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John B (born John Bryn Williams, 1977, Maidenhead, Berkshire, England) is an English DJ and electronic music producer. He is widely recognised for his eccentric clothing and wild hair and his production of several cutting edge drum and bass tracks.
John B ranked #76 in DJ Magazine 's 2010 Top 100 DJs annual poll, announced on 27 October 2010.
Williams started producing music around the age of 14, and now is the head of drum and bass record label Beta Recordings, together with its more specialist drum and bass sub-labels Nu Electro, Tangent, and Chihuahua. He also has releases on Formation Records, Metalheadz and Planet Mu.
Williams was ranked 1st drum and bass DJ on the 2009 DJMag's top 100. and #92 on the DJ List as of October 3, 2009.
He attended Durham University.
While his trademark sound has evolved through the years, it generally involves female vocals and trance-like synths (a style which has been dubbed "trance and bass", "trancestep" and "futurestep" by listeners). His most recent concentration is an 1980s electroclash influenced fusion of electro and drum and bass, which was dubbed 'electrostep'. At first (around early 2002), this style seemed odd and comical to some in the drum and bass community. However, this move has given John the ability to carry his style of drum and bass forward. He has dabbled in darkstep, jazzstep and various other styles in his time. When he DJs, he is known to spin both drum and bass and electrohouse, sometimes with other genres such as disco and rock, in the same sets.
Webster Griffin Tarpley (born 1946) is an American historian, author, journalist, lecturer, and critic of US foreign and domestic policy. Tarpley maintains that the September 11 attacks were engineered by a rogue network of the military-industrial complex and intelligence agencies as a false flag operation. His writings and speeches describe a model of terror operations by a rogue network in the military/intelligence sector working with moles in the private sector and in corporate media, and locates such contemporary false flag operations in a historical context stretching back in the English speaking world to at least the Gunpowder Plot in England in 1605.
Tarpley was born in Pittsfield, Massachusetts in 1946. He received a BA degree summa cum laude in English and Italian from Princeton University in 1966. While a student at Princeton he became a member of Phi Beta Kappa, and was a Fulbright Scholar at University of Turin in Italy. Tarpley also obtained a MA degree in humanities from Skidmore College. As well as a Ph.D. from The Catholic University of America in History.
I saw the sun, though it didn't shine
Gave up no shadows, gave out no way to know the time
No wind to blow the silver leaves
The drone of clever talk just stopped
The air hangs out, hesitates to carry a thought
Away from me
And the sky colored heavy gray
August Day
Stir the dust and carve a rhyme
Barefoot blues watch and wait till supper time
Will a smile break through
Distant thunder and the slow dance
Static lightning sky daring me to take a chance
And say, "I love you"
And the sky colored heavy gray
August Day
August Day
And the sky colored heavy gray
August Day
[Mr. Lil One]
What's up Dawg
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up
[Mr. Lil One]
You back up in here again
[Mr. Shadow]
Yes
{Mr. Lil One]
You see that board over there?
{Mr. Shadow]
The one over there?
[Mr. Lil One]
Yeah the one with the bald headed fool lookin like a fuckin geek
Check it out check it out, look look look
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up what's up
[Mr. Lil One]
Who she lookin at?
[Mr. Shadow]
She still lookin at us!
Mr. Lil One]
I'm so excited got ya bitch on my dick
and she still wants to ride it
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm so excited got ya bitch on my dick
and she still wants to ride it
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm sitting here thinking damn isn't that a shame
You're kissing on your lady while she's mumbling my name
You think that you're a playa, look who's numbers on my pager
I told you she'd be callin me sayin she's all in love with me
We took it to the beach then she gave a little speech
How she loves the way we grind when we lay between the sheets
It's getting kind of shady second thoughts about your lady
But you were still telling people that you two were getting married
Now go ahead and get your marry on, while I carry one
Drinking perron, with your lady through my song
I knew it all along, she be coming back for more
When she was on her knees you were working at the store
Sweating 9 to 5 while she suits me in your ride
Getting hickies on my neck putting baby girl in check
Went once went twice it's the stalker of your life
Got you wonderin can you trust her as your wife
[chorus]
repeat 2
[Mr. Lil One]
Now I know your state of mind can't compare to mine
I fin to brake it down like an ese doin time
You grief through the highs, stroll through the lows
You watch how you act cause your character shows
How you really are, never mind a rap star
You pretty face girl but your ass behind bars
Now your in a tank with slippers and rules
some of them g's and some of them fools
Sitting there stressin, sad reminissen
Never really flew straigh so she's a peasent
Yes indeed, I'n knowin what you need
Learn how to write and learn how to read
All between the lines all between the lies
Sit there and learn while she's giving me the eyes
Take her to the pad, take her to the crib
Give it to her raw like you never did
[chorus]
repeat 2
[Mr. Shadow]
I'm flossing on your rims while you rap about your brims
You need to reculaged while your girl comfess her sins
Making scary hits while you be licking harry tits
Ask your lady where shes been while you punchin in at 6
You better be ready to her some ruff and nasty sex
Like how she pages me from work with that 14to 3 that 69er
I know shes been a tough one rough enough to bust one
Never have I loved one so how the hell could I love one
Lust one, never have I wined her or dined her
I leave that up to you cause all I do is get behind her
I find it kind of funny every week you give her money
With that she buys the lotion she be rubbin all over my tummy
Huggin me and kissing me looking me in the eyes
Tellin me how she loves me and wants me in her life
But I aint payin no minds cause all Im doing is making pine
I told your future wife that nickels aint my type
[chorus]
Repeat 2