Friday, 23 August 2013
After dropping the smash hit "OLD MAN"which features Africa's Vocalist JaniMilez, the rap crooner "DOOLEX" is back again with another tight rap hit titled "RIM"(Rap is Madness) prod by Oddy Jay. Ha ha we all wondered what this song is all about until we heard it. It's so HOT!!! You'll love it.No games no gimmicks.
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Facebook : www.facebook.com/therealdoolex
Thursday, 22 August 2013
Wednesday, 21 August 2013
One of only two players to score a goal and assist another throughout the league, the other being Steven Whitaker. He beat Whitaker to the spot because he made more contribution attacking and defending well over the line. Also his goal was not because of luck, unlike Whitaker, providing the assist for Ross Barkley and arriving late but at the right time in the 6-yard box to fire home the Toffee's second
The Serbian rock is back after a stop and start 2012/2013 season and showed why he was missed during his knee injury ravaged season. He did well against the speed and physicality of Wilfred Bony and the technicality of Michu.
What a game to have your debut, a 4-0 demolition of Newcastle with the £30m summer acquisition whose central midfield partnership with Yaya Toure was looking hugely promising
Robin van der goal is back and he does not look like someone who has any intention of letting his standard drop just because of Sir Alex Ferguson departure.
We saw it last season and he have started doing it again this season. Agbonlahor is a BEAST with speed (powerful and fast). He had an exemplary game creating the first and second goal. Arsenal simply couldn't provide ann answer to his direct running and electric pace.
Special shoutout to some players who missed the selection: Oscar, Huddlestone, Luna, Whitaker, Welbeck.
This clip is titled: 3D Minds. This is another one from many of his exclusive dance clips. Yusuf Deji whose stage name is Dr Hombreezle one of the best dancers in the Kwara State .He is a medical doctor, who graduated from Unilorin. Follow him on twitter via his handle @hombreezle. Look out for more of this from him.
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Friday, 16 August 2013
Behind those opening walls and closed gates.
Lived a rebel on the run with a floating tale.
Of true akkadian roots to break a grievious branch.
This waterfalls never let our tears stand a chance.
The mind of a roman and the turso of a spartan.
Filled his bellies with gold without the consent of our gamblers.
A true native of no real nativity.
Invade our mental castle to reinstate all intellectual dignitaries.
Hidden far deep in the mesopotamia creeks.
This rebel shrieks as the pebble squeals.
Dont blame the gods for your hard chew.
They sent the rain,but you buried the bad fruit.
Destiny is treachrous to its own beholder.
Always a new day as the skin gets older.
I deviate not from this tale not because of its nature of apparent fantasy.
The rebel is you,babylon is your flesh,eaten in canker deep.
Written and edited by,
Abidemi oyewole en-classique.
Copyright protection upheld.
posted by Oladapo Olayemi
…As Ade quickens hastily into a gradual blur John takes after him in a sprint chase but his pants run even backwards, they are embarrassingly and unusually big in this age when immorality is order and righteousness has willingly hunted, exiled, and locked itself away to wroth in the woods of clogged memory; at a time of tight fitted pants. They manage to defeat his will over and over as his tired and helpless legs struggle. Ade, who is now very far ahead is jinxed with yet his own share of the unfortunate stretch of existence in street cred, an unwanted sight for apathetic eyes, yet right in front of them stands an energetic Tade, they exchange a short chant then go on to exchange a few more random words but for somewhat longer than it ordinarily in reasonable sense ought to take words like; “brother howfar<>lowkey bruh, howfar you every?<>lowkey things<>baba lowoyi na you sure<>if I hear, I swear nah you<>shey you say make your boy run hook something?<>omo tiny joint self go do me…” I’ll just leave the rest of the conversation to your experience-motivated imagination. Doomed generation! Right? Maybe pupcie was at least right about this one thing, this goes on in Ade’s mind while he reluctantly plants the seeds of doominess together with Tade. John who by now had been chasing-mute for quite long over a relatively short distance, currently puffed and panting wishing he is pantless bumps into the two from behind, grabs Ade on the right by his shoulder a grab near the hip or so would attract unnecessary attention alright? No, not here it won't , like “I gat you” he throws his head to Ade’s company and this single being sends his spirit to heaven and back half way…”oh! fuck” conscious enough to make sure that was meant for Ade’s ears