jáydəd | by jayroquil

j á y d e d

by jayroquil

main shaayar to nahin, magar ae haseen . . .

KIRAN DHALIWAL

=========== jayroquil ===========

Doctor in training
Film Addict
Closet Dancer
Bakwaas Comedian
Bathroom Philosopher
A Grade Procrastinator
1st Class Monkey Business Wali

C H E C K E D

S H O U T O U T

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Tell you what, take this blow...

15:00 - Wednesday, 16 January 2008

What I'm about to do is break it down.
You'd better get the point now.
Else, I'd have to be a bitch

And one more thing,
I'm not sorry one bit about it.

Below, is an adaptation of Jay Sean's Me against Myself lyrics.
No originality, just a few changes here and there to suit the circumstances.

Jayroquil vs Soulja Boy

Me against that idiot
And there ain’t no chorus,so just listen

S:
Oh girl, you look so beautiful with those purple roses around you
I wanna hold youI wanna touch you and squeeze you and love you all day long, oh baby girl

J:Yo, I've heard it before, so save all the cliches,
I really can't believe there's no true talent around these days.
Soulja Boy with the same old shit, talkin' about purple roses that and purple roses this
I’ve seen you hangin' around with that girl during the break, posin’ for the camera, smilin' with the cheesiest grin

What’s the deal? Whatever happened to keepin' it cool?
Back in the days when you ware rattling about the wicked times of your school.
And now that you got listeners, oh it's clear and it's simple,
You're only makin' conversations that you hope they’ll be into.
Come on, “burning the lab” was never a hit, fool,
And what the hell is takin' you so long to understand the truth!

Fix up! It's been about six weeks and insults are everywhere,
Even your own friends think your shit sucks (I don't like Soulja boy)
And I know that you pretend to ignore them,
It's gotta hurt when you're even gettin' dissed in your own class!

Yeah I've done my reseach, back when you started, fool,
Back when people thought you were the genuine article…
Genuine, my arse, you’re an artificial whacko,
The only thing different about you, is the fact that your mixed-blood!

S:
(Well well) Well I guess it must've helped a bit, the fact that everyone’s now into the mix-blood trend,
Including' acquaintances, I guess we cornered it, I'm surprised you hadn't thought of it,
And there's issues that I find myself placed with, being pigeon-holed and accused of exaggerating
It's a struggle and it's so frustrating, telling me I’ma fake sheep in this crewship.

J:
And I bet that just had you in tears,
Wasn't that the reason you ended up leaving your peers?
I guess you couldn't take the way that people would mock that,
So it was off with the act and goodbye to the suck up
But you still pissed us off with your whacked exaggerations of your skills and shoes
Now you wonder why your friends slander you

Pshhh,Whatever, it seems you sold your soul to the game,
You’re a fake, 'cos Soulja boy ain’t even your name,
So how'd you come up with that? It aint unique after all.
What are you like a hybrid stripped from that video?

You're better off with the name you was born
You little pansy, you really should've been called gay porn,
So which one’s your lover? Your bro or your bestie?
Probably the latter, he sees you as his bitch doesn't he?
Wasn't he the one you derided in your chat with that naan?
Like a while ago, I'm talkin' like well over a month,
You were trying to look cool but you quit being a friend.
To fit in, how the hell did you manage to get to that part.
And how'd you tell your friends, you know how shit that sounds?
"I’m feeling left out, I guess I’m gonna back out now!"

S:
But nevertheless, I quit, went ahead and progressed,
Had my eyes on a goal and wouldn't settle for less

J:
What d'you mean? You only got where you are ‘cos of a gimmick!
The whole makkal thing was big and you were luckily a part of it
And don't be upset if people don't like what you say
They're not crazy, they’d rather be on their way

Wow big deal, so you got couple of dudes
I'm not surprised if bro helped you to make you a crew
You know what? I’m tired man, I'm sick I'm bored of you,
Run off you little puppet, I hear your bestie callin' you.