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"Straight Up Nigga" by Ice-T
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CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
Earl Sweatshirt seems like a down-to-earth guy. Sonos speakers sponsored a video tour of his bachelor pad in Hollywood. I saw this on CurbedLA. I love that he hates Hollywood.
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-This video is A+, all the way. Awesome lyrics.
"What U See Is What U Get" by Xzibit
"What U See Is What U Get" by Xzibit
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"Mind Playing Tricks on Me" by The Geto Boys
"Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
every Sunday morning I'm in service
praying for forgiveness
and trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is looking at me
but yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive
having fatal thoughts of suicide
bang and get it over with
and then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
and if I died then my child will be a bastard"
verse one- Scarface
verse two- Willie D
verse three- Scarface
verse four- Bushwick Bill
-a masterpiece.
"Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
every Sunday morning I'm in service
praying for forgiveness
and trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is looking at me
but yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive
having fatal thoughts of suicide
bang and get it over with
and then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
and if I died then my child will be a bastard"
verse one- Scarface
verse two- Willie D
verse three- Scarface
verse four- Bushwick Bill
-a masterpiece.
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"I Seen A Man Die" by Scarface
-another masterpiece.
-another masterpiece.
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-The cool music starts playing at 1:08.
"Don't Turn Around" by Ghettosocks and Edgar Allen Floe
verse one- Ghettosocks
verse two- Edgar Allen Floe
verse three- Ghettosocks
-Ghettosocks is one of the best!
"Don't Turn Around" by Ghettosocks and Edgar Allen Floe
verse one- Ghettosocks
verse two- Edgar Allen Floe
verse three- Ghettosocks
-Ghettosocks is one of the best!
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-A deep cut from Jesse Jaymes' frat-rap classic, "Thirty Footer in Your Face."
"I'm a real witty speaker
I never rock weaker
I got more soul than a Reebok sneaker"
Jesse Jaymes is "Poison Ivory"
"I'm a real witty speaker
I never rock weaker
I got more soul than a Reebok sneaker"
Jesse Jaymes is "Poison Ivory"
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"Dumb Girl" by Run-DMC
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"It Gets No Rougher" by L.L. Cool J
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"Gold Cobra" by Limp Bizkit
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"My Dick" by Mickey Avalon, Andre Legacy, and Dirt Nasty
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jedi mind tricks - uncommon valor
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GX04USVRowQ
the words (some one the best):
"(richard nixon intro psa)I have spoken to you from this office
Where so many decisions have been made that shaped the history of this nation
I have always tried to do what was best
(Duck...and cover!)
vs 1. I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil
They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother always said, the President he doesn't care
He's trying to leave the footprints of America there
They say we trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we could win
Against the Vietcong guerrillas there in Gia Định
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and it ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of motherf***ing fight in me
It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spent my days dodging all these booby-traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder
In a foxhole with nine months left here
Jungle like the f***ing harbinger of death here
[Interlude]
[Vinnie Paz]
I don't wanna be here. I'm scared, I just wanna go home
[R.A. The Rugged Man]
You f***ing kidding me?! Don't be a pussy, don't you love your country? I like being here, I'm ready
[Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man]
True story
Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant
Marksman, skilled in killing, illing, I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant
Raping and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers
U.S. Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war
This is just a military conflict
Soothing drug abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozing, all this shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hair-trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it
Pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is spraying, it's heating up a hundred degrees
The enemies the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we bout to hit some trees
Tail rotor broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above
It's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying
I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood
I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life
I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange
Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness
Name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live
But I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give"
i love how its told from three different opposing perspectives one scared one going jungle mad and one reflective. better than immortal tech even
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GX04USVRowQ
the words (some one the best):
"(richard nixon intro psa)I have spoken to you from this office
Where so many decisions have been made that shaped the history of this nation
I have always tried to do what was best
(Duck...and cover!)
vs 1. I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil
They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother always said, the President he doesn't care
He's trying to leave the footprints of America there
They say we trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we could win
Against the Vietcong guerrillas there in Gia Định
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and it ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of motherf***ing fight in me
It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spent my days dodging all these booby-traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder
In a foxhole with nine months left here
Jungle like the f***ing harbinger of death here
[Interlude]
[Vinnie Paz]
I don't wanna be here. I'm scared, I just wanna go home
[R.A. The Rugged Man]
You f***ing kidding me?! Don't be a pussy, don't you love your country? I like being here, I'm ready
[Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man]
True story
Call me Thorburn, John A., staff sergeant
Marksman, skilled in killing, illing, I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant
Raping and pillage a village
Illegitimate killers
U.S. Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war
This is just a military conflict
Soothing drug abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozing, all this shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being
Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit
Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss
Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hair-trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it
Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it
Pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we bout to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines
Bullets is spraying, it's heating up a hundred degrees
The enemies the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we bout to hit some trees
Tail rotor broke, crash land
American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas, they wanna harm us
They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above
It's raining, I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying
I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood
I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life
I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must've died then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange
Two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness
Name it, they had it
My son died, he ain't live
But I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give"
i love how its told from three different opposing perspectives one scared one going jungle mad and one reflective. better than immortal tech even
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Justin Playfair
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-At the end of the video Scarface speaks the truth, about the people who run today's mainstream hip-hop record labels, and the conspiracy that they orchestrate against the blacks and hip-hop. (From 2:14 to 2:41.) He's one hundred percent correct and I completely feel his outrage. Most of today's mainstream hip-hop record labels are nothing but corrupt, morally bankrupt, illuminati allied, pieces of crap. f*** 'em all.
"No Problem" by Scarface
"No Problem" by Scarface
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"Da Rockwilder" by Method Man & Redman
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"Paper" by Freddie Gibbs
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Eric B. & Rakim with "No Competition"
-Rakim's vocals are scorching hot.
-Rakim's vocals are scorching hot.
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"Scottie Pippen" by Curren$y and Freddie Gibbs
-I love Curren$y's (pictured in the above video) songwriting, but am lukewarm about his rapping. I love Freddie Gibbs rapping. He's a throwback to the true greats of days gone by. He's fantastic. At 1:37 he begins to light it up.
Freddie Gibbs, in Russia.
Chicago Bulls legend, Scottie Pippen (the namesake of this song.)
-I love Curren$y's (pictured in the above video) songwriting, but am lukewarm about his rapping. I love Freddie Gibbs rapping. He's a throwback to the true greats of days gone by. He's fantastic. At 1:37 he begins to light it up.
Freddie Gibbs, in Russia.
Chicago Bulls legend, Scottie Pippen (the namesake of this song.)
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" Yo, watch Count Sockula descend from the throne
and wriggle into light when I send you this poem"
"Out For Treats" by Ghettosocks
-'Socks & JoRun Bombay are in the zone on this one. Damn, that model is in the zone too.
-This is the second time I've posted this Cool song in this thread.
and wriggle into light when I send you this poem"
"Out For Treats" by Ghettosocks
-'Socks & JoRun Bombay are in the zone on this one. Damn, that model is in the zone too.
-This is the second time I've posted this Cool song in this thread.
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