Converses limpias...
puntos 15 | votos: 15
Toda guerra - se basa en la mentira.
puntos 9 | votos: 11
Siii...el codo -
puntos 3 | votos: 5
06-Know your enemy - Hey yo, so check this out Yeah! Know your enemy! Come on! Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, thats with As we move into 92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key Well break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Fist in ya face, in the place And Ill drop the style clearly Know your enemy...Know your enemy! Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh! Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy? Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Now action must be taken We dont need the key Well break in Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of sick of sick of sick of you Time has come to pay... Know your enemy! Come on! Yes I know my enemies Theyre the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams
puntos 1 | votos: 1
05-Bullet in the head - This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was red Thats how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised So serene on the screen You was mesmerised Cellular phones soundin a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Run it! Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Check-a, check-a, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin all the lies that theyre tellin ya Buyin all the products that theyre sellin ya They say jump and ya say how high Ya brain-dead Ya gotta fuckin bullet in ya head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Uggh! Yeah! Yea! Ya standin in line Believin the lies Ya bowin down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head Ya standin in line Believin the lies Ya bowin down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin head! Yeah! Yeah!

puntos 1 | votos: 3
04-Settle for nothing - A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But its one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my fathers eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name Read my writing on the wall No-ones here to catch me when I fall Death is on my side....suicide! A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But its one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my fathers eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name Read my writing on the wall No-ones here to catch me when I fall Caught between my culture and the system....genocide! Read my writing on the wall No-ones here to catch me when I fall If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face Yeah! If we dont take action now We settle for nothing later Settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now We settle for nothing later Well settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now Well settle for nothing later We settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now We settle for nothing later Well settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later
puntos 1 | votos: 5
03-Take the power back - Bring that shit in! Uggh! Yeah, the movements in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out...uggh! In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us Teaches us to read and right So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Heres the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, Ill drop the style and clear Its the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back The present curriculum I put my fist in em Eurocentric every last one of em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back Weve got to take it back Holes in our spirit causin tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years Im inferior? Whos inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior Of the system that cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back Hey yo check, were gonna have to break it, break it, break it down Awww shit! Uggh! And like this...uggh! Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way! The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he cant recall The students eyes dont perceive the lies Bouning off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that he learned in school Europe aint my rope to swing on Cant learn a thing from it Yet we hang from it Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfuckin weathermen To expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies Uggh! Yeah! Take it back yall Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back yall, come on! Take it back yall Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back yall, come on! Uggh! Yeah!
puntos 5 | votos: 5
02-Killing in the name - Killing in the name of! Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Huh! Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Uggh! Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya, now youre under control And now you do what they told ya! Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Come on! Yeah! Come on! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Motherfucker! Uggh!
puntos 5 | votos: 7
01-Bombtrack - It goes a-1, 2, 3... Yeah, its just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin that they can fake this But Im gonna drop it at a higher level Cause Im inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk hos that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete...at a level thats obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall And the businesses that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough I call the bluff Fuck Manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-1, 2, 3 Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My mind ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
puntos 8 | votos: 8
Todos tenemos un hobby - que no cambiaríamos por nada.

puntos 17 | votos: 17
La ignorancia - es una bendición
puntos -3 | votos: 15
MOTIBA - KASARTE KON E(LL)A I HAL DYA SIJUIENTE DESKUARTISARLA I KEMAR SU KUERPO. KE VONITO HES EL HAMOR.
puntos 4 | votos: 4
Un Grande, pero equivocado - “Usted conduce un Ferrari cuando quiere ser alguien pero conduce un Lamborghini cuando ya es alguien”. Frank Sinatra
puntos 74 | votos: 76
Hay personas - que son como las frutas: algunas son ácidas y otras son dulces, otras se te atragantan y no las quieres volver a ver más, a otras les tienes alergia y otras que, directamente, te mueres por pegarles un mordisco.
puntos 2 | votos: 2
Desmotiva.... - Que battlefield 3 es mejor que mw3....

puntos 11 | votos: 11
Quién - No quiere un maestro así
puntos 1 | votos: 3
Naked City, - probablemente la música más esquizofrécnica que vayas a escuchar jamás
puntos 20 | votos: 20
Nuestra personalidad es - quienes somos, y nuestra actitud depende de quienes sean los demás.
puntos 26 | votos: 26
La diferencia entre sueño y soñar - es la misma que entre esfuerzo y esperar.
puntos 13 | votos: 13
Dime - que estarás cuando yo no sepa donde estoy.

puntos -1 | votos: 1
TEST GAY - Si ves a dos figuras bailando, tenemos malas noticias para ti...
puntos 16 | votos: 16
Atrévete - a cambiar tu mundo
puntos 10 | votos: 10
Aquí hay agua, - pero no puedo fiarme, me beberé mi propia orina
puntos 7 | votos: 7
Si no me tragas, - atragántate.
puntos 1 | votos: 7
Neymar - El mejor de todos.

puntos 7 | votos: 9
No me digáis que no es mono - (EL DELFÍN)
puntos 26 | votos: 26
Nunca te enfrentes a alguien - que no tiene nada que perder.
puntos 4 | votos: 4
Ese momento de indecisión - de no saber que responder a alguien que no vocaliza con tal de no parecer sordo.
puntos 10 | votos: 10
“Mi instinto animal - nunca se equivoca.”
puntos -9 | votos: 17
Ha Araceli le gusta Justin Bieber. - ¿Por qué? pues porque ha ella le gustan las chicas


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