What are You doing right now?

[odeon]

Drinking lots of fluids.

[Parts]

About to have dinner

[Lucifer]

breathing through snot. 

poor bruv.  /pat, pat.

but look on the bright side - it'll be catarrh in a few days time, so relish the snot while it's only snot.

/ducks

[Lucifer]

Drinking lots of fluids.

can't imagine why... 

[odeon]

Drinking lots of fluids.

can't imagine why... 

It's the healthy thing to do.

[Lucifer]

trying to make a phone call, if only somebody would get their effing mobile near their ear. 

[Lucifer]

bump.

HINT!!!

[Trigger 11]

Deciphering lyrics for the Too Skinnee J's EP 'Return Of The New And Improved'.

“The Best” by 2 Skinnee J’s formerly known as Too Skinnee J’s
   From the album ‘Return Of The New And Improved’

Call me special, stickman stencil, thin like pencil
I’ve got a thumb so I can pick up and use them utensils
My credential? I’m prehensile
And I may be standing still but my energy has potential
Boom! We explode like the Hedgehog sonically
We’re dooma to the goomba when we jump Marionically
It’s ethereal....I’m immaterial
Some day may face will be seen on a box of cereal
I ride with the pride of the lion on the mane
But I know you can only know me as I exist upon this plane
All the same, what’s my name? You must be joking
‘Cause only upon the pain of death can my true name be spoken

In the morning I storm in and swarm without warning
Shift shape and rise like the Phoenix from the flame
I reign colossal, fueled like fossil
Doing the impossible, raising dead as we spread the gospel
Of the Skinnee to the many it’s a J day
Your whack tactics lack it so just pack it like a K-way
J’s intended to be splendid when we send it
Rip shit up and then we mend it

Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better than J
Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better

A word to the skeptic and the cynical
We’re the ones who showed him how to make the miracles
Before you make a scene saying we blaspheme, cut the fuss
Take a good look at the good book…that was us
From the top of the zenith we’re the pinnacle
For the squeamish any skirmish is un-winnable
As we travel like Odysseus through the universe
Alerting, we be certain that we’re converting Earth first

Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better than J
Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better

Power, might, glory, omnipotence
With my hands behind my back I still control all of the elements
And I’m heaven sent, so I rule all creation
All that’s evil runs before me wailing lamentations
Blink and you missed it, the futuristic existence
From another plane I came and it’ll never be the same
Nah it’s better, dawn of the dreaded
Incision with precision and I’m skinnee like stiletto
I behead a killer-stare, serpent-haired medusa
Refusing to give in ‘cause I’m living like Methuselah
Fighting off your evil as your mental’s getting feeble
Gobble all your kibble and you wobble like a weeble
Just chill, Skinnee J’s raise the upheaval
Missed it on the first time round, catch the sequel
Return of the new and improved and I’m smooth
Ain’t nobody does it better, here’s the proof

Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better than J
Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better

Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better than J
Ain’t nobody…does it better
Ain’t nobody…does it better

[Trigger 11]

“Mindtrick” by 2 Skinnee J’s formerly known as Too Skinnee J’s
   From the album ‘Return Of The New And Improved’

Check out the scene, we're stuck in a tractor beam
With the Artoo Unit and the whole Skinnee team
From the moons of Endor to the Land of Lando
I take the whole damn posse to wherever the van goes
The chase is on and we're close to capture
Imperial forces don't really know what they're after
Which way did they go? Which way did they go?
Excuse me for the question but I really got to know
My rosy glasses gives me passage inside the minds of the masses
So relax when I ask this
Did you come to kick my ass, or get your ass kicked?
I'm a mellow fellow not afraid of being yellow
But will I run from a gun when confronted…Hell no!
Like Obi-Wan I'll use the Force.
‘Cause these are not the J's you're looking for
No, these are not the J's you're looking for

[We don’t need to see his identification.]

[These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.]

[These aren’t, these aren’t, these aren’t, these aren’t the droids we’re looking for.]

