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  1. Cipher From A Psycho

    What did you just call me' mother. You better watch it, punk.
  2. When life gives you lemons

    When life gives you lemons... My fuckin fellow playa haters: I stand here todizzle humbled by tha task before us, grateful fo' tha trust you have bestowed, mindful of tha sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I give props ta Prezzy Bush fo' his steez ta our nation, as well as tha generositizzle n' cooperation dat schmoooove muthafucka has shown all up in dis transition. Forty-four Gangstas have now taken tha prezial oath. Da lyrics done been spoken durin risin tidez of prosperitizzle n' tha still wataz of peace. Yet, every last muthafuckin so often tha oath is taken amidst gatherin cloudz n' ragin storms fo' realz. At these moments, Tha Ghetto has carried on not simply cuz of tha skill or vision of dem up in high office yo, but cuz We tha Muthafuckas have remained faithful ta tha idealz of our forbearers, n' legit ta our foundin documents. So it has been. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So it must be wit dis generation of Gangstas. That we is up in tha midst of crisis is now well understood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Our hood be at war, against a gangbangin' far-reachin network of shiznit n' hatred. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Our economizzle is badly weakened, a cold-ass lil consequence of greed n' irresponsibilitizzle on tha part of some yo, but also our collectizzle failure ta make hard chizzlez n' prepare tha hood fo' a freshly smoked up age yo. Homes done been lost; thangs shed; bidnizzes shuttered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Our game care is too costly; our schools fail too many; n' each dizzle brangs further evidence dat tha ways we use juice strengthen our adversaries n' threaten our hood. These is tha indicatorz of crisis, subject ta data n' statistics. Less measurable but no less profound be a sappin of confidence across our land - a naggin fear dat America’s decline is inevitable, n' dat tha next generation must lower its sights. Todizzle I say ta you dat tha challenges we grill is real. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. They is straight-up n' they is many. They aint gonna be kicked it wit easily or up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass short span of time. But know this, Tha Ghetto - they is ghon be met. On dis day, we gather cuz our crazy asses have chosen hope over fear, unitizzle of purpose over conflict n' discord. On dis day, we come ta proclaim a end ta tha petty grievances n' false promises, tha recriminations n' worn up dogmas, dat fo' far too long have strangled our ballistics. We remain a lil' hood yo, but up in tha lyrics of Scripture, tha time has come ta set aside childish thangs. Da time has come ta reaffirm our endurin spirit; ta chizzle our betta history; ta carry forward dat precious gift, dat noble idea, passed on from generation ta generation: tha God-given promise dat all is equal, all is free, n' all deserve a cold-ass lil chizzle ta pursue they full measure of happiness. In reaffirmin tha pimped outnizz of our nation, we KNOW dat pimped outnizz is never a given. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Well shiiiit, it must be earned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Our trip has never been one of short-cuts or settlin fo' less. Well shiiiit, it has not been tha path fo' tha faint-hearted - fo' dem playas whoz ass prefer leisure over work, or seek only tha pleasurez of riches n' fame. Rather, it has been tha risk-takers, tha doers, tha makerz of thangs - some bigged up but mo' often pimps n' dem hoes obscure up in they labor, whoz ass have carried our asses up tha long, rugged path towardz prosperitizzle n' freedom. For us, they packed up they few ghettoly possessions n' traveled across oceans up in search of a freshly smoked up game. For us, they toiled up in sweatshops n' settled tha West; endured tha lash of tha whip n' plowed tha hard earth. For us, they fought n' died, up in places like Concord n' Gettysburg; Normandy n' Khe Sahn. Time n' again n' again n' again these pimps n' dem hoes struggled n' sacrificed n' hit dat shiznit till they handz was raw so dat we might live a funky-ass betta game. They saw Tha Ghetto as bigger than tha sum of our individual ambitions; pimped outa than all tha differencez of birth or wealth or faction. This is tha trip we continue todizzle. It make me wanna hollar playa! We remain da most thugged-out prosperous, bangin hood on Earth. Our workers is no less productizzle than when dis crisis fuckin started. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Our mindz is no less inventive, our loot n' skillz no less needed than they was last week or last month or last year. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Our capacitizzle remains undiminished. