I should run 10 blogs. With 10 different themes. Interlocking them all together, streamlining posts.. Imagine the possibility for confusion and the magnitude of excuses I could pull out my *ss. Just a thought.. Unless I'm already doing that.
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"if it happened, it probably wouldn’t matter anymore. Rubbing the welts on my face takes perspective and properly gets it placed somewhere along the lines of ‘ow’ and ‘did she just hit my face?’ Still in disbelief. Ironic of me to have trouble believing as the seasons turn to tiny shorts and sun burns..."
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Working towards it. Talent is undeniable, and yet you've heard it all before.
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Now it's this, blame.. Yup, I do.
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Sunday, April 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Keep it 100 for 400
"This primitive desire for ownership is secretly a veil of lunacy. You do not belong to me. Love; a combination of like and lust that does not warrant any ownership titles. I despise that you made me forget myself in the process of loving you. I'm passionate; yes. Emotional, hot headed and quick temper are not labels I prefer. You made me crazy, you succeeded in tripping me up.
The huge mass of emotions was a thousand lbs strain. The haggard lines were beginning to bear into my skin and seep into my actions..." - Young Lioness
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The huge mass of emotions was a thousand lbs strain. The haggard lines were beginning to bear into my skin and seep into my actions..." - Young Lioness
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
It is Morning lol
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I'm about to give in and put this mixtape on a cd for the whip. Who knows what'll happen after that lol. I like this song though shows he got alil spit to him. *pause*
Gone!
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Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wasalu I Salute!
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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Had to change the pic up cause this is THAT HEAT! AKA who's f*ckin with that?
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
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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!
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[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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Had to change the pic up cause this is THAT HEAT! AKA who's f*ckin with that?
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
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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!
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
A**hole Publications
I didn't write this I just wholeheartedly agree with what is being said. Check it out. (without pictures or captions sorry.) props to the author
If he's black, he must rap
R. Kelly. Bobby Brown. Ray J. Estelle. Sisqo. Russell Simmons. Shaggy. Damon Dash. M.I.A. Santigold. Kelis. T-Pain. Akon. All of these people have two things in common: 1) At one point, they were referred to by the New York Post as "rappers," and 2) None of them are. You see how some of these might confuse people: how the sing-songy styles of M.I.A. and Akon could be mistaken as rapping for the uninitiated and hard-of-hearing, old white people who write the Post. T-Pain is a "rappa ternt sanga," so that explains that. Bobby Brown has rapped (I mean, has a couplet finer than "Too hot to handle, too cold to hold / They called the Ghostbusters in they're in control" since been spat?), Kelis, R. Kelly and Santigold have kind of, as well, I guess. Russell and Damon have worked around rap, so I guess they're rappers by association?
The fact of the matter is that even if the case can be made that a few of these people could possibly write "rapper" on their resume, a more accurate title could be applied to any of them. (Someone like Kid Rock apparently is one of the few of the multi-hyphenate elite. Guess why!) I do not know for sure why they are called "rappers," but I can make a few guesses. The Post still fetishizes rappers as the bad boys of the entertainment industry. The vast majority of its hip-hop coverage -- I'd say just from the informal survey that I took to find the above examples of faulty labeling, 80 percent of it involves the rappers involved in some sort of crime. As silly as it is, the word "rapper," still has sensationalistic value at the Post that "R&B star" or "dancehall artist" or "mogul," just doesn't. (Shit, they called Barbie a rapper, even though she was actually, Rappin' and Rockin'.) Also, these people who have no idea what they're talking about regarding pop culture, may hear about a (usually male) black recording artist and just assume that he is a rapper. I'm not saying that these people are racist (although, if they work for the Post, I'm not saying they're not racist, either), but I am saying they're lazy, ignorant and prone to stereotyping. That's all!
The reason that I bring this up is that in Tuesday's paper there was an item labeling Ne-Yo a rapper, which is the most egregious error of this sort yet. I think I've rapped more than Ne-Yo has. He's a fucking crooner, you know? A singing, songwriting crooner. (I discovered through my research that this isn't even the first time the Post has done that.) Seriously, Post, who's next? Stevie Wonder? Miles Davis? Lenny Kravitz is part-black, so he must be part-rapper, too, right? And look, I understand factual errors. I make them often. I understand meaning one thing and typing another. But I don't understand working at a national media outlet and just assuming in the place of fact-checking. That's nonsense.
