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Said and Ask (Vocal Mix) - Playlist

Made on non-Audiobus apps, ir909, eDrops Pro, and Akai Synthstation, and also JR Hexatone Amidio Inc, recorded in line in on mac mini onto Audacity, which is a free internet downloadable software, and sequenced, arranged and some parts trimmed to create new samples, fly track, I think, even the time lapse even significant, 7:57, where the vocal version included lessons from Terikh e RK19, Way of Dr. Rashad Khalifa. Produced on Intua Beatmaker 2, quality sound, amazing intuitive brilliant music production app, for the bright stars only, old boys, i am old Grovian, who studied at Woodhouse Grove Grammar School between 91-96. Went onto Durham, after finishing A-Levels at a local grammar school St.Bedes, and for the four years while at Durham, never once occurred the geometrical snap of St.Bede being buried there, 'never mind what haters say ignore them till they fade away.' Live your life, so you gonna be a shining star, with fancy clothes and fancy car, and we you see you gonna go far, and everyone knows who you are..live you life... Well these are great, if Audiobus wishes to include them... 

Pumped out of the Blueroom Scandyna speakers, they get better with age, I feel, or my amp is now playing a lot louder since I connected a pair of AKG K619 headphones to keep my family happy, especially with my seven month daughter sleeping. But they were out and I have like one or two hours just before evening prayer, after afternoon prayer, when I feel happy to produce, on the Cambridge Audio AV amp, when my aKG headphones are plugged in, I rely around 30db off the top, which is very good, but recently my amp is performing a lot better, but before with unmastered recording, though for my early albums I produced them on headphones, it is only recently I started investing a studio set up, before I would just use the speakers to play music off my iPhone dock, before that to play games on PS3 on a projector.  But the quality of the software has improved, it now no longer requires to be mastered, and the apps are wonderful too, a lot of professionally cut samples, and allow originality, but impossible to play, just one offs really, but I do not intend to rehearse but to continue to play fresh styles whether it's old stuff or new stuff, I never had music experience, but loved to listen, but slowly I progressed and appreciate the ability to produce your own stuff, especially what you want to hear, and how you feel music should be.  The linguists use terms such as noisy and cheesy, it is wicked, not straightforward, and their schemes backfire against them, instead they play to be full waves whether it is music or trash, just being loud and aggressive, like cheese blocks, the reason they call it cheesy, because the music I produce makes you smile, so they call it cheesy, so what's happy?  Too wicked, never mind what haters say ignore them till they fade away, they are not original, and they are just sell outs, rather than passers.  They want to buy souls and to win souls, whereas I want to drift off, and reflect on what happening in life, rather than be an adulterated evil wannabe opportunist accidental bastards of Satan, just a happening life, righteous rightful natural children of Allah.

They say to know yourself is to know your enemy, while the submitters are convinced only Allah possesses power and the schemes of the disbelievers backfire against them.

