diff --git a/modules/WillieTimer/cog.py b/modules/WillieTimer/cog.py index 5e62251..efc19b3 100644 --- a/modules/WillieTimer/cog.py +++ b/modules/WillieTimer/cog.py @@ -17,7 +17,8 @@ class WillieTimer(commands.Cog): self.channel = self.bot.get_channel(id=self.channel_id) self.guild = self.channel.guild self.lock = False - self.current_phrase = None + self.current_420_phrase = None + self.current_warm_up_phrase = None self.caller_name = None #self.PG = PhraseGenerator() @@ -127,9 +128,10 @@ class WillieTimer(commands.Cog): selected_phrase = choice(phrases) if selected_phrase is not None: - if selected_phrase != self.current_phrase: - self.current_phrase = selected_phrase - return selected_phrase.replace('\n', '') + if selected_phrase != self.current_420_phrase: + selected_phrase = selected_phrase.replace('\n', '') + self.current_420_phrase = selected_phrase + return selected_phrase else: selected_phrase = None continue @@ -138,14 +140,15 @@ class WillieTimer(commands.Cog): selected_phrase = None while not selected_phrase: #selected_phrase = self.PG.pg_generate() - with open('./modules/WillieTimer/Phrases.txt', 'r') as phrase_file: + with open('./modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt', 'r') as phrase_file: phrases = phrase_file.readlines() selected_phrase = choice(phrases) if selected_phrase is not None: - if selected_phrase != self.current_phrase: - self.current_phrase = selected_phrase - return selected_phrase.replace('\n', '') + if selected_phrase != self.current_warm_up_phrase: + selected_phrase = selected_phrase.replace('\n', '') + self.current_warm_up_phrase = selected_phrase + return selected_phrase else: selected_phrase = None continue diff --git a/modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt b/modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee40047 --- /dev/null +++ b/modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt @@ -0,0 +1,433 @@ +Now I was at a club on a late late Sunday +Peeping at the bitches 'till the next day Monday +Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good +And suddenly I saw this bitch that lives in my neighborhood +She went to church every week so now I lucked up +She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up +Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignoring +And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda boring +Yo, but now I got to dawn, see +Now she's dancing on the floor with a skirt and no panties on +Shaking that ass like a salt shaker +I already got my plans - +Just while I'm a take her to a room +But yo I mean a rest room +And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom +So I grabbed her hand and she's wit(h) it +So when she turns sober, she'll never admit it +So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick +And see for myself if she sucks a good dick! +It's the world's biggest dick +Don't matter just don't bite it +It's the world's biggest dick +Don't matter just don't bite it +"What do you want me to do with it?" +Don't matter just don't bite it +She swallowed it (yeah) +They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do +You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you +Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you +Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither +Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it +Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers +Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us +Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that +Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward +King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in +King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it +Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it +King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing +King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing +King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" +And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King4 +What up? +Escobar season begins +Repent your sins +Nine-Six +Trackmasters +Check it +Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly +Pretty thug show no love its like when doves cry +Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land +Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin +Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul +Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron +At the airport the Mobb picked me up in a truck +Jewelry chunky like fuck never scared to get stuck +So whats the deal Papi? +Heard the feds could of knocked me +Had the cuban posse all up in my room and lobby +Negotiating, my name holds weight, we motivatin' +Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan +The Firm waitin', to get ajourned cause we facing +Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it +The white numbin ya toungue +I bought it from Dominicans +A suitcase of benjamins swung tight in his fingers +Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights, grab the white +Murder everything in site, and jet in the Bimmers +Now im home with the phone screaner +Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner +Checkin my mail reading my supoena +To the witness standing, I got remanded +Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it +Gotta fight my case from the inside +Niggas telling, I felt it coming when my pockets started swelling +But thats the game for ya +Hid a stash to ya lawyers +Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya' +Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut +Million dollar bail what? +Z put up the house and I was out +Word the Fuck Up +Time to get the shit on son +Tryna trap a nigga +Incarcerate me yo' +Check it tho, yo, yo +Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die +(cross my heart hope to die) +Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die +Praise the Lord, ive been scarred with hot water +Days are shorter, next court dates around the corner +Money ain't the same, shit is outta order +Since the days of Rich Porter +Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid +Now I run up in cribs, body shit, but no women no kids +In the Bridge where the murderers live +I used to make a quarter million monthly +I was ill until they sunk me +Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots +Bought a passport off a junkie +The Firm helped me flee out the country +Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land +Chilling with my man Jungle +The commissioner Stout +Killa B, what it is nigga firm biz4 +Verse 1: +You only get 1 shot to make a first impression. There ain't no such thing as second chances in this game. It only takes 1 man to knock you out the box. It only takes 1 woman to drive you insane. It only took 1 sniff now look Im addicted. It took 1 bad decision. Now my whole life is shifted. It only took 1 shot to kill my best friend. It only took 1 Glock for me to get revenge. It only takes 1 pill just to ease the pain. It only takes 1 bullet to end everything. Right here and right now. ‘cause of sick of all of it. The 1 times. The jakes and the fakes. Sick of all of them. To many haters hating 1 man. Wish that I could burry all of them. Under 1 grave. Without even 1 chance of being found. Yo it takes 1 strike. 2 strikes. 3. And you’re out of here. Getting 25 to life. Without a chance to get out of there. 12 jurors. 1 judge. 