amerika menşeili oyun firması. agatha christie romanlarından uyarladıkları oyunları var, eski baba adventure oyunlardan pek çoğu da bunların elinden çıkma idi yanlış hatırlamıyorsam.
the adventure company'nin ses ve grafik bakımından vasat üstü, zorluk açısından da vasat seviyedeki; genel anlamda başarılı bulduğum oyunu. kahramanın trafik kazası sonrasında kendini bir adada bulması üzerine gelişiyor oyun. bazı enstantanelere şurdan göz atılabilir;
sözlük içi tartışmalarda (refere?) yazarların sık kullandığı bir argüman. eminim ki kahramanımız alt edildiğini görünce sinirden elleri titreyerek veriyor bu tip bakınızları.
herkesin kafasına mıhlanması gereken bir gerçek. evet x olmasaydı matematik olmazdı. o yüce harf matematikte kullanılmasaydı nasıl bilinmeyenleri ifade edecektik? hadi diyelim ettik, nasıl kolayca matematik öğrenecek, havuz problemlerini başarıyla atlatacaktık. duruşu bile asil bir harf. ona çok şey borçluyuz.
2pac'in all eyez on me albumunden sahane bir sarki. kral bu sarkida, ortam islerine sariyor biraz. klibinin uncut versiyonu izlendiginde sok olunabilir. sozlerini yazalim;
how do you want it? how does it feel?
comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; i'm for real
how do you want it? how do you feel?
comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; i'm for real
verse one: 2pac
love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
got a nigga wantin it so bad i'm bout to pass out
wanna dig you, and i can't even lie about it
baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
body talkin shit to me but i can't comprehend the meaning
now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
forgive me i'm a rider, still i'm just a simple man
all i want is money, fuck the fame i'm a simple man
mr. international, playa with the passport
just like aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
it's either him or me -- champagne, hennessey
a favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
but i've been driven by attraction in a strong way
your body is bangin baby i love it when you flaunt it
time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(tell me how you want it! la-dy, yeahhhyeah)
chorus
verse two: 2pac
tell me is it cool to fuck?
did you think i come to talk am i a fool or what?
positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic
cause i'm somewhat psychotic
i'm hittin switches on bitches like i been fixed with hydraulics
up and down like a roller coaster, i'm up inside ya
i ain't quittin til the show is over, cause i'ma rider
in and out just like a robbery, i'll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
nights full of alize, a livin legend
you ain't heard about these niggaz play these cali days
delores tucker, youse a motherfucker
instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole
you're too old to understand the way the game is told
you're lame so i gotta hit you with the hot facts
want some on lease? i'm makin millions, niggaz top that
they wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
now everybody talkin bout us i could give a fuck
i'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
nigga tell me how you want it
chorus
verse three: 2pac
raised as a youth, tell the truth i got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because i jumped from the roof
before i was a teenager, mobile phone, skypager
game rules, i'm livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
one of us gon' see the cemetary
my only hope to survive if i wish to stay alive
gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
i wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
and then i'm chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
media is in my business and they actin like they know me
hahaha, but i'ma mash out, peel out
i'm with it quick i'se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
yeah nigga it's some new shit so better get up on it
when ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
how do you want it?
chorus 2x
[2pac]
how you want it?
yeah my nigga johnny j
yeah, we out
chorus
[2pac]
tell me
chorus
[2pac]
cash game, livin in the fast lane, i'm for real
bu tabir öncelikle amatör duruyor biraz. "cı, ci, çı" gibi eklerden haz etmiyorum ve komik buluyorum. george soros vb. spekülatörlerin tasarladıkları, küresel bir sermaye ağı kurarak dünyada söz sahibi olmayı amaçlayan bir sistemin* yandaşlarını/destekçilerini, fikri altyapısına katkıda bulunanları bu bayağı adlandırmayla karşılamaya çalışmayı ahmakça buluyorum.
çoğu acizin sığınma evi bu sorosçu. sorosçusun abi bitti, her keseye uyuyor.
kral 2pac'in dogmamis cocuguna yazdigi super otesi sarki. isyan ve nefret iceren rapin bazen ne kadar da melankoliklesebileceginin kanitidir bu basyapit. sozleri soyle;
to my unborn child..
to my unborn child.. in case ı don't make it
just remember daddy loves you
[talking in background]
to my unborn child..
to my unborn..
