Why everyone wanna send me happy new years dumb early? Its not new years for me yet ya'll! I still appreciate the love though. Hope everybody gets what they are looking for and sets some mean goals to achieve. I'm trying to eliminate hate of any and all kinds in 2010.
Simple right? I'm going to get MORE into this IN 2010 lol but for now that's the goal. Paying attention to those clues? hmmmmmmm...
Let me say welcome back Charles Hamilton! I'm going to retract statements made in my blog entitled '*sighs*' real quick. The new music is fire my dude! The 'Normalcy EP' you dropped? BANANAS B (no homo lmao)
Let me take this time out to big up ALL my fav. hip hop artists (Nas, Jay-Z, Eminem, Charles Hamilton, Lupe, Kanye, Slaughterhouse, Blu, 50 Cent, Mos Def, Slum Village, & Elzhi)... They all came with some type of project or just flat out had good music for me to listen to.
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A lot of these dudes had a lot to prove too (to my ears lol) and they did (thankfully) so big ups n*ggas!
Now I have to deal with the one who likes Charles Hamilton not (HATES him more like it.. Kobe too smh) and try to be as happy as can be. Alex where the hell you at? stop playing before I go craaaaazy (lol she's never seen crazy *rolls eyes*) All love baby!
*what I REALLY want and how I REALLY feel*
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... 'If I had it I'd give it only to regenerate it in a minute'... true story (Michelle)
Everybody (if you don't know who you are by now goodluck) I love ya'll!! gone (n peace)!
It's tough when you just NOT getting that good feeling good music (or even music you like) gives you. That's what I'm going through with a lot of my favorite artists, and this song is a good example.
Doesn't really SOUND like a CH track (except for the see & say toy sounds he sampled or are those from that Bop-it thing?)and what he's saying doesn't really impress me (off 1 listen), but hopefully it'll grow on me.
Until then, I'll continue to support my dude hoping he decides to pick up the pace in this rap race. Normalcy out soon I'm goin to evaluate that mixtape like I did Lupe's ya dig? Gone!
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I wasn't playing when I said Lupe was straight bodying this rap sh*t. Here's some proof. Off his latest mixtape 'Enemy of the State: A Love Story' and in order if you don't have this, log on and d/l it now! BTW this post is gonna be long...
[Lupe Fiasco] Check! One, Two… Ahh.. Naw!
[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco] Your attention please, your attention I need it So I can sit you in a position from which I see it Where I’m seated is scenic Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic Which means you somewhere in between it I take it back for you like the Wild Stallions (Wyld Stallyns) of San Dimas I’m in the market for low-mile 360 Modena's And a good organic cleaners My car always a winner Your car’s always pitted We should call it Stanley Steamers Most of my friends in gangs My new nickname is Ghengis Khan But without the ‘Ye, but his last name’s my side I ride with the demeanors (the meanest) I’m armed to the teeth You’re Venus and you’ve never been to the Dinas (dentist) School of Hard Knocks, I dean it I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus I donate to the campus and my name’s on the arenas But you can’t bring it to my court Not even with subpoenas Cause you can’t play my sport But you can still cheer-lead us And you can’t sit there That section’s for the seniors And the sexy senoritas So just move up to the bleachers How you gonna school me when I grew up with your teachers I know that you can't hear me Cause I blew up all the speakers And the power line is hanging Cause I threw up all the sneakers I ate up the imposters And I chewed through all the pizzas I blacked out with a black card And I maxed out all the Visas
[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco] Uhh…Accreditation so prestigious Just walk across my stage Your life will be completed Don’t need financial aid Cause this is just some free shit You been properly prepared Throw your hats up in the air I’m red hot, Chilly, (Red Hot Chili) I’m Anthony Kiedis My spirit smells teenage And Chi-town’s feelin' excellent We hit them with the President See we set the precedent I don’t feel I’m best I just feel I’m better than…
[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead] Everyone… Everyone Around… Here Everyone is so… near So alone… So alone
[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco] See I don’t disagree This is just a grievance This ain’t dissin’ This is civil disobedience How you gon’ make hip-hop Without all the ingredients? Lot of mouths to feed Plus a lot of greediness And that greed, outshines the neediness What ni***s need is some "question they authority" And tune out all the TV shit And we be this So I give ‘em more You see I did it for…