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! But our time of standin pat, of protectin narrow interests n' puttin off unpleasant decisions - dat time has surely passed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Startin todizzle, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, n' begin again n' again n' again tha work of remaking America. For everywhere our slick asses look, there is work ta be done. Da state of tha economizzle calls fo' action, bold n' swift, n' we will act - not only ta create freshly smoked up thangs yo, but ta lay a freshly smoked up foundation fo' growth. Us thugs will build tha roadz n' bridges, tha electric gridz n' digital lines dat feed our commerce n' bind our asses together n' shit. Us thugs will restore science ta its rightful place, n' wield technology’s wondaz ta raise game care’s qualitizzle n' lower its cost. Us thugs will harnizz tha sun n' tha windz n' tha soil ta gin n juice our rides n' run our factories fo' realz. And we will transform our schools n' colleges n' universitizzles ta hook up tha demandz of a freshly smoked up age fo' realz. All dis we can do fo' realz. And all dis we will do. Now, there be some whoz ass question tha scale of our ambitions - whoz ass suggest dat our system cannot tolerate a fuckin shitload of big-ass plans. Their memories is short. For they have forgotten what tha fuck dis ghetto has already done; what tha fuck free pimps n' dem hoes can big up when imagination is joined ta common purpose, n' necessitizzle ta courage. What tha cynics fail ta KNOW is dat tha ground has shifted beneath dem - dat tha stale ballistical arguments dat have consumed our asses fo' so long no longer apply. Da question we ask todizzle aint whether our posse is too big-ass or too lil' small-ass yo, but whether it works - whether it helps crews find thangs at a thugged-out decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement dat is dignified. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Where tha answer is fo'sho, we intend ta move forward. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Where tha answer is no, programs will end yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin' fo' realz. And dem of our asses whoz ass manage tha public’s dollars is ghon be held ta account - ta spend wisely, reform shitty habits, n' do our bidnizz up in tha light of dizzle - cuz only then can we restore tha vital trust between a playas n' they posse. Nor is tha question before our asses whether tha market be a gangbangin' force fo' phat or ill. Its juice ta generate wealth n' expand freedom is unmatched yo, but dis crisis has reminded our asses dat without a watchful eye, tha market can spin outta control - n' dat a hood cannot prosper long when it favors only tha prosperous. Da success of our economizzle has always depended not just on tha size of our Gross Domestic Product yo, but on tha reach of our prosperity; on our mobilitizzle ta extend opportunitizzle ta every last muthafuckin willin ass - not outta charitizzle yo, but cuz it is tha surest route ta our common good. As fo' our common defense, we reject as false tha chizzle between our safety n' our ideals. Our Foundin Fathers, faced wit perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a cold-ass lil charta ta assure tha rule of law n' tha muthafuckin rightz of dude, a cold-ass lil charta expanded by tha blood of generations. Those ideals still light tha ghetto, n' we aint gonna give dem up fo' expedience’s sake. And so ta all other peoplez n' posses whoz ass is watchin todizzle, from tha grandest capitals ta tha lil' small-ass hood where mah daddy was born: know dat Tha Ghetto be a gangbangin' playa of each hood n' every last muthafuckin dude, biatch, n' lil pimp whoz ass seeks a gangbangin' future of peace n' dignity, n' dat we is locked n loaded ta lead once more. Recall dat earlier generations faced down fascizzle n' communizzle not just wit pistols n' tanks yo, but wit sturdy alliances n' endurin convictions. They understood dat our juice ridin' solo cannot protect us, nor do it entitle our asses ta do as we. Biiiatch please.Instead, they knew dat our juice grows all up in its prudent use; our securitizzle emanates from tha justnizz of our cause, tha force of our example, tha temperin qualitizzlez of humilitizzle n' restraint. We is tha keeperz of dis legacy. Guided by these principlez once more, we can hook up dem freshly smoked up threats dat demand even pimped outa effort - even pimped outa cooperation n' understandin between nations. Us thugs will begin ta responsibly leave Iraq ta its people, n' forge a hard-earned peace up in Afghanistan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. With oldschool playaz n' forma foes, we will work tirelessly ta lessen tha nuclear threat, n' roll back tha specta of a warmin hood. Us thugs aint gonna apologize fo' our way of game, nor will we waver up in its defense, n' fo' dem playas whoz ass seek ta advizzle they aims by inducin terror n' slaughterin innocents, we say ta you now dat our spirit is stronger n' cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, n' we will defeat you, biatch. For we know dat our patchwork heritage be a strength, not a weakness. We is a hood of Christians n' Muslims, Jews n' Hindus - n' non-believers. We is shaped by every last muthafuckin language n' culture, drawn from every last muthafuckin end of dis Earth; n' cuz our crazy asses have smoked tha bitta swill of civil war n' segregation, n' emerged from dat dark chapta stronger n' mo' united, we cannot help but believe dat tha oldschool hatredz shall somedizzle pass; dat tha linez of tribe shall soon dissolve; dat as tha ghetto grows smaller, our common humanitizzle