It's not just the Post that does this, of course. Come, let's laugh at the mistakes of what we can presume are stupid white people:
The L.A. Times is almost as bad as the Post, having referred to Marques Houston, John fucking Legend and Chris Brown as rappers.
At least they know how to retract.
Rolling Stone called Omarion a rapper. So much for music-industry authority.
Fucking Jet called Jodeci a "rap group," once again proving that if you can fit a periodical in your back pocket, you should not trust it. (Sorry, Reader's Digest.)
This one's really, really bad: the New York Times referred to Mary J. Blige as a rapper. Granted, they were talking about the use of "411" as slang, and she does rap on the title track of What's the 411? On virtually every other track on that album and since (except for "Enough Cryin'"), she sings, though. It's just what she's built her career on. No biggie.
Ginuwine "keeps rap Ginuwine" according to the New York Daily News.
Oh, and I've mentioned R. Kelly, but it seems particularly fucked up that a Chicago publication like the Sun-Times would be referring to him as a rapper. Let me guess: house music is a form of country and western? It's not even house music, in fact, it's barn music.
The photo houses are really, really bad, too. WireImage says Mario...
...Keyshia Cole...
...and Lyfe Jennings...
...are all rappers (the Lyfe example is from Life magazine, but since WireImage did the shot, its fair to assume that the frequently erroneous company is responsible for the caption as well). Yeah, that's not a guitar Lyfe plays -- it's a stringed turntable.
Getty, on the other hand, lists Anthony Hamilton...
...Trey Songz...
...and fucking Jamie Foxx...
...as rappers. You wonder if these people have ever heard any popular music ever. Isn't there a nation of young, unemployed, pop-culture savvy graduates who would shit themselves for the opportunity to write even the most basic copy for an organization half as reputable as Getty?
But my favorite, favorite, favorite of all of these examples is this one about Usher:
That's gorgeous, as irony goes. Really, really solid work, everyone. Oh, and since it's from the Newswire, it's basically a press release, so if you need a more reputable journalistic source for Usher's status as a rapper, the Post has it covered, too. Good, old Post!
So basically the point is that just about every single male R&B singer of the past 10 years (and quite a few females) has been labeled a "rapper," by sources that are more or less trusted. When in doubt, though, I think you should use your sense of hearing. It's a much, much better source.
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May not mean much to those that are far removed from the world of stereotypes but for me, this is parallel to much of the discrimination I've faced in my life. There's no reason for it, and ignorance like that does nothing to help us advance as a 'society' (hmmm I guess that's why I'm rebelling).
props to http://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2009/11/if-hes-black-he-must-rap.html (you can go there to view the article in its entirety with pictures & captions)
Ahh real blogging lol
Gone!
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If he's black, he must rap
R. Kelly. Bobby Brown. Ray J. Estelle. Sisqo. Russell Simmons. Shaggy. Damon Dash. M.I.A. Santigold. Kelis. T-Pain. Akon. All of these people have two things in common: 1) At one point, they were referred to by the New York Post as "rappers," and 2) None of them are. You see how some of these might confuse people: how the sing-songy styles of M.I.A. and Akon could be mistaken as rapping for the uninitiated and hard-of-hearing, old white people who write the Post. T-Pain is a "rappa ternt sanga," so that explains that. Bobby Brown has rapped (I mean, has a couplet finer than "Too hot to handle, too cold to hold / They called the Ghostbusters in they're in control" since been spat?), Kelis, R. Kelly and Santigold have kind of, as well, I guess. Russell and Damon have worked around rap, so I guess they're rappers by association?
The fact of the matter is that even if the case can be made that a few of these people could possibly write "rapper" on their resume, a more accurate title could be applied to any of them. (Someone like Kid Rock apparently is one of the few of the multi-hyphenate elite. Guess why!) I do not know for sure why they are called "rappers," but I can make a few guesses. The Post still fetishizes rappers as the bad boys of the entertainment industry. The vast majority of its hip-hop coverage -- I'd say just from the informal survey that I took to find the above examples of faulty labeling, 80 percent of it involves the rappers involved in some sort of crime. As silly as it is, the word "rapper," still has sensationalistic value at the Post that "R&B star" or "dancehall artist" or "mogul," just doesn't. (Shit, they called Barbie a rapper, even though she was actually, Rappin' and Rockin'.) Also, these people who have no idea what they're talking about regarding pop culture, may hear about a (usually male) black recording artist and just assume that he is a rapper. I'm not saying that these people are racist (although, if they work for the Post, I'm not saying they're not racist, either), but I am saying they're lazy, ignorant and prone to stereotyping. That's all!