I know my lightsaber cuts the flavor with precision
My decision is my vision, Rebel on a mission
To defeat 'em Red Leader gonna be there in a flash
Exit to the X-Wing flexing with the crash
Skinnee's in control, so now we go for gold.
Like Han but never Solo ‘cause my crew be in the hold
Chilling like Hoth they can't touch us with their blasters
We learned at the feet of the masters

It's an old Jedi mindtrick
It's an old Jedi mindtrick
It's an old Jedi mindtrick
It's an old Jedi mindtrick

Hold up, I froze up when the speeder showed up
And now the shield's are down and the shit's about to blow up
Imperial forces want to force us to extinction
But my Force is from the source, so of course I trust my instincts

These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for
These are not the J's you're looking for

THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
NO, THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
NO, THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!
NO, THESE ARE NOT THE J'S YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!

[Trigger 11]

“(You’re A) Champion” by 2 Skinnee J’s formerly known as Too Skinnee J’s
   From the album ‘Return Of The New And Improved’

["This is then what divides one from being a champion and one from not being a champion. If you can go through this pain barrier, you make it to be a champion. If you can't go through, forget it."]

Majestic, because I’m really energetic
The madness in my flow, they call me prophetic
Aesthetic in my rhyme, supernatural
Champion style, in their heads I can pow
But using all the cosmic energy, MCs are gonna flee
A. Mays a steady riff when I’m on a rhyme spree
They’re ultra-super phat, like my statements but I’m fly
You utter, “Me oh my!” because the shit is so fly
‘Cause the J’s in the grip, flippin’ with the gift
Blowin’ up a spot, never asking if
We need to roll the place, we got a role to play
Steady rhyming beats, put my pizza in my face
Eddie Eye in my mind, I drop into sublime
And bass tone Andy Action can, I gotta get mine
We devour and scour, wish I was overpowered
Like the tower, ‘cause you’re dusty like flour

You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion


I said that, you're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion

Yeah!

You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!

Champs!

Here I goes, I flows like a nose in January
Fuck it! Drop the bomb like the bucket at the prom in Carrie
Swing like a chimp, slam like champ
When I die fat and ugly they're gonna put me on a postage stamp
I take chances, I never take shorts
I grab the microphone just for the sport like soccer
Dribble up the middle and I rock ya’
From Cape Town to uptown I'm burning like Vodka on your tongue
What I bring is poetry like Suess
When Horton heard me, they agreed to turn him loose
My cup runneth over with the versus ‘til they’re spillin’
I like to rhyme like Michael loves children

I kick the rhymes like Pelé, from the outside I'm a striker
Stronger than caffeine I make the hyped get hyper
My pythons are vipers, my optics fibers
I'll throw you to the mat like I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper
Spell check in effect, my rhymes comes corrected
So bring your champion out, run your race, stake your claim, and collect it
Like Greg Loganis, gay and famous
He gets the gold, like A. Mays amazes

You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion

I said that, you're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion
You're a champion

Yeah!

You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!
You're all champions!

Champs!

[“I’m gonna beat ‘em!”]

[“I knew even though I didn’t win the contest, the crowd is gonna be for me.”]

[Parts]

Thinking about what to do on my almost full day off tomorrow

[Trigger 11]

“Skinnee Business” by 2 Skinnee J’s formerly known as Too Skinnee J’s
   From the album ‘Return Of The New And Improved’

I said, "Yo, this is a mic test."
Are you ready for the 2 Skinnee likeness?
You gotta look hard to find ‘cause we’re not high profile
And you can't catch us ‘cause we go high-speed mobile
So accept your fate, you're on the Skinnee time
We're copping cold jams as the riff for the rhyme
We are the rap band that puts the band back in rap
So stand back and accept the slap of our tunes
They line the table, to the ears they're food
Easy to swallow ‘cause we come pre-chewed
My rhymes are unsightly, I say them uptightly,
But don't take me lightly ‘cause I know you might cite me
Come to the stage, we rock the mic ‘cause we like it
We got out of our cage, we got flaws…we don't hide it
We're humble when we stumble, not the king of the, king of the jungle
We just tumble out the tunes that you've never heard before
With the hip-hoppin’, foot stompin’, hard rockin’ score
You've heard us once, you gotta hear some more
We've got some business that we got to fix
So we brought our Skinnee posse and a big fat mix