shall reveal itself; n' dat Tha Ghetto must play its role up in usherin up in a freshly smoked up era of peace. To tha Muslim ghetto, we seek a freshly smoked up way forward, based on mutual interest n' mutual respect. To dem leadaz round tha globe whoz ass seek ta sow conflict, or blame they society’s ills on tha Westside - know dat yo' playas will judge you on what tha fuck you can build, not what tha fuck you destroy. To dem playas whoz ass clin ta juice all up in corruption n' deceit n' tha silencin of dissent, know dat yo ass is on tha wack side of history; but dat we will extend a hand if yo ass is willin ta unclench yo' fist. To tha playaz of skanky nations, we pledge ta work alongside you ta make yo' farms flourish n' let clean watas flow; ta nourish starved bodies n' feed horny mindz fo' realz. And ta dem nations like ours dat trip off relatizzle plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference ta sufferin outside our borders; nor can we consume tha ghetto’s resources without regard ta effect. For tha ghetto has chizzled, n' we must chizzle wit dat shit. As we consider tha road dat unfoldz before us, we remember wit humble gratitude dem brave Gangstas who, at dis straight-up hour, patrol far-off deserts n' distant mountains. They have suttin' ta tell our asses todizzle, just as tha fallen heroes whoz ass lie up in Arlington whisper all up in tha ages. Our thugged-out asses honor dem not only cuz they is guardianz of our liberty yo, but cuz they embody tha spirit of service; a willingnizz ta find meanin up in suttin' pimped outa than theyselves fo' realz. And yet, at dis moment - a moment dat will define a generation - it is precisely dis spirit dat must bust moves up in our asses all. For as much as posse can do n' must do, it is ultimately tha faith n' determination of tha Gangsta playas upon which dis hood relies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Well shiiiit, it is tha kindnizz ta take up in a stranger when tha levees break, tha selflessnizz of workers whoz ass would rather cut they minutes than peep a gangbangin' playa lose they thang which sees our asses all up in our darkest hours. Well shiiiit, it is tha firefighter’s courage ta storm a stairway filled wit smoke yo, but also a parent’s willingnizz ta nurture a cold-ass lil child, dat finally decides our fate. Our challenges may be new. Da instruments wit which we hook up dem may be new. But dem joints upon which our success dependz - mad bullshit n' honesty, courage n' fair play, tolerizzle n' curiosity, loyalty n' patriotizzle - these thangs is old. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! These thangs is true. They done been tha on tha down-low force of progress all up in our history. What tha fuck iz demanded then be a return ta these truths. What tha fuck iz required of our asses now be a freshly smoked up era of responsibilitizzle - a recognition, on tha part of every last muthafuckin Gangsta, dat our crazy asses have dutizzles ta ourselves, our nation, n' tha ghetto, dutizzles dat our phat asses do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm up in tha knowledge dat there aint a god damn thang so satisfyin ta tha spirit, so definin of our character, than givin our all ta a gangbangin' finger-lickin' hard as fuck task. This is tha price n' tha promise of playa hatership. This is tha source of our confidence - tha knowledge dat Dogg calls on our asses ta shape a uncertain destiny. This is tha meanin of our liberty n' our creed - why pimps n' dem hoes n' lil pimpz of every last muthafuckin race n' every last muthafuckin faith can join up in celebration across dis magnificent mall, n' why a playa whose daddy less than sixty muthafuckin years ago might not done been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you ta take a most sacred oath. So let our asses mark dis dizzle wit remembrance, of whoz ass we is n' how tha fuck far our crazy asses have traveled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! In tha year of America’s birth, up in tha ccrazy oldschool of months, a lil' small-ass crew of patriots huddled by dyin campfires on tha shorez of a icy river n' shit. Da capital was abandoned. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da enemy was advancing. Da snow was stained wit blood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! At a moment when tha outcome of our revolution was most up in doubt, tha daddy of our hood ordered these lyrics be read ta tha people: Let it be holla'd at ta tha future ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass...that up in tha depth of winter, when not a god damn thang but hope n' virtue could survive...that tha hood n' tha ghetto, alarmed at one common danger, came forth ta meet. America Warzone Gaming. In tha grill of our common dangers, up in dis winta of our bullshit, let our asses remember these timeless lyrics. With hope n' virtue, let our asses brave once mo' tha icy currents, n' endure what tha fuck storms may come. Let it be holla'd by our children’s lil pimps dat when we was tested we refused ta let dis trip end, dat our phat asses did not turn back nor did we falter; n' wit eyes fixed on tha horizizzle n' God’s grace upon us, we carried forth dat pimped out gift of freedom n' served up it safely ta future generations.
  3. How Did You Find Warzone?

