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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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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... |
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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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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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 |
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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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 |
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my **** Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner you don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher so misunderstood, but what's a World without enigma? two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her life is the bitch, and death is her sister sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin' family picture you know father time, we all know mother nature it's all in the family, but I am of no relation no matter who's buying, I'm a celebration black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation f-ck that ****, my money up, you n-ggas just like Honey Nut Young Money running **** and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don't feel I've done enough, so I'ma keep on doing this **** Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [Lil Wayne Verse 2] I'm going back in okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self defense swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end talking to myself because I am my own consultant married to the money, f-ck the world, that's adultery you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off real n-gga all day and tomorrow but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights the fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do if these n-ggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on but most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on satisfied with nothing, you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna people say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate yeah, with a swag you would kill for money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell |
Joe Budden - Whatever it Takes:
I guess depression just stepped in, an' took-over **** like it's known ta' do. Guess it said, "Hey Joe, I'm goin' home wit'chu Turn your phone off, I needa' be alone wit'chu I needa' be in the zone wit'chu 'Cause I'm the only thing you prone to, nigga Look, I own you, nigga!! Been wit'chu since 10, but'chu startin' to confuse me 'Cause it's been so long, an' you still try'na lose me. Like, how could you show me such cruelty? When everybody turns their back on you, Joe it's you an' me. Joe, you don't want me to see you right? Then why you always come get me, how we re-unite? Tell me! I know you feel for me deep in your heart; Doctors, meetings, pills couldn't keep us apart. But, now you got a deal an' you wanna get rid of me But.. we're roommates, I'm in your head, Joe you live with me." So I don't write for the fans, naw', I write to my man In hopes that he'll just leave an' understand. Like, like... please leave the kid in peace! Let me smoke this one cig. in peace Just leave for a second, man it's been too long, an' I can't troop it As long as you around, I can't make that "dance music". |
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Lesbian, transgendered life I'm on the right track Baby I was born to survive! |
Fo definitelies.
"I see no changes all I see is racist faces misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under, I wonder what it takes to make this one better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight And only time we chill is when we kill each other it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid," Well hey, well that's the way it is" |
Childish Gambino - Freaks and Geeks
Alright, Gambino is the mastermind, Fuck a bitch to the pass the time, Mass appeal, Orane rind, Smoke your green, I'm spending mine, The beat is witches brew, But beware this shit is potent, E.E. cumming on her face, Now it's poetry in motion, Yeah Gambino make it work, I'm the boss, move somethin', Yeah, this cool fucking suits me, The swag, two button, These girls be actin' crazy when they're dancin', Black Swan, I ain't fuckin' at the club, Put your clothes back on, This beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track, Rappers wanna battle me, I have to mail their heads back, And my clique make that dinero so it's time to meet the Fockers, I am running this bitch, You are just a dog walker, Yeah you fuckin' with the baddest, Like we tag team Rihanna, Fly girl on her knees, She don't wanna come near me, Yeah, my dick is too big, There's a big bang theory Got her picture in my iphone, What d'yall think? While you niggas masturbate I'm in that Ariel Pink, If I am just a rapper, man, you coulda fooled me, I'm the shit, When these dudes talk, they talkin' bull me. [Verse 2] Alright, I'm down with the black girls of every single culture, Fillipino, Armenian girls on my sofa, Yeah I like the white girls, Sometimes we get together, Need a thick chick, though, so it's black and yellow, black and yellow, Love is a trip, But fuckin' is a sport, Are there Asian girls here? Minority report, Put your team on the map, Blake Griffin on the court, Niggas bitin' off my tracks, Need a knife and a fork, We the illest, Need a nurse, Here's the check, Grab your purse, Unless we fuckin', then I'll pay for all the food on the earth, maaaaaan, I got some pussy that was insane, So insane it's an enemy of Batman, Niggas call me faggot cause they closeted, I'm hot as shit, Comin' out the backside of a rocket ship, It's monster shit, You dudes are the opposite of lochnesses, Respond to this, We can squash the beef right now like sausages, Chillin' with my n-words, Say it like a white kid, Yes, your booty's big as hers, Say that to my white bitch, So she don't get embarrassed, My dick is made of carrots, Bunnies wanting to be fed and I meant honeys, oh forget it, I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer, In the back of a bush like Gavin Rossdale's drummer, Yeah my stinger's in her flower, I hope she'll let me pollinate, Working hard as shit, Yeah, this beat is made from concentrate, Nigga can't you tell that my sample of Adele, Was so hot I got these hood niggas blowin' up my cell, Swag out the ass, I'm the man, Fuck Chico, Took the G out yo waffle, All you got left is your ego, Think about it for a second, Man, we eatin', where's your breakfast? Man, you hungry, have this sandwich, Got my wallet, Cheese and lettuce, An elephant never forgets, So my dick remembers everything, Green inside your wallet is that pussy open sesame, Running the game, Fuck am I sayin'? Runnin' the earth, Give me a month, Told ya'll niggas I'm in it to win it, Cause having an Emmy just wasn't enough, Get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey mean, My clique should be cancelled--freaks and geeks. |
Eminem has it
I think Eminem has great song lyrics. You can random pick one of his songs and you'll hear that magic flow and well fitted lyrics.