alone while Tade could hardly hear less than a thing of the F word from his right ear on john’s end so he tosses his head to his extreme right just behind john’s left like his left ear would have heard better he utters “you said?” “I said brother wassup” “oh!” now relaxed “I’m not your brother john how many times can a man possibly be born?” Ade, why does he have to say that every single time?” Ade opens his palms wide like the answer is written on them for him to see, john looks into the palms in boundless expectation only to find no answer to his mystery, his disappointed eyes it yet again directed towards Ade’s face whose sealed lips had enlasted to as far as his chicks while John stared at his palms “I don’t know partner, your name’s john! I mean its not like you exactly belong around here” the dreaded john obviously carrying a ringingly thrilled face watches as the two shake a loud laughter of their hands but in Ade’s opinion he’d saved the day I mean he did gat him. He cleverly steps aside while he graciously allows john a taste of excitement; Tade is as stubborn as john’s disturbed state reflects a legend on these roads, so he happily takes john on yet another long and fresh chanting interview perfectly similar to the earlier one between himself and Ade. This goes on as Ade smiles with his heart wild open this excitement lasts for a short while before a huge pack of fellow runz boys genuinely pries his heart open they all take turns, smack and shake hands in a distinct and seemingly wicked manner, it even seems as though they are hurting one another the loud and rhythmless chants, barking most appropriately continues, Ade excuses himself, takes a few steps enough to stay clear of the horde, for a while there he takes a sober ablution john discharges himself too as they both attempt to cleverly flea the scene Ade turns around and bumps into a, believe me, gorgeous…ok enough of the day dream-chasing and ceiling-counting; splendour normally a heavy slap or two would gesture the beauty off her face for bumping into Ade but she isn’t at all terrified and he doesn’t appear nearly offended so there is a parley stand down. Ade isn’t all that bad I mean just a few of the babes around crush on him secretly, 'churchies' included, the rest; openly of course. They both say less than no word though there is sincere apologies clearly written on them he collects her phone from the sands it had fallen into without missing any expected expression on her face just as if he never bent for the phone. His heart pounds heavily while his mind raises, but out of unusual coyness he rescues himself from her eyes and walks past her in full regret and relief at the same time, ”hey!” she suddenly calls on him, Ade turns around almost at once in full exhilaration but into a disappointment she stretches out and hands him his wallet, the one she picked while he picked her phone once again they are both arrested and this time it appears there isn’t a way out john had continued his swaggering display into a distance where he waits just ahead like he’d been challenged to while Ade sets some P which actually is 'setting an escape Plan', he gently hops and hurdles up and down in a restricted horizon. By now Ade had successfully murmured a few fragrant words out he continues with“...I must confess you are incredibly, smokingly gorgeous, almost too beautiful you almost ugly, too charming I believed I needed an escape from your sight well I’m still planning one though…and your smile, so captivating that it seems scary, you’ll know, I’m scared right now right? I almost don’t know what……."I’ll just leave the rest of the clowning to your imagination. It was as though they had stepped into each other’s shadows, the world stands still, quiet, though some may be sitting but that doesn’t count the moment lingers and endures while they maintain this tasking gaze, lost in one another, even I can see them from every viewpoints as the wind takes me on a circumvolution of them, it almost seems like the heavens have come here and expunged all the devils below leaving these two behind. As Ade spills those words gently she quietly reaches for her jeans with her right hand she wouldn’t want to distract him away from the excellent job he seems to be doing, digs straight into her right front pocket while the other hand is cast to her back pocket, as if she involuntarily left those hands in a gaol the rest of her body lifts to heights though her legs are still sealed to the same spot, in Ade’s shadow, I think that sounds even better; eyes permanently motionless, Ade continues his incantations while she stands there lost in disbelief, astonishment, willingness and in a pleasant recklessness, he could almost capture every little smile though his cred bank and of course imaginary wank bank is filled with the huge ones already. By now the barking pack, I