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Old 02-04-2011, 09:20 PM   #161 (permalink)
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Is that the Cloverfield monster, Bob?
Yes. Yes it is.

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I don't think they were really insulting anyone.
I don't know. I saw it as a "I'm famous now, look at all the people that doubted me HAHA" kind of song. I think with lyrics such as "You're such a ****ing loser", "Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness", "I'm Hannibal Lecter/So just in case you're thinking of saving face/You ain't gonna have no face to save/By the time I'm through with this place", they're at least directed to someone they're displeased with.
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Old 02-04-2011, 09:25 PM   #162 (permalink)
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I understand that. I meant that they're not aimed at one person. I would agree that, if aimed at anyone, just doubters in general.
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Old 02-04-2011, 09:32 PM   #163 (permalink)
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That's what I meant, though.

I didn't think it was aimed at just one person, just haters in general.
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Old 02-04-2011, 09:36 PM   #164 (permalink)
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From "Questions Over Coffee". Dose is the man.

question i: (well this one's more of a declaration)
jesus wasn't a carpenter he was a gardener...
sequenced order of split seconds before a pin drops
question ii: "let it be dead butterfly..."
sequenced order of split seconds before a pin drops
question iii: i am the only one like me;
subtitled (therefore symbol)
i am no better for any one for it though...
well seems all three were declarations
it's like i'm retaining water
then i turn around to take another sip of water
and it's like **** my water broke...splash.
war is in the imagination
or that's what the sidewalk chalk won't shut its mouth about
mel and i read with the best saved for last
"dream.love.be."
(sorta spoof on question 2)
well at least that's how i read it aloud
in my head with the punctuation and all
she might not have...
o.k.
here's my problem...
(like there's on and even if there was one,
like he knew what it was)
or at least the basic size and shape of it...
(the short and skinny if you will...)
blah blah blah blah...
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Old 02-04-2011, 10:34 PM   #165 (permalink)
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I have been on a Chamillionaire kick lately and I just love this song

Chamillionaire - Ultimate Victory

I'ma thank you, when and what the album almost through
Thanks, I ain't never had a fan like you
Eazy E, Left Eye and Aaliyah too
Pac, Biggie, Hawk, Fat Pat and DJ Screw
I wanna thank you

(Thanks for opening my eyes and helping me to realize
That tomorrow ain't promised, Gotta live your life to the fullest
What's life if you ain't enjoying it, Know what I'm talking bout?)

My purpose really used to be so unclear
Science fiction with the swagger, it's so unreal
So fly that my nickname should be up here
Looking up is the only time when I appear
I'm a spartan, go ahead and throw your spear
Slap failure in the face and still show no fear
They say no show but I show like chea
The Champ's here, let the whole crowd know my cheer (Victory!)
The media, they write about you in the mags
Spread rumors about your life and break you is the task
I know one of my three publicists will ruin my chance
To let me let you know that I don't like you in advance
But I thank you and I extend their thanks too
To everybody saying stuff you know ain't true
You need to go and find god like Mase too
But just stay there with him and try and stay you
Getting away is important
I can pull a couple strings like a guitar hand
Better yet, bring out the whole guitar band
Grab grain, you can swang somewhere like Tarzan
I swear to y'all, the rap game really making me sick
The record industry's your home then I came to prevent
Put some nonsense out and I bet cha this one will stick
Or put some real music out and I'm probably gonna catch a brick
Brick on top of brick, we'll build a house
Tell whoever said that, I'm still filled with doubt
Told me I'm in the right hole and then sealed it out
Told me I'm on the right track and then killed my route
Ouch, you never miss a good thing til it's gone
Yeah, the flow is so fluid, it's like drinking a song
Don't get the track mister wrong, this ain't even a song
This is a beat that I must release therapy on
Everybody saying that they wanna see me successful
Came into the game but now I'm feeling let's go
Intimate moments never seem to be special
If you jet, then you can bet I'm disappearing like Crisco
Ala Kazaam, I ain't mad at the fans
I ain't mad at the man, they both scattered my brand
Never will understand what really matters to Cham
So matter of fact, the title is just a matter of plan (Victory!)
After revenge, it's the victory right
Well the final run's done and this the victory hype
Now that everybody's present and this victory night
Let me repaint the pic, they wasn't depicting me right
(Now Whatchu mean?) Tell the world that I'm more than just a grill
Show you how to put cha hands on more than a wood wheel
If that's all you hearing, then let me just be for real
Take your contract, the hell with a record deal
Keep thinking I'm gonna lose if you want to
Bet the tenth time, it more like a Yukon groove
That's why I always have to make the move on fools
Back on my feet like I got two gun shoes
Yeah, why you think Em probably going all crazy?
So why you think Britney Spears going bout baby?
Interview me, you think you know it all lady
I'm out of here, yeah but not before y'all pay me
Thank you

