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enige stukje dat vet is is From the streets we unleash hell, feel the power of decibel.

de rest van die vocals zijn gay.

Lyst wrote:Father thank you for making us righteous
And accepted through the blood of Jesus
Because of that we are blessed and highly favored by you
We are objects of your affection
Your favor surrounds us like a shield
And the first thing that people come in contact with
Is our favored shield
Thank you that we have favor with you and man today
Doors that were once closed are now open for us
We are God's favorite children

No good thing will he withhold from me
Because of God's favor my enemies cannot triumph over me
I have supernatural increase in promotion
I declare restoration of everything
That the devil has stolen from me
We receive recognition, prominence and honor
This is the day!

Because we are highly favored by God I experience great victories
Supernatural turn-arounds and miraculous breakthroughs
In the midst of great impossibilities
Petitions are granted to us even by ungodly authorities
Policies, rules, regulations and laws
Are changed and reversed on our behalf
We win battles that we don't even have to fight
Because God fights them for us!

This is the day!

Doors that were once closed are now open for us
We are God's favorite children

The Beholder ft Max Enforcer - The Preacher

You, followers
Raise your hands
And show us the meaning....
..
OF HARDSTYLE! zaag zaag zaag

from coast to coast i got soldiers on post , injecting you whit the high funk overdose

Freedom....is within each of us!....BOEM!

Of: Rock ya body!....Scope Dj...KICK! Rock YA Body! (x heel veel)

Ok, niet echt de beste tekst ooit...maar die kwamen even naar boven borrelen

Hey, what's up?
The dead body of a man was left on his 3rd story apartment balcony for five days
The neighbors eventually called 911 when they realized that it wasn't an elaborate Halloween decoration

This man was slumped over on his apartment balcony for 5 days, bleeding out of his eye
Nobody noticed
I guess everybody just thought it was a creepy scarecrow
You know they looked over and they're like: "Oh look, it even rots"

- What's up?
- Hey, what's up?
The dead body of a man was left on his 3rd story apartment balcony for five days
The neighbors eventually called 911 when they realized that it wasn't an elaborate Halloween decoration
But in fact a man that shot himself in the face
The man apparently shot himself in the eye with a gun
Right in the eye

This man was slumped over on his apartment balcony for 5 days, bleeding out of his eye
Nobody noticed
I guess everybody just thought it was a creepy scarecrow
You know they looked over and they're like: "Oh look, it even rots"
Oh, the skin's all discolored, like it's a real dead body
It's got rigormortis

What's up?

What if nobody noticed this guy and it just went on for like a month, or 2 months
And this guy was just rotting on the balcony
Or maybe he wouldn't have been noticed at all
People would just be looking over at the balcony and they be like: "Oh god, this guy still got his stupid creepy fucking scarecrow upon his balcony"
What if this really was some guy's Halloween scarecrow?
It probably would just be like: "Hey, what the fuck happened to my scarecrow?"
"Oh, we thought it wasn't creepy"
"Yeah it was a dead guy"

- Hey, what's up?
The dead body of a man was left on his 3rd story apartment balcony for five days
The neighbors eventually called 911 when they realized that it wasn't an elaborate Halloween decoration

Hey, what's up?

xpress wrote:from coast to coast i got soldiers on post , injecting you whit the high funk overdose

Klinkt zo vet deze tekst

Do You Want BASS? Here MOTHERFUCKER!

After five minutes you're like "What the fuck is that?"

dat dacht ik inderdaad ook nog, z'n gigantisch hoog beukgehalte die plaat

"Living for the Moment"

Katja wrote:"Living for the Moment"

uiteraard.
welke plaatjes ken je nog meer katja ?

Got any new tech stuff?

You got any new tricks?

Drop the bomb!

Power, money, fortune, lose it
Fuck the fame, feel the music
Power, money, fortune, fame
Fuck the reputation game

Welcome to the recordshop. Can I help ya?

Headhunter(4)Ever wrote:Power, money, fortune, lose it
Fuck the fame, feel the music
Power, money, fortune, fame
Fuck the reputation game

Vooral dit zinnetje dan
Fuck the fame, feel the music

This tower was raised in the year blank-blank
The year of the crow, the year of our disgrace
I am tucked up here in the shadow of the cross
With my ear muffs, with my quilt and palliase
Kneeling up but looking down
Like a man at prayer

iSenSe` wrote:
uiteraard.
welke plaatjes ken je nog meer katja ?

:')

Music for your body, music for your mind
Work me baby, work me, oh it feels so good
That’s all I’m saying, hehehe
Y’all keep the beat going!

Yeah, that’s right
Hahaha!

rara

injected you with the high funk overdose

Choking out the simple joy of just being alive.
Now I'm filled with love and I sing a love song, a song for yesterday, today, tommorow and beyond.

After five minutes you're like "What the fuck is that?"
Now here's where it gets really crazy
You are going through a psychedelic trip
You're not gonna go crazy, you're gonna go fucking insane


Everybody in their life, if you live, you know,
And you haven't had a heavy psychedelic experience,
And you haven't gone in an isolation tank,
You've missed out.
You've missed out on a huge chunk of what life really is.

Life is a massive fucking mystery
And there's only a few different ways to really crack below the surface of that mystery
And the best way is psychedelics

when the sun sets

we all can tell

this is the moment ... for Decibel


Amazing hot sunshine

unleash the summer

come to our city

prepare yoursel for .. Decibel

BAM BAM BAM BEBAM BAM BEBAM BAM ...

i keep on searching that feeling for more
i don't wanna fight this no more
music takes me higher baby
music made the addict in me.




here is one of the moments that you loved to hate me
and you hate you loved me so
because everything simples get complicated
when we don't talk no more
and i understand that you feel this way
and i'm sorry for my actions yesterday
but i can't turn back the fucking time
and i can't get it out of my mind
i wish life was like A...B...
just as easy as 1,2,3
A...B...
just as easy as 1,2,3




once at the wave of his walk
all the billows of musical sounds followed his will
as the sea was ruled by the prophet of all



when i'm in the club i'm like what's that noise ooh
the dj drops the bounce my whole crew is like wooow
it's fucking with my head but it's moving with my flow
the bassline pumping drumps are thumping speakers out to blow

dnl wrote:
i keep on searching that feeling for more
i don't wanna fight this no more
music takes me higher baby
music made the addict in me.

Dat nummer begint me nu al serieus de keel uit te hangen..

Prepare yourself for Decibel