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++ if there is a better mc coming out of where i'm from, i have not met them ++ "It's nothing you'd understand, but I do have something to say. In fact, I have a lot to say, but now is not the time or place. I don't know why I'm wasting my time or breath. But what the hell? As for what is said of my life, there have been lies in the past and there will be lies in the future. I don't believe in the hypocritical, moralistic dogma of this so-called civilized society. I need not look beyond this room to see all the liars, hater, the killers, the crooks, the paranoid cowards--truly trematodes of the Earth, each one in his own legal profession. You maggots make me sick-- hypocrites one and all. And no one knows that better than those who kill for policy, clandestinely or openly, as do the governments of the world, which kill in the name of God and country or for whatever reason they deem appropriate. I don't need to hear all of society's rationalizations, I've heard them all before and the fact remains that what is, is. You don't understand me. You are not expected to. You are not capable of it. I am beyond your experience. I am beyond good and evil."++Phencyclidine (a contraction of the chemical name phenylcyclohexylpiperidine), abbreviated PCP, is a dissociative drug formerly used as an anesthetic agent, exhibiting hallucinogenic and neurotoxic effects.It was first patented in the 1950s by the Parke-Davis pharmaceutical company. PCP is listed as a Schedule II drug in the United States under the Convention on Psychotropic Substances.In chemical structure, PCP is an arylcyclohexylamine derivative, and, in pharmacology, it is a member of the family of dissociative anesthetics. PCP works primarily as an NMDA receptor antagonist, which blocks the activity of the NMDA Receptor. Other NMDA receptor antagonists include ketamine, tiletamine, and dextromethorphan. Although the primary psychoactive effects of the drug last only hours, total elimination from the body is prolonged, typically extending over weeks.More than 30 different analogues of PCP were reported as being used on the street during the 1970s and 1980s, mainly in the USA. The best known of these are PCPy (Rolicyclidine, 1-(1-phenylcyclohexyl)pyrrolidine); PCE (Eticyclidine, N-ethyl-1-phenylcyclohexylamine); and TCP (Tenocyclidine, 1-(1-(2-Thienyl)cyclohexyl)piperidine). These compounds were never widely-used and did not seem to be as well-accepted by users as PCP itself, however they were all added onto Schedule I of the Controlled Substance Act because of their putative similar effects.The generalised structural motif required for PCP-like activity is derived from structure-activity relationship studies of PCP analogues, and summarised below. All of these analogues would have somewhat similar effects to PCP itself, although, with a range of potencies and varying mixtures of anaesthetic, dissociative and stimulant effects depending on the particular substituents used. In some countries such as the USA, Australia, and New Zealand, all of these compounds would be considered controlled substance analogues of PCP, and are hence illegal drugs, even though many of them have never been made or tested.
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Y%PERFECTION%BUILD%BORN%CYPHERpale dead faces with smirks and stitches... clothes in old photos that you don't know the whereabouts of... PCP binges with people you only know by alias... loving the crumbs of a significant other... awkward silence with people you adore... memories of dreams and dreams of memories... skateboarding @ the warehouse... growing up in heroin dens... splinters in your scalp from someone elses skull fragments... remember cutting through the tendons on my pinky finger... spreading the ashes onto fenway... rate it on a scale of one to ten... everything means nothing to me... no fist to fuckin save you from... she said she didn't want a drunken idiot... I think i might just try to be normal now... i kicked a retard down the stairs... got kicked out of project graduation (which was fitting because i didn't graduate) for being too drunk... i didn't make it off the bus... i went to middle school in an armory... i got rent plus 80 bucks but no job and your phone was off... baby, i can't wait... i met her under the influence of ecstacy on haloween night in brooklyn... i found the meaning of life on new years eve on fore st in a k hole, but then upon the vomit that ensued, i forgot it... wish i wrote it down... i always knew i'd die violently (and young)... i just can't help but be nice to those i feel i was mean to in high school... i'll never care about the northern most continental state... i'm not your charity case, rich boy... this is not my life... suicidal thoughts and a bottle of (fill in the blank)... trashing hotel rooms because i'm bored... really fuckin bored.... shes bored too......... black and white photographs for you and your loved one... i only fuck strippers, i don't get lap dances... a fond farewell to a friend, its not what i'm like... st patties day massacre... i'm sorry that i'm that stupid, i think i used to be smart... failed starving artist, i'm not even trying anymore... whats new? my roomate taught me to hate that question... just yell out 'ol dirty' into the woods, and see who responds... screaming at my tv for informing me that the red sox lost... slow down my brain, take up with enemy, and the cold comfort of the in between... i hate all rappers that i've ever met... just because your screaming, doesn't mean your hardcore... the legend of the FUCKING RENT is way hardcore... no beer for me thanks, i'm using illicit narcotics tonight... no i don't have a phone number, i sell drugs through email- i appreciate your inquiry though... really good at telling lies yet horrible about seeing deceit in another... waiting for the train, i saw you, and i didn't think twice... do i owe you money?... what do you mean there is a cover?.... the ghosts of my life are rich from all the money i lost when i got drunk... i never cared for the details, but the thoughts conveyed in a manic delivery at 4 in the morning are what really grinds my gears the hardest... we are all just transports, get used to it... zero population growth, bitch... glad i aborted that kid with that (fill in the word i don't want to use here)... ditch the cab but cover your cap... urinal confessions holding a can of domestic beer talking to what (we) consider to be god which is just really instinct- the truest higher power i can muster... speaking with dead friends on drunken cold walks home... cursing my ancestors from a moving train... maggots are eating the ideas that i had as a child... the brightest moments in this darkest of hours are not caught on to by popular culture, though you may have heard otherwise... if you've read this far, i suggest you question what it is exactly that you do... i'll punch these arthouse smart mouthed fucks in the face and walk off drinking their kool aid... i've never cheated on a girl in my life... so what they don't want to work with me, what the fuck do i care... public fornication