The reason that I bring this up is that in Tuesday's paper there was an item labeling Ne-Yo a rapper, which is the most egregious error of this sort yet. I think I've rapped more than Ne-Yo has. He's a fucking crooner, you know? A singing, songwriting crooner. (I discovered through my research that this isn't even the first time the Post has done that.) Seriously, Post, who's next? Stevie Wonder? Miles Davis? Lenny Kravitz is part-black, so he must be part-rapper, too, right? And look, I understand factual errors. I make them often. I understand meaning one thing and typing another. But I don't understand working at a national media outlet and just assuming in the place of fact-checking. That's nonsense.
It's not just the Post that does this, of course. Come, let's laugh at the mistakes of what we can presume are stupid white people:
The L.A. Times is almost as bad as the Post, having referred to Marques Houston, John fucking Legend and Chris Brown as rappers.
At least they know how to retract.
Rolling Stone called Omarion a rapper. So much for music-industry authority.
Fucking Jet called Jodeci a "rap group," once again proving that if you can fit a periodical in your back pocket, you should not trust it. (Sorry, Reader's Digest.)
This one's really, really bad: the New York Times referred to Mary J. Blige as a rapper. Granted, they were talking about the use of "411" as slang, and she does rap on the title track of What's the 411? On virtually every other track on that album and since (except for "Enough Cryin'"), she sings, though. It's just what she's built her career on. No biggie.
Ginuwine "keeps rap Ginuwine" according to the New York Daily News.
Oh, and I've mentioned R. Kelly, but it seems particularly fucked up that a Chicago publication like the Sun-Times would be referring to him as a rapper. Let me guess: house music is a form of country and western? It's not even house music, in fact, it's barn music.
The photo houses are really, really bad, too. WireImage says Mario...
...Keyshia Cole...
...and Lyfe Jennings...
...are all rappers (the Lyfe example is from Life magazine, but since WireImage did the shot, its fair to assume that the frequently erroneous company is responsible for the caption as well). Yeah, that's not a guitar Lyfe plays -- it's a stringed turntable.
Getty, on the other hand, lists Anthony Hamilton...
...Trey Songz...
...and fucking Jamie Foxx...
...as rappers. You wonder if these people have ever heard any popular music ever. Isn't there a nation of young, unemployed, pop-culture savvy graduates who would shit themselves for the opportunity to write even the most basic copy for an organization half as reputable as Getty?
But my favorite, favorite, favorite of all of these examples is this one about Usher:
That's gorgeous, as irony goes. Really, really solid work, everyone. Oh, and since it's from the Newswire, it's basically a press release, so if you need a more reputable journalistic source for Usher's status as a rapper, the Post has it covered, too. Good, old Post!
So basically the point is that just about every single male R&B singer of the past 10 years (and quite a few females) has been labeled a "rapper," by sources that are more or less trusted. When in doubt, though, I think you should use your sense of hearing. It's a much, much better source.
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May not mean much to those that are far removed from the world of stereotypes but for me, this is parallel to much of the discrimination I've faced in my life. There's no reason for it, and ignorance like that does nothing to help us advance as a 'society' (hmmm I guess that's why I'm rebelling).
props to http://fourfour.typepad.com/fourfour/2009/11/if-hes-black-he-must-rap.html (you can go there to view the article in its entirety with pictures & captions)
Ahh real blogging lol
Gone!
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Monday, July 13, 2009
I'm looking forward to Their Album
"You Judists thought I was gone so in light of my steps.."
It's super early, like 5 or something and I was up thinking and on facebook (wtf? shout out to Alex). So you already know I bored. I saw that Slaughterhouse had their new video on Nahright.com earlier today but never peeped it. Let me just say, this is probably my 2nd most anticipated album getting ready to drop right now. These dudes are beyond ill, and together they make some really good music (come on now peep Joey and Joel on the back and forth for the last verse in this joint.. Crazy!). Although I was expecting to get straight gutter bars from all of them, this song (their first single off their self titled debut album)was a welcome change of pace. Check it out..
