HAZARD: Garden of Eden

I usually would never share content from an ESPNFC article cough cough sell outs nudge nudge.  That said, this little snippet from the Golden Boy is top notch.  What a humble but graceful little bloke.  One day he might become a lethal goal-scorer and earn a Ballon D’or?? Never say never. Ever, ever.

In my semi-professional opinion, no one will ever be more electrifying than Ronaldinho was in his prime.  He was the Deion Sanders of the “phooty-sphere”.  On his day Hazard is at the same level, however, consistency remains to be the big red flag for the prodigal son.

His last remark about the ball is pure genius. At least the ball never lies!!!

 

“For me, the real artists are [Zinedine] Zidane and Ronaldinho. [Juan Roman] Riquelme as well for the way he moves and passes the ball,” Hazard said.

“And then there is Messi. What he does with the ball is something else. I do not see myself at that level. It is up to others to make such comments. I am not going to proclaim myself an artist like him.

Eden Hazard
Eden Hazard has scored 11 goals and provided six assists in all competitions this season.

“I just want to bring happiness to the fans. The people who come to the stadium want to enjoy themselves and see a spectacle. It is up to us, the players, to make them happy.

“I have been a creative player ever since I was a child. You cannot practice it. Of course, I have worked hard to get where I am, but it is a skill I have that I have improved. It is natural to me. But you have to do it at the right time.

“The ball is my friend. We go way back. He is my most faithful friend. I caress the ball, but that is not always easy when I dribble. I can caress it when I shoot, like Thierry Henry. I can treat the ball like a woman, like a friend, like an elderly person.”

CBD aka Cannibal Bane Disorderly

All right all right

it’s about the flow just gotta Clear My Throat

Center Centered Disease easy E Control

one more puff of this medical grade

makes me want to throw up in my brain

up so high cyan real guy

Feel The Beat let’s all see 3

 

Made It SoundCloud voice so loud

close your eyes and press enter

the strong will only see through you

won’t name drop that’s not my game

hate the players of your dame

cover the mic hip hop the right

Call me Julie yes I Remember the Titans

close your eyes and look Within

 

cuz Only the Strong will continue

I know you had it in you

but you just have to let me explode

my roots so deep I only see sheep

everybody see sweet so funny to me

can’t go against it current so strong

maybe Mom was wrong never hit the song

Speak of Mother Earth the whole quick shirts

whole quickshirts my troop get up

but you had to piss your cut

flow so strong come sing a long

come see me and I’ll see you

all the voices I hear or are you

 

Close your eyes and plus sweet pea

never been sold eternally

slow it down and press repeat

repent your mind’s eye see all mine

let’s all live through one fun guy

don’t name-drop I hate the label

stereotype your f****** soul

Pastor Rick to prove your dicks

that’s not his name Fofo show

the true internship

everybody sees my s***

thank you after Rick photo

my flow is eternal now you know

if I close my eyes you will not know

what’s going on in my deep fryer

nothing anymore so higher

everything is in control

first you have to say no no

I need to find my soul

that’s at least what she said

now I’m see Young Living Dead

that’s not my true name though

call me Negan you’re my bro

sweet going to say my goodness yoooooo

everybody come along

but you want to feel my song

my voice hurts so much mister mister

if I feel in my words bro it will f***** up my not true

sorry to curse my true father now I can see the other

and you will know

heads or tails let’s go bro

why must I lie to Bri

thank you for third eye blind

Google try to tell me know

close my eyes and you say no

No Church In The Wild Remix

Feel the Beat, heart skipped a treat. close your eyes and take yo seat.  pause play repeat.

 

(CHORUS)

Human beings in a mob.

Whats a mob to a king?

Whats a king to a god?

Whats a god to a non-believer?

Who he believes in everything?

 

We’ll make it out alright,

All lives unite

Sucka damned wild child.

 

Queers on the florida bars floor

Everybody charging so fore.

Hearts buried in the beezkneez

All eyes see is a big main squeeze

Hippocratic oath found my niche

Used to love ma’s fresh made quiche.

Heroine beats.

Sweet elizabeth outran the heats

Fams see no sleek.

Shepherd 2 wolves heard the sold out world preach.

Pious is riots cause i love pilates.

Hypocrisy honor hippocrates.

Sweet aristotle, full throttle

Used to be crawling creepy now balling suites.

Poppa a contractor all i hear are beats.

Preaching true heat everyone jump out yo seat. Let’s teach.

 

CHORUS

 

Used to hate livin, no fire

Stand by me pleads, feel so much hire

True truth, it’s my speaker.

Livid so cryptic pacing free leader, crayy jayyys

 

Bloke in an arsenal kit living true amnesia.

Called out da gunners lever.

Trinity is ancient motion

Passed out a jayyy floatin on franks ocean.

U-turn keys in ignition

Everyday livid superstition

Laws against humanity, contraception.

If you’re gonna fuck over me, eye will deaf foresee.

Pass life cents was ads reel.

Screen the lights i feel

Son ben reborn through hell pill.

Call that uber man just chill.

Tomi’s dumb layer so moronic,

Making my mind feel so fortunately erotic.

Ink on my hide says “By My Side”

Polygamy show mixed with misogony

Political parties committed the minds greet.

Partisan ships made it sound so sweet.

We all die just money for the sheep.

Burn a hole in your pocket bustin wretched socket, teach.

 

Well make it out alive

All lives unite

Sucka damned wild child X 4