mean the guys, gradually, their loud chants faint into the thin air as they sell their concentration to these two at no fee, Ade’s excellence too unfortunately fades into a sudden relapse, she could now notice an obviously captivated array of spectators so out of her long mum, with her tongue she greases from within and pushes her lips to detach, Ade lowers into an even more self-assured relaxation, prepared to make a “yes” response to whatever that is uttered from these angelic lips while waiting he is sure she might take forever so he starts thinking of a lot more lines…”I wasn’t smiling!”, yes! Ade had responded before he could hear what she had said or think and now that he has the true words, bitter isn’t it? He replies with confusion written all over him “oh... really?” she nods, the disapproval on her face at this moment seems even greater than the one she wore when she uttered her first and only words, he manages to stutter a few more words before he's finally knocked out “I I thought I’d, I mean I could’ve bet I clocked your sealed lips move back there…but its all good I guess you can't win it all that’s what they say right?” she almost gives up her pretence for another solemn smile but she holds very firm with her mind but since she can't do the same to her voice and words she’d rather keep mute. A rumble had begun in Ade’s mind, mightier than that in his stomach but nothing compared to the mutiny in his head, a lady’s muteness can of course cause a lot than said. He wouldn’t want to aggravate the embarrassment he’s to retire into so he manages to hold his breathe and barely gestures with his face meaning “I’ll…I'll just go” he turns around while she still stands , apparently the devils are back and perhaps their own shadows they stood in left with the heavens, he flings his head downwards, dejected he fixes his eyes to his wet feet visible from under his heavy timbs so he can quickly think of a lie or two to save himself and to immaculate her conception in the fatherhood of his own self and give the expectant hears of john and, of course the rest a cool name at least since he didn't get one. Ade is so good that to john but the rest even beneath his perfect pretence he could find his own share of the disappointment as Ade struggles in futile containment of his humiliation and regret. He genuinely puffs empty, holds blank, thrusts wide, and fades in………suddenly, he catches a quiet, tender, healing, and angelic voice “wait!” Ade’s personal saviour calls from heaaven unto him who hath wroth of the torment of the mere darkness of hell’s gate. He turns at once into his own salvation……..but sudden darkness is cast at my sight…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. :)
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
THE CRAZY SUMMER; THE SUMMER PREMIER LEAGUE GETS NASTY AS CLUBS BATTLE IT OUT TO SIGN THE BIGGEST STARS.
By Busari Isa Olalekan
Sunday, 4 August 2013
I don't usually post random stuff like this but THIS Caught my attention. And though I don't know why, but I'm extra excited about it.
Don Jazzy and D'banj Performing together at Dbanj's sister's wedding. :O..
Most of us thought after the break up of the now defunct Mo'Hits Crew, that would be the end of the relationship, but I find this amazing.
Below are some photos of Dbanj And Don Jazzy Performing together at Dbanj's sister's wedding to Dotun of Cool FM....
Do You think any collaboration or reconciliation is in the offing?
Drop your comments and below too and let's see what you think
Friday, 2 August 2013
The sun is up
And the moon is out.
The world is wrong and i want to set it right
I try my best, night and day.
When i wake up,
When i go out,
I try with all my being,
To be at my best....
I know the night
And i know the day
And so i know it will remain the same, as it has always been
I am no one to want to change the world
Night will be night
And day will be day
No matter what my words say or try to say,
i am no one to want to change the world.
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With a smile out on your face
And a tear out in your eyes
Couldn’t seem to gather a lot on your grace”
Calling for your world above, we strive but the muscles
On her arms shifts to our faces
That together we don’t sweat from our eyes
The aged, the street!
Where you look upwards but remain on your ruins
Where you look onwards but your legs stride sideway
Where you travel too many directions at a time
Yet, so far, the city sighs while the street scoffs
The city sobs in the street
We live in a moving camp and off her sentient lamp
“Let the good Lord shine the light
On your dark hours
and dark places”
John: Ade, did you just get drunk in your dream again?
He hurriedly pulls himself off the chair, quickens while his legs blab as he heads away from the library, far enough…………………………………
Welcome to the missals
To be continued.......