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So now I feel like dancing lol dead a**. For as little as I do dance that sh*t actually makes me happy, so I'll definitely be cutting up a rug somewhere two stepping like I'm 63 at the family cookout lol. Watch out now!
Rik Cordero is a dope a** director too.. I should shed some shine on dudes career.. I'm off to find this and Lupe's single (shining down) on itunes (see I support too lol)
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Definitely not in a good mood. Can you tell? No. Ok.. Good.. Gone!
*Fight Like Marley*
/-Rebel2Society-\
It's super early, like 5 or something and I was up thinking and on facebook (wtf? shout out to Alex). So you already know I bored. I saw that Slaughterhouse had their new video on Nahright.com earlier today but never peeped it. Let me just say, this is probably my 2nd most anticipated album getting ready to drop right now. These dudes are beyond ill, and together they make some really good music (come on now peep Joey and Joel on the back and forth for the last verse in this joint.. Crazy!). Although I was expecting to get straight gutter bars from all of them, this song (their first single off their self titled debut album)was a welcome change of pace. Check it out..
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So now I feel like dancing lol dead a**. For as little as I do dance that sh*t actually makes me happy, so I'll definitely be cutting up a rug somewhere two stepping like I'm 63 at the family cookout lol. Watch out now!
Rik Cordero is a dope a** director too.. I should shed some shine on dudes career.. I'm off to find this and Lupe's single (shining down) on itunes (see I support too lol)
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Definitely not in a good mood. Can you tell? No. Ok.. Good.. Gone!
*Fight Like Marley*
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
CLAAAAAASSSICCCC!!!!
Feeling like taking a trip down memory lane. I love this hip hop sh*t. I'm gonna have some music for you all to listen to in the next coming weeks. Should be an interesting addition to my (future)job, side hustle, and grind that i'm already on. Who said summer was just for chilling?? Nah Get it while you still can!
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iLL... Guess who's my favorite out of all these guys! (dead a**, take a guess) Gone!
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iLL... Guess who's my favorite out of all these guys! (dead a**, take a guess) Gone!
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Why the hell not..
Nothing interesting going on in my life right now. Sidelined for (at least) a day lol, and that's because I'm forcing myself to stay in today.. sucks...
*Sighs*
Movie night tonight though! lol I'm juiced (1st one since I've been back).. To continue on with this randomness here's an interview with everybody's new favorite rapper (not mine yours lol). Enjoy.
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*Sighs*
Movie night tonight though! lol I'm juiced (1st one since I've been back).. To continue on with this randomness here's an interview with everybody's new favorite rapper (not mine yours lol). Enjoy.
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Rebel2Society
Friday, May 22, 2009
Who The Hell Is Runnin This Blog!?
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A lot of things are tainted right now.. I just wanna be CLEAN! Gone..
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Refreshing....
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iLL (could've done with Jones though.. No shots)
Be back to normal soon I think.. Enjoy that in my absence. Gone..
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Monday, May 11, 2009
I Gotta Admit
I haven't really listened to new 'sensation'(no shots) B.o.B. aka Bobby Ray, no real reason either. I plan to and I will, my first impression of him is a happy dude who is obviously influenced by Andre 3000. (<<--- Damn I gave him the top 3 snub lol) His first single is cool I guess, I'm just going to have to sit down and listen to him. With that said, when you are a new artist (signed with T.I.'s Grand Hustle) and you have Lupe Fiasco in the studio with you to collaborate, you have to have something special about yourself. So yea, this sh*t has me curious and excited..
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I wonder what they are cooking up? Lupe is beyond ill, can't wait for Laserz homie.
*To enlighten those who may not have heard this..*
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What do YA'LL think? I'm STILL undecided, but I'll know more in time. *shrugs* he got Lupe in the studio though!! Word.. smh. Who knows? lol Gone!
Rebel2Society
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I wonder what they are cooking up? Lupe is beyond ill, can't wait for Laserz homie.
*To enlighten those who may not have heard this..*
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What do YA'LL think? I'm STILL undecided, but I'll know more in time. *shrugs* he got Lupe in the studio though!! Word.. smh. Who knows? lol Gone!
Rebel2Society
Needed A Laugh.. This is Too Funny
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Liberated from Kanye's blog via: hypebeast
Lmao that n*gga was OD'in with the chalk. smh. Gone!