[2pac]
now ever since my birth, ı've been cursed since ı'm born to wild
in case ı never get to holla at my unborn child
many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin
tryin to earn every penny that ı'm gettin, and reminiscin
to the beginnin of my mission
when ı was conceived, and came to be in this position
my momma was a panther loud, single parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
to school, but ı dropped out, and left the house
cause my mama say ı'm good for nothin, so ı'm out
since ı only got one life to live, god forgive me for my sins
let me make it and ı'll never steal again, or deal again
my only friend is my misery
wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
see my life ain't promised but it'll sure get better
hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child
[chorus: sung, with 2pac ad libs]
ı'm writing you a letter
this is to my unborn child
wanna let you know ı love you
love you, if you didn't know ı feel this way
how ı, think about you every day
ı have so much to say
[2pac]
seems so complicated to escape fate
and you can never understand 'til we trade places
tell the world ı feel guilty to bein anxious
ain't no way in hell, that ı could ever be rapist
ıt's hard to face this, cold world on a good day
when will they let the little kids in the hood play?
ı got shot five times but ı'm still breathin
livin proof there's a god if you need a reason
can ı believe in my own fate
will ı raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?
dear mama ı'm a man now
ı wanna make it on my own, not a handout
make way for a whirlwind prophesized
ı wanna go in peace.. when ı gotta die
on these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy, and no friends
ın case you never see my face again
to my unborn child
[chorus]
[2pac]
dear lord can you hear me, tell me what to say
to my unborn seed in, case ı pass away
will my child get to feel love
or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? cause bein black hurts
and even worse if you speak first
livin my life as an outlaw, what could be worse?
cause maybe if ı tried to change
who ı'm kiddin? ı'ma thug 'til ı die, ı'ma rider mayne
touch bases, eat lunch at plush places
regular criminal oasis awaits us
ıf there's a ghetto for true thugs, ı'll see you there
and ı'm sorry for not bein there
just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world
bless the boys, and all my little girls
to the lord ı'm eternal, restin in peace
please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child
[chorus - repeat to fade]
[2pac over chorus]
to my unborn child.. please take of all my kids
my unborn child.. to my unborn child
this letter goes out to.. to the seeds that ı might not get to see
cause of this lifestyle
just know that your daddy loves you, got nuttin but love for you
all ı wanted was for you have a better life than ı did
that's why ı was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind
when you get to be my age you'll understand
just know ı got love for you
and ı'll see you up there in the ghetto heaven
cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care
run wild, but be smart
follow the rules of the game
ı know that sometimes it's confusin
the rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..
gangsta rap üstadı 2pac'ın all eyez on me adlı albümünden harika bir şarkı. muhteşem bir beat'a ve sözlere sahip.
[2pac]
a military mind nigga
a military mind mean money
a criminal grind nigga
a criminal grind mean hustle
you know
[chorus: 2pac (repeat 2x)
we tradin war stories, we outlawz on the rise
jealous niggaz i despise, look in my eyes
[2pac]
now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
this ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker
who would figure that all i need was a hair trigger
semi-automatic mack 11 just to scare niggaz
pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man - grow on trees
criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
so niggaz whisper when they mention
machiavelli was my tutor donald goines, my father figure
moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (cognac)
in the back, my ar-15
thuggin till i die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
my lyrics are blueprints to money makin
fat as that ass that honey shakin
[chorus (w/ outlawz)
[fatal]
i bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
they call it overthuggin and shit
but i was just a younger nigga;
gettin older and lovin this shit
but what was i doin in this place?
to the fakes without a pistol in the first,
facin termination in the worst
but i figured to play the wall; to watch all these
playa hatin niggaz position for i could see 'em all
made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
but it'll never be a repeat people i'm tryin to tell you.
[dramacydal]
now picture the scenery, i'm thugged out smokin greenery
considered a b.g., but i'm off in this game somethin d-p
my eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out
learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
and why i do it - the ridin and smokin
collidin with foes - in the worst place;
y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us ,in the first place
y'all real o.g.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
y'all don't want no funk cause
y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
[chorus]
[c-bo]
i breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale
stackin loot up in the coupe that i protect with a mack 12
slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
no one will remain when i come through dumpin insane
call me bo-wl of major pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine
i be the nigga that's pullin the trigga
and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
mo' bigger balls that rupaul, thug life ain't a ball
we bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
(?) never been no (?) men
how we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin g
it ain't no problem (?) funk off
(?) blow down punks with my sawed off
bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz hauled off
[chorus]
[outlawz]
my whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
i'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and i was too young, to try to blast back
what happend then? no one would tell me since i was three
heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
but fuck that, you got what's mines and i want that
never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
and now i'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
thuggin immortal, got some war stories for ya
[storm]
now look at me - straight outlaw immortal
never gave a fuck cause i was nobody's daughter
outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
so who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
when i got cha on kay-nine-fourths
prayin to god as your life goes back and forth
we tradin war stories
[chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)
['pac talking]
war stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
thug life, outlaw immortalz
motherfuckin tupac a.k.a. makaveli
can you feel me? just so you know, it's on death row
my niggaz love that shit
dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
yea nigga! shout out to my niggaz fatal and felony
c-bo, the bald head nut, what?
