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05-21-2008, 10:44 PM | #11 (permalink) |
The Passenger
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Bucketheadland
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Slow it down some
No split clown bum Your gold hit sound dumb Hold it now!!! Crown 'Em Where you found them at? Got 'em 'round town Could've drowned in it Woulda floated bloated Voted sugar coated Loaded hip shooter Draw for the poor Free coffee at the banks Hit through the straw None more for me, thanks That blanks the raw That dank sure stank lit Sank passed the pit for more prank spit Crank it on blast Roll past front street Blew the whole spot Like some old ass with skunk meat These kids is too fast Juiced off of junk treat Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat? MF Doom - November Has Come
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05-28-2008, 04:45 PM | #13 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: May 2008
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And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me (finger at me).. So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up When you don't give a ****, when you won't just put up With the bull**** they pull, cause they full of **** too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty Havin this happenin (this happenin).. Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire To burn and it's burnin and I have returned Eminem - The Way I Am |
06-24-2008, 10:21 AM | #15 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jun 2008
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I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now |
06-24-2008, 10:58 AM | #16 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: May 2008
Location: Vegas Baby!
Posts: 94
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I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President. I never have dinner with the President. And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant. Now I think you a snitch, Throw a house nigga in a ditch. Half-pint b****, f*****' your homeboys. You little maggot; Eazy E turned f****t. With your manager, fella, F****' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy E'd be hangin' from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on... till that Jheri curl is gone. No Vaseline - Ice Cube's response to NWA's diss after he went solo.
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06-24-2008, 03:46 PM | #17 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2008
Location: Canerrrrduuuh
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Goody goody gumdrops nigga
get your hoodie and your gun c*cked rock it till the drum stops hip hop even if my sh*t flip flop and hit top it wouldn't stop talk sh*t and get socked 2Pac - Peep Game "The fame can't change what the game maintains" |
07-23-2008, 09:25 PM | #18 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Your mum, where she is- that's where I live
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I'm glad to know there is somebody who likes that Del verse as much as I do. Here's mine:
Verse 1: Light As A Feather When I'm Floatin Through Readin Through The Daily News Measuring The Hurt Within The Golden Rule, Centimetres Of Ether I'm Heatin The Speaker Motivational Teacher With Words That Burn People Seeing The Headlines Lined With Discord It's Either Genocide, All The Planet In Uproar Never Good But Rules Of Paradise Are Never Nice The Best Laid Plan Of Mice And Men Are Never Right I'm Just A Vagabond With Flowers For Algernon The Average Joe Who Knows What The **** Is Goin On It's The Hope Of My Thoughts That I Travelled Upon Fly Like An Arrow Of God Until I'm Gone [Chorus:] So I'm Driftin Away Like A Feather In Air Lettin My Words Take Me Away From The Hurt And Despair So I'm Keepin It Vertical Forever Elevator Ridin The Escalator To The Somethin That Is Greater So I'm Driftin Away Like A Feather In Air Lettin My Soul Take Me Away From The Hurt And Despair So I'm Keepin It Vertical Forever Elevator Ridin The Escalator To The Somethin That Is Greater Nujabes ft. Akin from Cise star ( I had to include the chorus just because that part's hot too) |
07-28-2008, 04:43 PM | #20 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: VAN
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"Somebody told me when the bomb hits
everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. oh but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. big-kid-tested, motherfucker approved. " Hymie's Basement (Why?) - "21st Century Pop Song" |
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