Rebel2Society
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Long Time Coming..
This girl is probably the most frustrating person to do this for. Why? Indecisiveness lol. I pretty much had to steal this and do this without her blessing because it's been how long now??? Exactly. Anyway, here it is untitles in all its rawness(?). I like to think it would be titled something like 'combustion' or 'my imploding ways' (??), but whatever, it's here. Enjoy.
Michelle Hill's Untitled piece.
Its all crashing down on me the weight of all that shouldn't be not handling
just like i should Knowin still doin like i would pavin my own destructive path
planned it out but didn't do the math who knows in time this all may pass just
right on by can't close my eyes starin into what might be adapting right in
front of me how could they front on me i hide them under things buried them real
deep seemingly discreet tossed the key everything constantly haunting my dreams
thievery stealing everything sweet these feelings i hide feelings so strong when
hidden they shine through shit that i drug them through all the hate and the
anger i made them accountable for amounting to more pain than i felt before
though they go ignored cause im doin all i can not to feel stealin time from
what Just might be real but it doesn't seal the deal im still here once again
paying the bill for all i've done no ditch and run cause im always lookin back
knowin they're on my track less than one step ahead all i want is just unsaid
security a freedom to speak a way to break free at times only not to be me
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If you want your stuff in that slot hit me up! (kingxpoetic@aol.com) If I like it I'll share the shine with you. Simple really. Even if it doesn't go up I'm interested in connecting with new people and seeing what ya'll got sooooo DONT BE SCEERRD! lol Gone!
Rebel2Society
Michelle Hill's Untitled piece.
Its all crashing down on me the weight of all that shouldn't be not handling
just like i should Knowin still doin like i would pavin my own destructive path
planned it out but didn't do the math who knows in time this all may pass just
right on by can't close my eyes starin into what might be adapting right in
front of me how could they front on me i hide them under things buried them real
deep seemingly discreet tossed the key everything constantly haunting my dreams
thievery stealing everything sweet these feelings i hide feelings so strong when
hidden they shine through shit that i drug them through all the hate and the
anger i made them accountable for amounting to more pain than i felt before
though they go ignored cause im doin all i can not to feel stealin time from
what Just might be real but it doesn't seal the deal im still here once again
paying the bill for all i've done no ditch and run cause im always lookin back
knowin they're on my track less than one step ahead all i want is just unsaid
security a freedom to speak a way to break free at times only not to be me
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If you want your stuff in that slot hit me up! (kingxpoetic@aol.com) If I like it I'll share the shine with you. Simple really. Even if it doesn't go up I'm interested in connecting with new people and seeing what ya'll got sooooo DONT BE SCEERRD! lol Gone!
Rebel2Society
Monday, April 27, 2009
Does IT even Matter..
*Does na na na na na dance with tongue out*
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My team is now resting after sleep walking through the first round. *yawns* Oh watching this series made you sleepy too? lmao ok ok. I did enjoy seeing Jerry Sloan thrown out. Nothing against coach Sloan I just think its hilarious when folks get thrown out AND make a scene. That was great lol. Good job Utah. Deron Williams Whoowee! (ayo! pause and the like.. whatever lol) dude is nice with his though he not seeing Chris Paul game though. (they both on another level so shut up and stop trying to argue with me)
*Checks gun*
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I have one more bullet left... Anyone know where Carlos Boozer was tonight? I think he missed the game. lmao BLAOW!!!!!
---->>Moving On<<----
I love the night/early mornings. It's the only time I can really be (semi)stress-free. Here's what normally happens. I wake up to the situation i'm currently in out here, and feel sick knowing I have to deal with all these different issues we all go through (school, work <<--basketball for me, friends, enemies, money, bills, etc.). The whole day is basically me dealing with something until I don't have to anymore.. (I feel like this is confusing, think of having an exam tomorrow. your gonna be thinking about it until its over then its like aaahhhhhh!!! lol) So for me, 8am- 530ishpm is hell. 5:31pm come around maaaaaaaaaaan! lol I'm wildin out. (not really but that's how my mind feels when it's liberated from stress) With everything that's been taking place recently I look forward to my nights even more. a little bit of this a little bit of that (hmmm? lol) berry, ipod, laptop, now get out my way lol. But that's how it is for me anyway..