[Chorus: Thom Yorke/Radiohead] Everyone… Everyone is so… near Everyone has got… the fear So alone… So alone
[Verse #4: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah… I am back up on the airwaves Feelin’ like a Soldier, and I ain’t talking where the Bears play Flair, look how I Fred Astaire (further stair) down the staircases ‘Finna be a hair-raisin’ tortoise versus hare race So you should hang around here (hair) like some earrings I know attention’s all about how you pair things So when I want them to hear me out I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out And what’s written on her titties is what it's really about Then her vagina is some poor kids from China Nipples nuclear missiles Ass is a daughter without a dad Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq Health care hair Drive by thighs Education lips HIV eyes Environment feet Justice get her so wet, brains get you brains You can fuck her if you protest But before you bust in her face, finish listenin’ to the tape... Enemy of the State...
[Lupe Fiasco] Microphone check, I make em all bounce Every teller in Bank of America, make em all count You gone need the whole staff to add up the amount... It's gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your house To keep me in my zone so that I don't zone out I'm Rich and Po' like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a score's goal'ed I don't rap, I hockey rink... cause my flow is so cold
I am on my "mmhmm," they are on they "Oh, No!" I am really in here (hair), they ain't real like Soul Glo Don't you know I'm so sho, them n****'s got no Glow Find a master 'fore you can come back into the dojo
Lupe got his mind right, n**** this is my mic And I've come to take it all back like Miller High Life He must not be tied tight...back against the wall... He will throw a ball, like he playin' Jai Alai
I'll do the register, you just get them fries right I don't trust America, after watchin' Zeitgeist Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger arm and I'm hot as tiger balm, fire like a five-alarm And it's set to Tire Barn, Get ya fire-fighter on....
I ain't worried 'bout you hoes (hose), I don't even need to roll I turn down your ex like how you put your tires on Once I get these tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on And ride this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on Park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the timer's on You can turn your hydrants on, I'll just turn my wipers on Wipe it off then wipe me down but don't forget about my bomb!
[Lupe Fiasco] I call this one Yoga...Flame
Uh, meditate On the floor, fold your legs, resonate Breathing speed, regulate Clear my mind till it levitate
Dhalsim, I beat the game,
Level 8, Hella good
Never great cause God is great So ain’t no goats, ain’t no gates
Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep’s skate
Brace yourself, teeth straight Fix your face for Pete’s sake Birthday wordplay, piece of cake 4 door flow with seats for eight Ororo Munroe make it rain Not with bills, I make it change
Take that cool shit, make it lame
Take that nerd shit, make it bang
Yeah, you heard us make it bang Yeah, you heard me make it bang
Melt the change and make a ring
Take that ring and make a bracelet Take that bracelet make a chain
Look how far my necklace hang Connect that chain up to a crane
Pull the game up by the brains Could not move it just with brains So I had to use some bling
Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty, Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane
I’m not going to drop my name Sneak that message to the masses, you can call me Chocolate Rain You might think my wallet drained
Look how far my pockets hang
That’s cause I got pocket change My net worth is basketball They net worth is soccer games
Tell them ni***s stop it mane But they cannot stop it mane
So, they forced to watch it drain They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans
King without the whoppers and, King without the pauper and King and I ain’t got no drains
Bruce Lee, dishwasher Cleaning out your pots and pans These ni***s ain’t got no stain Power once I hit them with the powder Then throw em’ in the shower These ni**a slower than some dial-up I be on my broadband These ni***s still downloadin’ Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare, zShare How long you going to be there? Damn… FinallyFast.com for you fam Information super highway These n****s ain’t got no lane But you can ride my shoulder Like they pulled you over I sit in the driver’s seat You sit on the sofa I am Patrick Swayze You are Whoopi Goldberg
Cause he was a beast and the way that he controlled her Rest in peace to Patrick Rest in Peace to Stacks, kid Rest in Peace to Rap, no, rest in peace to wackness
Yeah, n***a, I whacked it Baby boy with the glasses Tears like a black rap Zach Galifianakis Hangover, game over, n***a that’s it!