1st 3 Lessons From Terikh E RK19

Before and After - picture 1 -2005 - 25 years old (passport), picture 2 2011 (driving licence) - in 2007 I was put on injections of anti-psychotics which I'm still on, in 2014, and in 2011 I was trying to come off, for four months, after which they began forcing me to take it again, after throwing what seemed like an idol, which was a present for Christmas, out of the window, something I did not think, but it could be dangerous for animals such as cats and dogs, my brother the GP started again to persist I take medication, I knew their agenda like always was to ignite war and hatred, but instead I stay calm and carry on, when they wish me to snap, and instead I thought wait and see and buy time, and said I would think about it. The next day my Dad rang my CPN, to have bring the medication, but I refused, I locked myself in the bathroom, and told them I would get out until the CPN left, the CPN left but I got a carried away, and began trying to negotiate a hostage deal, with me being both terrorist and hostage, I kept threatening them that if they did not do as I said, I would jump out of the window, I made the window, open and close with a bang, they called the police. I asked my brother to give me a match so I could light a candle, my phone torch wasn't working or something I could not figure out, he said open the door I will give you it. I had put this suction small stool under the door, which my grandmother would use, and many other things to stop anyone entering, but as soon as I opened the door, my school 1st team rugby player, winger, barged the door, and the suction stool just miraculously slide away, I wondered how that could happen really. Luckily the police had not arrived and I was in bedroom when they did, they said 'no need to be aggressive' I said,'you haven't seen me aggressive'. They wanted me to take my meds, I refused, they called the mental services, I told them to fuck off, it was Christmas holidays, and from previous admission, they stated to detain a person at home, they needed the person's GP, Consultant and head nurse to take the person to hospital, so I said, 'wait till the holidays are over, and I'll talk to my Consultant'. They persisted I take the meds, my wife was saying please take it, I was so close to returning to normality, my condition improved from my spinal injury and my libido was better, and my reproductive side was improving, I had been married for three or four years without children, and without contraception too, and now I thought i would be able to have children but did not want their poisons to affect me again. At around midnight, they forced by picking me up, and carrying me downstairs I was so upset, I wanted my back to break, and would shout and make my back try to break, they put me on the back of the police van, I told them my neck hurts, my brother who was a doctor, said they should put a brace, and a mat for my back, but because they could not wait for an ambulance and change agenda from taking me to a mental hospital to A&E, they drove me from Bradford to Keighley, Airedale Hospital, where they practise ECT, electro conducive therapy, in other words electric shock, I only found out after wards. As soon  as arrived, they were trying to pump me with devils and jinns compound concoctions which fuck you up and destroy everything, and make you tortured and unable to function or speak, they had about four different drugs to give, including olanzopine, which melted in your mouth. I refused to take it, stating I could not tolerate olanzopine, they just wanted me to take their evil drugs, that try to listen that I was sensitive to their evil witches Satanic potions, which lead to premature death, and shrinking of the brain, and assorts of other problems from weight gain, to deep vein thrombosis, to diabetes, to all the functionality and so much that dopamine does, which they arrest, and only when you come off does your brian produce excess amounts, since it has been arrested for so long, but it makes you creative and you do not become psychotic or violent you become more outgoing and able to stand up and be shoulder to shoulder with people, instead having to look down, while they continually try to amok you snap, and bitch you out, and to back bite and enslave you and persecute you,,while feeling the embarrassment of having  to take anti-psychotics, and told you are mental, and hear voices.   Their evil drugs do not support or benefit humans, they turn you to jinns lookalikes and make you possessed by jinns, since they are based on Satanic compounds.   I did not take the meds the nurse, blonde fucking wanker wannabe angel, bastard mental nurse, try to give, but he was willing to remove olanzopine, but they gave three other drugs, but I did not swallow them. And said can I sleep. In the morning, something pathetic fat paki patient walked into the room I was lying on the floor, and again wanted to bitch me out, by offering me a cigeratte, the fag ash addiction of poisons and evil Western dark scientists who show they would be cannibals like they smoke fags. I refused, I was then in hospital, under a section 2, for one month, for refusing meds. I spoke to the doctor and nurses, and they were a little amazed at my ability to be straightforward. I was then taken to a room, where I began destroying with loads of shit all over bathroom, and taking things of the Christmas tree outside the nurses office and taking them to my room, and putting them on the window.  The nurses kept trying to give me drugs, I refused to swallow them, and remained in a functioning and able state, I gave them so much verbal abuse they kept saying 'pack it in'.  Meaning paki, the patients at a different ward, I had the safety match my brother was trying to give me, and I wanted to burn the room, so I kept asking the smokers from another ward to spark the match with their cigarettes, after many attempts it did not work.  