1 cell. No love. 1 +You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha +You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. Better get it right.A ha...A ha +It only takes 1 beat for me to fxxx it up. It only takes 1 verse for you to give it up. It only takes 1 mic for me to reck shit. It only takes 1 time for you to know the time. It only takes 1 listen for you to feel the man. It only takes 1 DJ to make a band. It only takes 1 convo to understand. It only takes 1 snitch to go and take the stand. It only takes 1 blunt to make the pain go. It only takes 1 lie to know she gotta go. It only took 1 look to know that she’s a hoe. It only took 1 no from you for her to go. She asked you to marry her. And you passed it up. You had your opportunity +You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha +You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. A ha...A ha +Hit-Boy +Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good groove, pour me up (Ice) +The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life) +Ackee, rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm) +Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish) +Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard +Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers +Premier movies with my man De Niro +And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures +Black-grown, black-owned +Black women is the backbone (Love) +Latin food in the back room +Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon +Followin' the cash rules +Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts) +Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal) +Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke) +Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs +Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino) +Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino) +All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?) +What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East? +What they say about us? (What they say about us?) +Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts) +Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal) +Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke) +Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs9 +Yeah, hahaha +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +Nas +Yo, explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers +Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap +As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube +Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube +Was a long time ago, John Boy Ice +Geronimo po-lice jumpin' out Chryslers, e-z wider paper +Pops puffin' his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla +Outside was psychos, killers +Saw Divine, Goon, and Chongo, Lil' Turkey +R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin' front of Ms. Vercey +Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters +My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean +I knew all that I'd seen had meant somethin' +Learned early to fear none, little Nas was huntin' +Livin' carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily +Y'all actin' like some old folks, y'all don't hear me +Yo, I'm in my second childhood +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas +Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge +Make everything right, get yours, nigga +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas +Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge +Make everything right, get yours +Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his mom's crib +Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid +Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew +They break his mom's furniture, watchin' Comicview +Got babies by different ladies, high, smokin' L's +In the same spot he stood since '85, well +When his stash slow, he be crazy +Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday +Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared +They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds +So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years +Sittin' on different benches like it's musical chairs +All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night +With young dudes, it's them he wanna be like +It's sad but it's fun to him, right? He never grew up +31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas +Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge +Make everything right, get yours, nigga +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas +Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge +Make everything right, get yours +Baby girl, she's always talkin', name droppin', hangin' late +Drinkin', smokin', hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin' +E poppin', ecstasy takin', won't finish her education +Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations +Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi, Chanel +With nothin' in her bank account frontin' she do well +Her kid suffers, he don't get that love he deserve +He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse +No job, never stay workin', mad purty +Shorty, they call her the brain surgeon +Time flyin', she the same person +Never matures, all her friends married, doin' well +She's in the streets yakkety yakkin' like she was twelve +Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights +Selfish in her own right for life +Guess she's in her second childhood +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas +Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge +Make everything right, get yours, nigga +When I flow for the street, who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas +Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge +Make everything right, get yours +Who else could it be? +N-A-S, Nas18 +Mmm (Hit-Boy) +OG talk, project halls +40 Side where a nigga seen it all (For real, for real) +I can send niggas a slide, I'd rather show them the ropes +Integrity matters the most, I gave the hood hope +Damn, I gave the hood classics +Something to open your mind, instead of going out crashin' +How was you real when you hate the real? +My nigga, I'm simply askin' +Can't just talk about the plan, you gotta put it in action +Ain't no pity party for yourself +You gotta get up, rise for your wealth +Can't spend all that time in your feelings +Tryna sympathize with yourself (For real, for real) +Don't nobody owe you, ain't nobody holding you back (Woo) +You stuck in illusions, attached to something that ain’t even that +South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach +Unless you are after somethin' most men just can’t see +Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak (For real, for real) +We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key +OG talk +A lot of things go down like incarceration +You know, crime, drugs, violence +Outta alla' this you gotta look for the positive +OG talk! +OG Talk (OG talk) project halls (Project halls) +40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all, for real, for real) +I can send niggas a slide (Slide) I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes) +Integrity matters the most (Most) I gave the hood hope (Hope) +Damn, niggas really got it jumpin' +They finally gave Nas a Grammy, just front me the gold +That wasn’t the goal +First clip was a warning shot, nigga, we spinnin' back up the road +Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls +Empty this bitch and reload (For real, for real) +Fake thug, no love +You get the slug, CB4 Gusto +Your luck low +I didn't know til I was drunk though +You freak cats get played out +Get robbed and laid out +Prostitute turned snitch +I got the gauge out +96 ways I made out, Montana way +The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray +Dipped attache, jumped out the Range +Empty out the ashtray +A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay +Red dot plots, thirty-two shots +Ya'll niggas don't want none of this +Say a prayer for "Do we have to?" +You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor +In love with a slave master +Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper +Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper +Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter +Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what +Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter +Deacon for defense, progress-producer +Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster +Gotta do what we