*If you care about what Diddy is singing about I apologize but this is a Lupe post obviously... skip to the 2:45 mark after Lupe's 1st verse to get to his 2nd verse.*
[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco] I see, diamond flooded demons, Lamborghini angels Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through Windows up, system bumping, you the one they sang to Same two, who said they the ones you should send your thanks through Pockets full of blessings, they can sanctify and saint you You can hear 'em revving up in heaven now, can't you? Sandals made of chrome, his soul made of leather An engine full of sinning and, candy painted feathers The sound of the motor only reverend you confess to I see this all in the eyes of the girl I'm next to I asked her “Where we going?” and she just told me "Pleasure" Hands on the wheel, and her heels on the accelor- -Rator, told her wait up, she kept going like et cetera But like a broken record, we’ve come too far to just wheel it back, selector So we gon’ ride forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco] Uh, said she was a fan of mine Knew she was New Jersey, but said that she was Anaheim Butterflies turn to suicides, now it's phantoms flying Used to whisper in my ear, but now she tryna 'vander mine That holy feeling (Holyfield) all gone, slowly feeling all wrong None of this is satisfyin', pull it over, let me out I'll just hitchhike back to mine Nothing's really as it seems, yeah I shoulda known that Thought I called a angel, devils had my phones tapped
[Lupe Fiasco] Uh, yeah, this one's for Chilly Chill, Food and Liquor flow, Strong like it's been distilled by, Hillbillies in the hills and we move down to Beverly, So heavenly, waking n****s up like revelry, We won't be going back to you regularly, so forget it Shadow flow, call up Punxsutawney Phillips, My mind's on dope, my brain's on skillets, Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics, Bang bang bang like Pops Wayans, Witherspoon (with a spoon) or with a fork, Was coming out my egg like Mork, deserves his own head on Rushmore
Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf's shorts, So long n****s, career so short it should be ridin' on a horse, Mines is a horse, but mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort (Ford), Yours is a pony, it could sleep inside a Porsche, I am on point like the eating side of forks, So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon, Chilly Chill will be outta corrections real soon... Enemy...god willingly...
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Uh, we just gonna keep it goin' and goin', until I feel completed and happy about it...You know?
Uh, Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man Brewster Place (booster plates), he used to stick his scissors in his sockets damn, clear that Project Runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands, ain’t got no problems, Houston, I A.K.A. then rocket land. Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans, rockets and I (eye) up in the sky like helicopter cams...
And you down there in the traffic jam from here I’ve seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrestlin' fans... Came up from the bottom of the eye exam ZOOM Now I’m like the biggest G off (Geoff) in the room, still hard to see me like the truth on TV or the roof from the sidewalk, I don’t flo' (floor), I ceiling
My mama said they need me... 'cause, I’m made from the best stuff on earth like Snapple Tea Leaves, they glass is half full so I spit into them like Celie, no longer G, now you can see me but your letter's (lettuce) still under my sea (C) like seaweed C and G but nothing bout me C-G, It’s all real, none of this is green screen...
"Shut Up and Let Me Go" just like The Ting Tings, I’m feelin' like a Mac, standing around a bunch of PCs. I’ve rocked it from the shouters to the soccer moms, try to stop what’s going on... you’ll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms, I’m balling like the tops of pawns, circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds.