So I went to the smoking corner on our ward during yard leave, and asked the fat paki, can I have a cigarette, he gave me one, I did not in hale anything, and put it in my pocket and walked to my room, it burned a hole in my maharishi shirt, I took loads of toilet paper and the curtains and try to create a fire, as it was getting smokey I thought let's open the window. This meant less smoke concentration with all the air now coming into the room, I walked out, just as I walked out and went to the tv room, a nurse saw the smoke and before I it could become a fire, extinguished the smoking toilet paper. I was moved to another room, I was very creative during this time, and began doing odd things, like messing about with Scrabble letters, or sitting on a prayer mat, looking at  black board, and it was during the time I wrote the book 'Polars' which talked of portals, and tried to create a portal, and fly my mat into another dimension, the nurses saw, at my door, on the prayer mat, and thought I was very cute, while I would kept getting told I was not ready, and pointing to my Gravis and maharishi trainers, so I would tie my laces into  my maharishi sno- pants, but I could not get out.   The next day my family were allowed to ask for my section to be removed, which I asked them to do as soon as I got in, but the nurse I would have to wait till the end of holidays. Luckily the Consultant said I could go, now that I was back on my injection, and they were also giving me oral meds to take to make up for all the time I missed my meds.  The oral were evil, whereas the injection by passed my stomach, and just made me hungry for fast food, and was sedating but I could function.  I walked out of the hospital, where they practise ECT, and where I had burned a room, and gave them enough verbal grief and abuse they started to take days off work.  I whistled to the tune of 'Great Escape'.  After that ordeal, I developed a fear of ever coming off meds, and though I'm on a very low dose compared to what their BNP manual states, the fear meant I rather they admit I'm not unwell, but they keep professing evil lies and continual oppression and wicked evil hatred of humans.  By 2012, my CPN retired, he was doing fine, since he had now adopted a baby girl, and therefore the state pays a lot for adoption, and he could retire, and his house was paid off. I moved from Forensics to General, at that time, but I should have been out of Forensics in a year, but they wanted continuity of care, or just time like they 'we'll get there', their evil secularist wannabe lies and innovations and wicked tyranny, but from 2004 till 2012, I was in Forensics, with only  year in hospital, and two informal detentions which led to my spinal injury during leave, where I jumped out of a fifth floor window, and broke my back, when later they found they did not do a risk assessment by a doctor, which the Consultant said should take place, and I had case of negligence against the trust.  In 2012, my wife got a her visa, with a little support from the Mental Health services and my CPN who I had known since 2014, Adrian Hill, who we would talk music production and cameras and photography and football, and some PHD things which I was writing about, he would say 'you are talking like an old man'. I also got a settlement figure in 2012, while my wife got a her visa, and it wasn't much but worked okay, and instead of seeing the case go to court, where all the loyal dogs of white supremacy Masonic one world empire, would make it difficult for me to win, even my barrister they changed who was not keen on the idea of my case.  I got a car, and my got pregnant, but I was on meds, they were twins and we lost them in June 24 at 18 weeks 6 days on 27 Ramadhan, Night of Destiny, I had left my wife all alone for six days while Airedale, and she was vulnerable, which they  did not take into account, and beign faithful and never listening to any gold digger little helper, since being enlighten descendant of Prophet King David, of the Rajj Putt, the anointed Messiah, I never really could say to her she was messing about.  But there you go, after the miscarriage of the twins, we went on holiday to Seychelles and stayed for two weeks, on one occasion I remember a van tried to cut us off, but we went round it, on mountain road, and further on it said on one of the walls 'Jah lives', masha Allah, to observe the good, and stay calm and carry on, and to follow Abraham, he was never an idol worshipper, Abraham was a strict monotheist, and Abraham was an exemplary vanguard in his submission to Allah.   I continued to write, and wrote another six or seven books, and now masha Allah I also have produced now more than 23 albums of music, which were cheap to produce, but really rich in audio, and got to 501 not out, whereas these evil secularist wannabes sell out in seconds, but they can never buy me out, with their evil usurious false money, from porkey secularists devils, because I got the fame and support of being the Messiah son of David, and Solomon, is the servant of Allah, who was granted a kingship never attained by anyone else. While all these sell out, really the royalties belong to the Messiah, but  they pay it to their porkey bastards of Satan, evil Europeans, and all the postal and travel that the sports and footballers should be doing, but never get late, nor miss a turning, nor run out of petrol, and never seen on the road, they owe me for the portal. And all their innovations, they owe it all to A Submitter, Messiah son of David, so who was first? The Messiah son of David, who they spy on, the Complete Testament, the Marvels of Space and Time, The History Written By The Victor. Because when I became a submitter, who accepted Dr.Rashad Khalifa as a messenger of Allah, I prayed to Allah, 'my Lord grant me happiness and not misery in this and the next.'  Masha Allah, Allah answers the prayers, and I have been blessed with so many things, though I didn't think I could ever dialogue with Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Peace                                      
A Submitter 

History Of A Deemed Crazy

King Wuhu (Stage 1)

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12 Qualifications

2.2 With Lions Pride

Pharoans Vipers Or Solomon's Cat Tribe

2.2 From Durham

Do You Sell Your Soul Or Denounce The Devil

Arrogant Want To Anger - Full

Feminine Like Cats

Bubblin' (Full)

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Said And Ask (Vocal Mix)

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