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Senim Silla: The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence Or civil men or penatence, just Ignorance cast on the right from wrong They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song What that tell you they on? A sucka act up every minute The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite onebelo: I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack You ain't big time, my man You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic What makes you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object What you say is bullcrap If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew Would you still pull gats? You need to stop frontin' Or you're headed for self destruction |
Wow. ok i need to download some binary star/one be lo. i need all of it, this is like the first thing on MB i've heard where i was like.... holy shit this is awesome. where to start with these guys? whats the best stuff?
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This is probably my all time favourite hip-hop song, possibly even all time favourite song ever. One Be Lo's verse (first one) is off the chain.
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I roll with the fo' sho' logo, the open eye. Dilated.
Kinda wish Ev would stop doing solo stuff, it's been forking ages since a dilated release. |
"End Of The Line" by The Honeyz
I deserve some damn respect Nothing more and nothing less |
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Really started looking at this song and realized how well written it is. Poetry.
Sister sits on the steps Cigarette rests on fingertips Takes a sip of slow death deftly through her lips, She blows a kiss Which I can only resist in vain She got the gift of gravity pulling to ask her name She says Sagaba What's it mean she says in Ilocano it translates into suffering I'm pondering the irony to conjure up the fearlessness to find a conversation She offers me a square, I decline the invitation It reminds me of the days when I would chain smoke Broken with no hope Like broken like the manner she spoke We both Two people seeking Solace and remembrance And wondering if miracles were meant for us But intent was just an innocent thought between a sister and a brother Who been building in the guidance of a mother And the storyteller stops Waiting for the beat to drop Gathering his thoughts in the wind, breathing in like... Now I couldn't stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away And tell me her tomorrow will never become today I say I used to know a woman just like you, Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle She replied That just because I knew a woman well it doesn't mean I know them all She begins to bade farewell Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else And only in our loneliness can home become a hell Exhale The cloud in the loudest form of silence Watches as it rises like suns over horizons The storyteller stops Waiting for the beat to drop Gathering his thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like... Dreams be the ashes Burns and thrashing in the wind Flying out the burning bush attached to sister's hand Who whispers "word" Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer As she figures out the riddle to the song Saying why must we suffer now and not suffer later if later Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred And hatred Is the cancer born out of love's absence And the absence is the void left from missing every chance to Challenge our fates and perhaps our very names Sister says peace and prayers for rain and change Tosses out her lighter Walks out of the cipher For shizzle it starts to drizzle and then I begin to write this Inhale the imagery a queen walking steadily Effortlessly Ready to be Every woman and now the Story teller ends Waiting for the beat to fade Gathering his thought near the edge of the day like... |
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Geo is a great lyricist.
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Yeah for sure, he is really good. What do you think of Ra Scion? Out of the two groups I prefer Blue Scholars too Common Market, but both are awesome. |
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but Common Market are still good. Do you know the date Cinematropolis drops? |
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As for Cinemetropolis- set for June, but you can get it early... Independently released, all the info is here: Project | Blue Scholars |
Rhymes Like Dimes - MF DooM
Everything this man says knocks me back.... This rhyme flow take practice like Tae Bo With Billy Blanks "Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks." To the gone and lost forever like "O My Darling Clementine" He hold his heart when he tellin' rhymes When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven He's nasty like the old time Old Number Seven You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola Make you wish they coulda erased out the Motorola I told her - no credit for it back If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck And still keep your attitude on self-destruct |
Thanks for the information on Cinemetropolis! I want to pledge $25, but I'm just waiting for a reply to one of the comments on the project asking if they will ship to Europe.
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"Walang Natira" by Gloc 9
Napakaraming guro dito sa amin, ngunit bakit tila walang natira? Napakaraming nurse dito sa amin, ngunit bakit tila walang natira? Nag-aabroad sila... translation: There's so many teachers in our land, why no one is left? There's so many nurses in our land, why no one is left? They're going abroad. (This song talks about Filipino workers who has to work in other countries to earn money since Philippine unemployment is increasing and the only way majority here are able to feed their family is by means of working as nurse/teachers/care givers in other countries. it's a pretty sad song actually about our Nation) |
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