this is an old song from a long time ago!hence the missing words, it’s NOT mine!, it’s a cover the original is totally wild!!! sj.

Dear baby you the picture of perfection
Straight from your million dollar smile
to my attraction to your complexion
No hesitation needed; you got me
inhalin the aroma of your perfume, and feelin heated
I move closer to drop the lines of my introduction
Hold out my hand, and grab yo’ hand, now we touchin
My lyrics are poetry
So baby get a ticket to go with me
Thugged out so you notice me
It’s a positive attraction; see pictures of us
layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin
And only you can calm, the savage beast
Look in my eyes are you surprised, that it’s me?
I wanna make you mine
I’m kissin on you tryin to make it different every time (that’s right)
I’m so lonely in my bedroom, lookin at the walls
Withcha number in my hand, wonderin should I even call her tonight

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Anytime you like, baby you can call me
Need a thug up in yo’ life, never find nobody like me
Cause I know what you want, and girl you know I got you
You got what I need, and shorty it’s all on you
Baby call on me

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Been gettin nuttin but bad news, ever since the day you left me
I sit and wonder is there a way, you could forget me
Remember my phone calls, my late visits
Us havin breakfast in bed, then we straight kick it
Me and you in satin sheets, ’til after two
Come take a walk on the wild side, enjoy the view
Whenever we collide; it’s bound to be a pleasurable time
Makin love ’til the early light
Sweetheart don’t fight the feelin
Come get a shot of this plain dealin and concentrate on the ceiling
It’s my intention to brush up
Beware of the fireworks, cause everytime we touch..
.. it’s bound to be, so relax, clown with me
As if you’re down with me, get around and see
The brother with tattoos and no fears
Runnin my fingers through your hair if you call me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]
Pardon me, but let’s be specific
Baby cause if you down with me, nigga we can kick it
And let’s take trips and ride airplanes
A hundred thousand dollar car on dem gold thangs, so can you hang?
Cause we can be real tight (right)
I got a big suite at the hot’, if it feel right
My only wish is to be witcha
You got me steady strivin to getcha
Fantasizin of friendly pictures
The pressure’s gettin major
I wonder will you answer my call, if I page ya
Got me goin wild with anticipation
Face to face with us locked up in strange places, what will it take
Cause the heartache be heatbreak, is my prediction
when you falsify and start fake, in my position
I’m a careful man, but a player when I ball
Got my eyes on you baby, can I call?

[Chorus - repeat 2X] Female Chauvinist Pigs Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture is a 2005 book by Ariel Levy which critiques modern feminist culture in America
The performance ended after six hours when someone held the loaded gun up to Abramovics head and a scuffle broke out

This is Bruce Dickinson’s Tattooed Millionaire played by Wild Lightning Citing examples ranging from the fad of Playboy Bunny merchandise for women to the moral panic of rainbow parties, Levy argues that American mass culture has framed the game so perversely that young women now strive to be the hottest and sexiest girl they know rather than the most accomplished
But over time attitudes relaxed toward this cultural tradition and tattooing began to reemerge in Samoan culture

[Prodigy]
Just when you thought it was safe to come out
Infamous all in your face, in your mouth
That’s right, niggaz best to stay up in the house
Watch we getting our money, for the two thou’
Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now?
Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town
Pableek(?) got bundles of drugs in your town
Like crack, coke and dope � remember me now?
Queen Bridge motherfucker we’ll blow your house down
We the big bad wolf that’ll eat your food clown
I ain’t gotta huff and puff you know my style
Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out
I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched
But I rather be hands on with that son
Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son
When I start busting I don’t stop till I hitting, c’mon

[Hook: 50 Cent] + (Prodigy)
Everybody got gangs everybody got clicks
But they ain’t like this (the Infamous)
Everybody can’t afford to live the lifestyle
Of the young, black and rich (the Infamous)
You ain’t crazy, don’t make me show you
Why they call us this (the Infamous)
We own the streets � who basically control
This rap shit � G-g-g-g-g-g-g-unit!