    I invented the internet. The internet was my idea ja. I was a regular AlterIW MW2 player. Then the AlterIWnet received a cease and desist. A year later I picked up 4D1. I got straight up banned ingame from the 4D1 system and forum for cheating on a RepZ server by a 4D1 staff member. Then I got unbanned. Then I've spent my time on WZ|Subbase. Glorious times, the best. Easily. One day some Admin got mad salty and abused me in chat. I went on the forums, posted some transgender nerd as a blank picture in the shoutbox that you had to scroll down in order to see jewels and got banned. A month later, I was still a regular on WZ|Subbase, I got to talk with some very elder folks like @Jaakie and that one guy with chewbacca hair and a deep voice. A few nights later I got to talk with some nerd with a shadow in his name and this professional dude called ZeRo and added him on xfire. I got unbanned on the forums that way, me thinks. Das' how I got into WZ 1.1 or 1.2 back in October 2012. Dayumn, that's hella long ago. It's been five years.
  4. The 2017 UK Meetup Bucket List

    Try the hogwarts stuff.
  5. "Check out this sweet noscope" - famous last words, Kurt Cobain.

    1. ✈♜✹☪


      no scope with a shotgun, true mw2 style


  6. Dang, Hektor knows his shite.

  7. Religion of peace

    Watch out or you'll bleed out by that cut you just got by "your own" edginess right there. I mean, seriously? Is this satire? It could not become any bit more stereotypical, except if you'd start telling us about Cultural Marxism and the horseshoe theory.
  8. I am the greatest.

    1. Cat McThicc Boy

      Cat McThicc Boy

      I think there's a certain possibility that this is not true. 

      This possibility is me. I am the greatest.

  9. The LGBT Thread

    I think Homosexualls deserve to be happy. I also do not mind gay pride parades, because as a white male straight dawg, outside of statistics I could not possibly know whether or not certain minorities feel underpresented parades are fun.
  10. What am I doing with my life.

    Keep up the good work, Serg.
  11. Architecture and Designing

    Imo Crysis 3 had better looking grass.
  12. What if Zelda was a girl?

    1. BCEGhost


      I'm glad it's you who said that

    2. Mid


      That would be impossible.

  13. Fallout 4

    Fallout is nothing else but Skyrim with guns.