gotta do +We ain't got no governors coming through to help +Anything we need done, gotta do for self +New, improved JFK on the way +It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again +We ain't falling for the same traps +Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at +McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that +People need honesty +("Although it seems heaven-sent +We ain't ready, to have a black president") +("Although it seems heaven-sent +We ain't ready, to have a black president") +Yes we can, change the world +{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say +("Although it seems heaven-sent +We ain't ready, to have a black president") +("Although it seems heaven-sent +We ain't ready, to have a black president") +Yes we can, change the world +The world, the world, the WORLD... +It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce +The next President of the United States - Barack Obama +{*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}10 +I know you can feel the magic, baby +Turn the motherfuckin' lights down +Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?) +I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha) +Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh +Turn the music up in the headphones +Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right) +Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!) +Make niggas mad and shit like +Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in! +Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka +Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere +I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in +Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) +Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then" +Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?) +Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend +We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end? +Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things +Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang +Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain +We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game +Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring +Should blame, the game, and I could +It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? +And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing +So the pressure for success can put a good strain +On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring +Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane +Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same +When you put in the game at age sixteen +Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing +Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings +It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching +The root of evil strikes again, this could sting +Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point +This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely +I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in +Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) +Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" +I feel like a black militant takin' over the government +Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah) +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him +Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" +I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh) +Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh) +Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s +Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies +Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies +Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh) +Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time +Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs +I'm standing on the roof of my building +I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it +Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire +Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire +Could it be the forces of darkness +Against hood angels of good, that form street politics? +Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh) +To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word +I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in +Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) +Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then" +I feel like a black militant takin' over the government +Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them +Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him +Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"16 +Uhh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? +All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? +And you believe when they be telling you lie, all on the media? +They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? +Why you listen when the teachers at school +Know you a young single parent out struggling, they think you a fool +Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes +Killing shorty future, I wonder how do we last it? +Underground in they casket, ancestors turning +I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus +Words like God is Greek or Latin +So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters +My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing +Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen +What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes +Not enough banks, to give my brother a loan +What do we own? The skin on our backs, we rent and we ask +For reparations, then they hit us with tax +And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? +So stop being controlled, we black zombies +Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) +We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) +Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) +We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) +Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fucked behind bars +We've already gone insane +We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs +Stab our own backs and dream too much +Without fulfilling reality; too greedy and +Can't have one or two chains, we need three of them +Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em +On our own people and, fuck black leaders +'Cause whites ain't got none leading them, the rhythm is cosmic +Nas is divinity, the deity's prophet +Let's all get down and get up +Victims walking 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck +Fainting, shouting, catching Holy Ghost in church +Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doing it first +We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated +Just to make another generation - black zombies +Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) +We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) +Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) +We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) +You scared to be yourself, 'cause you in a trance +Feel free, hear the music and dance +If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you +Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews +Or from Israel, Bismillah al rahman al rahim +Islam's a beautiful thing +And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring +Peace against the darkness, which is ungodly +So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow? +Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow +{*roaring*} .. That's the sound of the beast +I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid +Control your own destiny, you are a genius +Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie +Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) +We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) +Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies) +We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies) \ No newline at end of file