[Havoc]
We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects
We sold the most crack, since ’86
We don’t handle a lot of pricks, we the most thug
You think you’re dirty over there, but we’re more dirtier
We last more longer than them; more songs than them
More money for us, more broads than them
We get the most love in the streets
I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen
P got the most now; our guns are the most loud
With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd
We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jake
We smoke the most weed, that’s mostly the haze
Get the most (?) kicked on a nigga’s face
Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face
Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head
That we’re not the most likely to pop off kid

[Hook]

[Prodigy]
Right now, I change guns with the season
When I was young I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave
Hitting trees then; started hitting trees then
We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools
We was beasting, little young heaven
I had the rainbow knife, and when I got my first gun I was cheesing
I couldn’t believe it; I had the power of life or death
In the palm of my hands, fiending
But quickly to be scheming; if you choose to front on me
That leaves me with no choice but to start squeezing
And I hope they stop breathing
Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds
They’ll be squealing � talking to these D’s man
They don’t waste no time, they want answers
Even if you’re still bleeding
Homey I’m on the fleezy
I ain’t got no time neither I’m making money off of this � it’s too easy! Levy takes issue with two breeds of feminists lipstick feminists and loophole women

The Tattooed Heart takes you on a psychedelic journey into NYC 2007. For the wild at heart! x

Am G C Am G C Am C G C Am G C Am

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There Ireland’s lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
‘Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania’s sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

Oh, the night fell black, and the rifles crack
Made “Perfidious Albion” reel,
‘Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o’er the lines of steel;
By each shining blade a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true,
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
It’s folds in the Foggy Dew.

‘Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse’s side
Or fought with Cathal Bruga,
Their graves we’d keep where the Fenians sleep
‘Neath the hills of the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the Springtime of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men and few
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

Back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore,
For I parted then with valient men
Who I never shall see more;
But to and fro in my dreams I go,
And kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fell in the Foggy Dew. Tuluma is the pot used for holding the tattooing combs

so here’s the tattoo video. and yes, with a little extra piercing part.
hope you like it
the tattoo actually took about 90 minutes.

body art by “Heaven And Hell” (Rosenheim, Germany)

http://www.heavenandhell.de.com

if you wanna see a closer pic of it, go to the link above – “arbeit” – “bunte unikate 2″: there’s a picture

all music is royalty free:

http://www.freeplaymusic.com

In this video: Steven Arthur Mills, Jim Fairweather, voice of Raine Fairweather
You can hear me talking in the background, Steve is the artist, my daddy is the victim.

The tattoo was originally by the owner of the Beach Combers in Toronto, Canada.

The recolour was my Fathers’ Day present to my daddy.

This is the song used for official Grand Theft Auto 4 trailer “Move Up, Ladies!”
“King Ring” by Russian rapper Seryoga

check out his myspace:

http://www.myspace.com/seryoga

you can download this song here:

http://music.ign.com/articles/841/841637p1.html

Album available on iTunes, emusic.com etc

THE TRANSLATION I’VE FOUND (not perfect, but better than nothing)

Who is that guy everyone is talking and gossiping about
That comes out to the boxing ring, ready to crush any opponent?
They say, he is young, and his fist is like hammer,
He is well tattooed and is looking for the reason to start the fight.
Scares everyone that tough lad,
Shows no mercy to those who are aiming below the belt.
He is tall and 90 kilos in weight,
Its too hard to knock him out, guys.
Punches hardly – who the hell is he?
Who is that new champion, showing his teeth?
The one, everyone is talking about
Must enter the ring and show how tough he is.

King Ring!

Rough at first sight,
Starts from trial body jebb – you see the style and force.
He doesnt know unnecessary movements, he is a genius without a doubt.
He finds the solar plexus faster than a shadow.
Where has he got this power, a fighting wild vein?
Hits with both hands, instant hook sharp like an awl.
He is agressive and primitive, newspapers say.
However he’s got his own sport interest [means "revenge"].
Not for the fun, not for big bucks
Unnamed fella knocks all champions out.
He’s been training many years to get the jackpot
and now he’s landing the uppercut…

King Ring!

(I said that I don’t need a crown? Well I’ve changed my mind…)

So who is he, who is that fella?
The King is allways at his best,
You wanna box? Go on and stand against him.
Who knows the price for the crown?
Hey, champions, train your dives and evasions!
Stance again, fast one-two goes through.
Those who stands will need soon needlework and cutting out.
This fella could even knocks down his own shadow.
First round, last round, finish, basta, count down!
So who is that guy everyone is talking and gossiping about,
Who went to ring ready to chew ropes like bubble gum.
Here comes his master stroke, throw up your short drinks, everyone!
Do you see the crown in the circle?
Remember, it’s King Ring! The process is very painful and used to be a necessary prerequisite to receiving a matai title this however is no longer the case

A cool video of some pictures from that day !!!