Short-footed and War Headed like the tops of bombs, Domino-in n****'s, delivery is Papa John's, Little Ceaser‘s, uh, burning down your Pizza Hut... Plaque collection building 'cause, I don’t brush my teeth enough, yeah, Crack is wack and reefer sucks, you might think this deep as fuck but this like my weaker stuff, they ask “Is this his day-to-day 'cause this is like a week to us?”
Mic is shy and speakers blush, I is shy (Chi) and he is up, I correct, me is up - no we is up - cause its like two of me and each of us, rappin' acid, eat this up, A-Town down, peace is up, New York to East Coast is tough, West Side ridin', lot of n****'s salty 'cause, 'cause I be overseas and (overseasoned) tough.
Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this, NahRight gotta stream this, motherfuckin' genius!
Brave and fly, you backbone-less and wingless, bunch of chickens on the strip, I’m coming for they fingers... till what they throwin' up is meaningless... Chilly Chill you seeing this? This didn’t make MTV’s list...
Finish fingers, eating wrist, feedin' frenzy and shit, Succotash stuffering, Chicken-Frikasee'en this... a beat eatin' media blitz, pace is getting feverish, pain is growing Seaver-ish, these the peppers Peter picked, things are at their easiest, Real Compton city G’in it but I’m from Chicago...house lights, bravooos!
*Applause*.... Yeah, I’m just playin'....Internet, check!
[Lupe Fiasco] Aww, you don't get it
[Lupe Fiasco] I'm just a wolf inside a lion's suit, A shark shirt, a panther's pants, piranha hat and tiger shoes, I got a lion's den inside the booth That right there is point blank This here, is from where the sniper shoot Might take a long time to get it, by the time I hit it I done ran Bubble Tape around them Chiclets, POOF!! I ain't the bomb, I'm the company that got the contract to rebuild during the aftermath, Have a blast! Goin' green, only using half the gas, the calming comes through after disasters' have But this calm has the same fury that disasters have I should have a class, I'm the son/sun of the South Pole plus Alaska's dad Got n****s like "DAG!!", flow is like crazy gone mad And villains gone bad, Punk ass n****s, don't be so Daft Baby, why you hangin' with them busters like Babs? They are such a drag, you should move 'em to the trash Feel like I'm walkin 'round upon Cassius calves Quite a beautiful script, and such a gift of gab A big bass, shout out to Mistah F.A.B Young Frankenstein reportin' live from the lab I bought the bars out, put it on my tab If you came here to box, you'll leave in a bag I run the game, Bilderberg Group, in the lead with the flash Usain Bolt ain't even leavin' this fast Why you take offense with your defensive ass? Never Hussein'in the hole/whole, not even in the half Cause n**** I aint hidin', I'm the whole world, n**** you're an island And the sea's risin', if I keep shinin' You gon' have to take submarines to the drive-in nowwww
HEY!! ENEMY OF THE STATE!!
[Lupe Fiasco] Ohh! Shout out to Slaughterhouse.. Joe Budden, Royce, Crooked, Joell.. Uh! yeah!
[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco] The game was looking weak, the whole scene starved So I came through with some muscle milk and protein bars Barbells and jump ropes, Bowflexes to body it And a couple Billy Blanks Tae-Bo Karate kicks If you aint Million Dollar Dreamin', then we op-pee-sites In high school, I was voted the most Ted DiBiase'st Also the most slept on, cause my Ted DiBiaseness An Inglorious Bastard, and you looking like a Nazi biiiitch
They say it's hard out here for ol' boy, then tell me where Taraji is I am going so raw, watch me Soy Sauce, Wasabi this Noble on them Pro-Tools, hot as H-E- double hockey sticks Make sure you give the chef your compliments And thank him for his constantly great tasting accomplishments A smiley face, emoticons if you wanna remain anonymous My retirement's on hold, I got the whole world on conference Matchstick Man, I really have the confidence that I'ma give them G.O.O.D Music like Common Sense and Consequence Content that's relative across the continent New York, Houston, Chi-Town, Los Angeles Enemy!!