you know what time it is
2pac adlı gangsta rapperin*me against the world albümünde yer alan şahane şarkısı. richie rich diye biriyle feat. iki tık hareketiyle sözlerini yazıyorum;
[1] [eboni foster] game's been good to me
[2] [eboni foster] i don't care what it did to them
the game's been good to me
[lady levi]
oh, you tink life is yours?
life ain't na somethin you can rap with
ooh come na ordinary game
da game na somethin you can rap with
me's a player you know?
i do not, play in no game
me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?
[verse one: 2pac]
now how can i explain how this game laced, plus with this fame
i got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
got to the point where i was driven, twenty-four/seven
money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin
these busta tricks don't want no mail
they spendin they riches on skanless bitches
who'll stay petrified in jail
it's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin but we still kick it
always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep
but still, i get my money on major, continuously
communicatin through my pager, niggaz know me
don't have no homies cause they jealous, i hustle solo
cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas, listen
ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, i ain't no joke
fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
heavy in the game [1]
[lady levi]
who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?
oooh, me see you rushin up [1]
i throw 'im blood claat p.m. to a.m.
all, all da bumba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]
oh! dat's right
[verse two: richie rich]
well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..
certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?
ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin and takin shit
puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down
me myself i hustle with finesse yes i'm an oakland baller
rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game
be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope
cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin i never funked with
be true to this game and this game will be true to you
that's real shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you
that jackin and robbin, despisin your homie
ain't healthy, niggaz be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy
but not me though, i'm sewin somethin major
so what i reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss
went from a, young nigga livin residential
to a, young nigga workin presidential [1]
[lady levi]
me nigga tu-pac always look good
you know that's true 'im look good every time
ooh, pussy war? step up [1]
can yi know i'm servin up blood claat
playin yi fuckin games
ooh, we take game, we won [2]
any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we won
everytime
[verse three: 2pac]
i'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth
had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse
headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse
my only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt
made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high
no time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine
put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
what about these niggaz i despise -- them loud talkin cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives
shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize
follow the rules or follow them fools that die
everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused
quit tryin to be an o.g. and pay your dues
if you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain
and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
heavy in the game [1]
[lady levi]
boy, ya nah bitch!
major that's true we look good everytime
when we at beers diamond
and tupac drives vintage car [1]
and fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?
this whole world ya call on
gonna mass on a face [2]
for any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
flush it! .. oh!
nobody wan come test me y'know
true dem we a drive pretty car
wanna no part of any ting
and now you wan come drown a gun
but ya see we know, you haffa show 'im maximum respect
for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up
we look good everytime
nuff dollars, dollars
y'know about dollars dem right?
but we nah talk no shit
we haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
cause action, action speak louder dan words
you know da record!
don't blood claat ting at all
garip bir gömlek çeşidi. böyle üzerinde arma olanlar var ya onlar işte. mesela ferrari arması var, futbol klüplerinin amblemine benzer armalar var. genelde tek renk olur bu gömlekler. mesele simsiyah bir gömlekte yazan "ferrari" ibaresi dikkatinizden kaçmamıştır. açık ve net söylüyorum ki ömrümde bunun kadar sikko bir kıyafet görmedim. bu modayı çıkaranlara ve üzerinde taşıyanlara tek dileğim allah'tan biraz daha akıl fikir. şoparlar giyiyor lan bizim orda bunları.
ilginç bir eylem. sürü psikolojisi diyenler de var bu işe ama ben bu kadar derine inmeyeceğim. karşılıklı ikişerli koltuğu olan şehiriçi otobüslerinin vazgeçilmezidir bu eylem. arkadaş ne zaman binsem, ben de bu fotomaç okuyan gürüha katılıyor ve voltranı tamamlıyorum. mesela geçen gün sol dörtlü ve sağ dörtlü olmak üzere 8 kişi birden fotomaç okuduk anasını satayım. gazetenin sahibi olan lavuğa kıl oldum ama, beşiktaş haberlerinin olduğu sayfayı hemen atladı ibne.