(I appreciate it
You know I'm used to power, respect and a million dollar check to do what I wanna do
And right now, I'm fitting to take a vacation
A real vacation though, Haha)
This the outro, I was gonna put it at the beginning
But this is what I say the moment after I'm winning

(Thank you, Ultimate Victory)
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Old 02-07-2011, 01:14 AM   #166 (permalink)
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1:55-2:45

Niggaz thinkin **** sweet, I carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep
Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones, that's irregular
Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, **** my **** on some Mobb ****
We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em
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Old 02-07-2011, 01:31 AM   #167 (permalink)
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2:15-end

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn though
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
You a ****-riding ***got, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz ****
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop ****, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
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Old 02-09-2011, 08:24 PM   #168 (permalink)
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Every night you hear the bullets blast
Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash
across your screen, I'll tell you my biggest pet peeve
You lookin at it thinkin like, "It don't affect me"
You livin large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me"
Rockin them chains, Sojourner Truth is tryin to set free
It don't take a pro-fessor
to see the o-pressor got the whole treasure
Now how many Africans slain for one platinum chain on yo' dresser?
I'm no better just because I think I know better
Tell me who you trust when you're in your new truck
Some of us dyin over a few bucks, killers old enough to ride a school bus
With brothers like these tell me, who needs the Ku Klux?
Women walkin with titties out cause the truth sucks
It's time to breastfeed, knowledge is the best key
We got us pourin liquor out for all the dead G's
Rest? Please, in the grave you gettin less peace.
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Old 02-09-2011, 09:07 PM   #169 (permalink)
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^that was sick
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Old 02-11-2011, 11:19 AM   #170 (permalink)
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My music represent the change of power
From now on this thing is ours
Got em painting walls instead of painting flowers
They show their heroes with praises while we hanging ours
We bring the drums to the battle cause we bang the loudest
You don't know a thing about it
If you mix a King and Malcolm bet you that Kweli the outcome
Album is so hot that my ghetto chicks is bringing talcum
Whether you sing or shout it
They gave somebody else the crown, but I'm a king without it
Your queen is riding with me, she always sliding with me
You can't stop me like them bullets thats inside of 50
They try to diss me but whenever I say bye they miss me,
You walking with me or you alien like Mork & Mindy
You talk with me so often if you take it off the table
When the devil wanna label cause the lord is withe me
Arrogance bring fall of many
My name echo like the hall is empty you don't wanna war against me

Hey if this the cut I'm the surgeon
Assassinate your character cast aspersions
You ain't gotta verse better than my worst one
You ain't gotta verse better than my worst one
Hey, I know I hurt son, but you against me a .50 cal versus squirt gun
You ain't gotta verse better than my worst one
You ain't gotta verse better than my worst one

Why you and your mans some palookas you [?]
You see beyond the shadow of a doubt I'm born ready
Steady as the hand of the shooter
In the flesh yes the embodiment of man versus computer
I make all the women abandon they suitors
Do the math you see you can't measure up to the ruler
On behalf of all the fans and consumers
I'm building with Fred Hampton Jr. man we planning the future
Not preaching we do it different we lifting the youth up
We spitting it to tough too sick for these new thugs
Goons whatever they called they softer than nubuck
Vampires in the club sipping that True Blood
I'm a midnight marauder and a slaughter for the tribe
Immortal I'm busting at the cops like Mordecai
Just so the god'll mortify these clown ass rappers
Stand fortified live and you know it

[Sean Price:]
Sean Price mad nice accept that
My worst verse sound like your best rap
Put down your bet pack I pay double on trips
I punch you up in your face and double your lips
This be the dumbest **** I ever wrote
No Tupac Shakur just two shots you floor listen
The gun clapper the dumb rapper the young rapper
Dig in your pockets and leave with your funds faster
**** it new rap rookies
Get beat to death New Jack Pookie
Face ****ed with the 8 stuck in your grill
Play tough and get straped up in the 'Ville
Afro American minus the afro
Bald headed American letting the gat blow
Shut the **** up before you get hurt son
You ain't got a verse better than my worst one

I love this song, Talib Kweli ft. Sean Price - Palookas
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