[Lupe Fiasco] Aw! Shout out to Push, Shout out to Malice, Fam-Lay!! Ab Liva, Re-Up, N****a We Up!! .. G's up Windin' down but..
It's Hirst verses and Murakami rhyming, All my raps is super flat, all your raps is super wack, Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block You can call it shooting craps, and my roof is back And my wings is up
Kingda Ka without kalua, so you ain't gotta pour the king a cup Young Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut So I can still sip red zinga with my pinkies up Made man, you can call this cleaning up I'm OCD, I never think it's clean enough That's what defines me, I never think it's mean enough Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz You gone need two heads like the King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of, I'm just achieving buzz so stay out of son/sun way like you're drinkin' blood This is what it feels like to be in love...ENEMY!
I mean come on, I mean look at what I'm droppin' here Do this for the block and the blogosphere No, you ain't ready for the heavy, so I'll keep it light as joggin' gear I don't want the throne, I want the helicopter rocking chair Jay gave me a co-sign like I was RocaWear, but be clear I'm not the air (heir) I'm the water, fire and the earth; That means I'm doin' dirt, spittin' flames and quenchin' thirst, And plus the real God has been on my side since birth I hope that he forgives me, I hope I do his work in every single verse, Now I might do a dance, I might even jerk, tell them n****s don't hate Only God is great, Enemy Of The State
^ ^ ^ ^ All That is MY proof I could go IN like my man's at il(lu)mination.blogspot.com but I'ma chill cause honestly he killed every 1 of them things. Maybe I like Lupe too much and it's really not THAT ill but get your favorite rapper (Lupe is NOT mine) and we can put their bars against the Mr. Fiasco's and see how long that last lol. Gone!
I'm lying I'm lying I'm single EVERY NIGHT if anyone even cares! (apparently no one does trust me I've asked). Nah I just got a thing for that song at the moment (shout out to Weezy) and that's really what this blog is about. I don't know what's happening to me, but I think I actually am starting to like wack sh*t.
Either that or Lil Wayne's singing is actuuuuaaallyy....? good? I gotta be overthinking this. Either way everything sounds so lame to me lately, yeah even Chuck (aside from 2 tracks I heard off the new tape them sh*ts was fire!).
Let's see. 50's new album was actually really good... Until I realized he was talkin about the same thing he's been yapping about on his 1st 3 albums. Truth be told though, 50 stepped his rap game up big time. Congrats, sort of, cause I guess I'm kind of dissing his boring music too huh?
Hola Hovitooo! No. That album banged for the 1st 3 weeks now I hardly even listen to it. Blueprint 3 is a solid effort I can't even hate on dude. It's just not holding my attention really, and I blame that on the subject matter. Nobody loves Jay more than Jay and he definitely let's you know throughout the entire f*cking album lol.
Nah I'm tripping really I know exactly why I'm not feeling shit any rapper dude gotta say right now (2 reasons really). Eminem & Lupe Fiasco straight up & down.
Ever since Em dropped Relapse I been singing all kinds of praise for the man. He quitliterally on a different level when it co to rhyming them words. That guest spot on 'Forever' yeaa killed Drake, Kanye, AND Wayne scary thing is it wasn't even close. His BET cypher? Same story. Dude is a monster but falls under the same category as Hov and 50 cause his subject matter sucks but when you can be as skillful as he is it doesn't matter what your talking about.
ANNNNNND if you don't believe me check out Lil Wayne's new track (off his still unreleased Rebirth album)featuring Em and tell me who YOU think came out on top.
Lupe Fiasco. I can honestly say this n*gga making me fall in love with hip hop all over again. Cop his tape Enemy of the State: A love story and try to catch what he's saying. Dude is just on another planet with his concepts and rhymes.
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Anyway those 2 got me feeling like 'why listen to anything else?' (that's not the case I'm listening to a lot) but then again like I said everything else is sounding kind of good now. Lol I need to slap some soulja boy,If I like that sh*t I'll know there's really something wrong with me.SMH. Gone!