I got gainful employment so I don't have to rob
But if you buy my records I can quit my job
‘Cause it’s my business
My Skinnee business…yeaaah!
I ain't punching no clock and I ain't wearing no tie
Gonna do the Skinnee business ‘til the day I die
‘Cause it’s my business

Ladies and gentlemen…

Pay attention to my speakin’ as I rock your intellect
Come get your daily dose like an oral contraceptive
Respect this, ‘cause I kill the ill at they’re conception
And let the Skinnee thrive as I strive for perfection
Use my tongue to kick it like Kung Fu, Shinobi
Found the fiends were hounding me like Ahab to Moby
But I ain't got no time to dwell on bug competition
So I put it all into my rhyme, even the sink from the kitchen

I go on and on until my mission is completed
Foes are defeated, mistakes are deleted
It's the tower of my life that I am trying to erect
Over the blueprints of my soul I’m the Skinnee architect
So listen ‘cause this one's for the people of the planet
We be brother and sister, like Tito and Janet
I'm skinnee and I slam it
So please baby, please
With these I get my soul on and then the Skinnee's roll on
There's no business like Skinnee business, like no business that I know
I got no business for that ho business ‘cause that ho business gotta go
So I trade a ho for a Ho-Ho, a Twinkie for a Ring Ding,
Onion ring, six-pack, Big Mac snack attack,
I like food and Betties, ‘cause I'm hungry and I'm sweaty,
And I'm ready to get back to my business
We've got some business that we got to fix
So we brought our Skinnee posse and a big fat mix

I got gainful employment so I don't have to rob
But if you buy my records I can quit my job
‘Cause it’s my business
My Skinnee business…yeaaah!
I ain't punching no clock and I ain't wearing no tie
Gonna do the Skinnee business ‘til the day I die
‘Cause it’s my business
My Skinnee business…yeaaah!

I got gainful employment so I don't have to rob
But if you buy my records I can quit my job
‘Cause it’s my business
My Skinnee business…yeaaah!
I ain't punching no clock and I ain't wearing no tie
Gonna do the Skinnee business ‘til the day I die
‘Cause it’s my business

[Trigger 11]

“(718)” by 2 Skinnee J’s formerly known as Too Skinnee J’s
   From the album ‘Return Of The New And Improved’

Get busy!

Get busy!

Get busy!

Get busy!

Get busy!

Get…get…get…get…get, get, get busy!

Get…get…get…get…get busy!

Yeah, yeah, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, yeah, yeah, c’mon, yeah!
Get…get…get…get…get, get, get busy!

Get…get…get…get…get busy!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Come check us out…we're two stereo bean poles
You say that you don't know…but your Pinocchio nose grows
We're wanton juxtaposers…any style that you like
Goes right into the mix…when we style on the mic
We're analytical…ain't that political
And yo, we step up to the mic…subject to ridicule
We're meticulous…ain't that ridiculous
We're in all seven seas…we're Moby Dickulous

Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8

Well it's the hot chocolate kid with the cream on top
Just spend some treats as I preach with the logic like Spock
Hooked on the groove, we’ll soothe your addiction
The Skinnee J’s will amaze as we kick the science fiction
I am what I am, and what I am is curious
Not proper when I drop, I leave you all delirious
A hallucinogenic my phonetics get frenetic when I said it
My hyperbole is hyper, my energy kinetic

Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8

Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8

I said you rap wrap you’re slappin’, a little daddy mackin’
You said you got a bass, but brother look at what you’re packin’
What’s that whack rappin’ you’re ransackin’? Take your bass and pack it
Yo, I know I use big words, but I got the mic to back it up
Shown up, I leave it up, twenty-six years old, but no I ain’t a crook
Who's its? What's its? I does it ‘cause I love this,
I run right through the hole hitting hard like Dick Butkis

Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8

Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, c’mon, yeah, yeah, 7-1-8
Yeah, yeah, 7-1-8, people live in 2-1-2…now live in 7-1-8

[duncvis]

breathing through snot. 

poor bruv.  /pat, pat.

but look on the bright side - it'll be catarrh in a few days time, so relish the snot while it's only snot.

/ducks

It already is catarrh. It skipped the non-drippy stage and went straight for slow asphyxia. 

[richard]

i am listening to music, typing and thinking about wether or not to go for a walk after this or go to bed