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02-04-2011, 09:20 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2011
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02-04-2011, 09:36 PM
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Killed Laura Palmer
Join Date: Sep 2010
Location: Ashland, KY
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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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02-04-2011, 10:34 PM
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A.B.N.
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: NY baby
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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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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes. Quote:
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02-07-2011, 01:14 AM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Jan 2011
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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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02-07-2011, 01:31 AM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Jan 2011
Posts: 1,848
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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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02-09-2011, 08:24 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2005
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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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02-11-2011, 11:19 AM
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A.B.N.
Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: NY baby
Posts: 11,451
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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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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes. Quote:
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