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Didn't get my point across how I wanted to.. (Maybe I should write about it?)
*Super Exhausted*
Can't sleep though, that wont happen until I sit down on something soft.. Get's me everytime lol U KNOW!! All this technology backfiring at the moment though lol I got way too much (tryin to be) going on. I've been slacking on my twitter heads 4real. Which reminds me 1000 posts coming soon I'm bout to throw a party for myself. lmao none of ya'll invited! (facebookers LOST lol) I'm dealing with this solo tip quite well actually. (Is that even really a big surprise? Naaaaah!) IF I still had the internet available to me in the comforts of my apt. I probably wouldn't have noticed that I've been alone *shrugs* but whatever my berry holdin up just fine.
*Because its my blog and I can*
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Joe Budden (The rapper) hit me up about the 'nonsituation-situation' (.. Quick recap: my friends aint my friends no more.) and had these words for me personally (which, naturally, I thought was nice lmao)
"I love everybody dont ask me who I beef with they burnt the bridge but they were standing underneath it" - mousebudden
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(that's that twitter sh*t ya'll AIN'T on) thanks homie. (he said it not me but damn if I didn't agree)
I saw some hilarious sh*t (Dame Dash Def Jam Fiasco... no lupe lol) tonight, so hopefully I can share that with ya'll. The hip hop heads will either be mad, or ltfao over it. Anyway I'll post it on here (maybe) tomorrow or tonight. Meanwhile I'm having a major hold up with my featured artist I was gassin its coming!
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I'm feeling like there's a lot of suspect material in this one sooooooo
"Me and another man will NEVER get it on! call me homophobic I just like to be strong" - Charles Hamilton
lol and thank you homie. (I just happened to be listening to that..... UGH NIGGA U GAY!! (c) Riley from the Boondocks lmao)
*Rejuvenated*
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bout to get on my TURTLE sh*t one time. Gone!!
Rebel2Society
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My team is now resting after sleep walking through the first round. *yawns* Oh watching this series made you sleepy too? lmao ok ok. I did enjoy seeing Jerry Sloan thrown out. Nothing against coach Sloan I just think its hilarious when folks get thrown out AND make a scene. That was great lol. Good job Utah. Deron Williams Whoowee! (ayo! pause and the like.. whatever lol) dude is nice with his though he not seeing Chris Paul game though. (they both on another level so shut up and stop trying to argue with me)
*Checks gun*
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I have one more bullet left... Anyone know where Carlos Boozer was tonight? I think he missed the game. lmao BLAOW!!!!!
---->>Moving On<<----
I love the night/early mornings. It's the only time I can really be (semi)stress-free. Here's what normally happens. I wake up to the situation i'm currently in out here, and feel sick knowing I have to deal with all these different issues we all go through (school, work <<--basketball for me, friends, enemies, money, bills, etc.). The whole day is basically me dealing with something until I don't have to anymore.. (I feel like this is confusing, think of having an exam tomorrow. your gonna be thinking about it until its over then its like aaahhhhhh!!! lol) So for me, 8am- 530ishpm is hell. 5:31pm come around maaaaaaaaaaan! lol I'm wildin out. (not really but that's how my mind feels when it's liberated from stress) With everything that's been taking place recently I look forward to my nights even more. a little bit of this a little bit of that (hmmm? lol) berry, ipod, laptop, now get out my way lol. But that's how it is for me anyway..
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Didn't get my point across how I wanted to.. (Maybe I should write about it?)
*Super Exhausted*
Can't sleep though, that wont happen until I sit down on something soft.. Get's me everytime lol U KNOW!! All this technology backfiring at the moment though lol I got way too much (tryin to be) going on. I've been slacking on my twitter heads 4real. Which reminds me 1000 posts coming soon I'm bout to throw a party for myself. lmao none of ya'll invited! (facebookers LOST lol) I'm dealing with this solo tip quite well actually. (Is that even really a big surprise? Naaaaah!) IF I still had the internet available to me in the comforts of my apt. I probably wouldn't have noticed that I've been alone *shrugs* but whatever my berry holdin up just fine.
*Because its my blog and I can*
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Joe Budden (The rapper) hit me up about the 'nonsituation-situation' (.. Quick recap: my friends aint my friends no more.) and had these words for me personally (which, naturally, I thought was nice lmao)
"I love everybody dont ask me who I beef with they burnt the bridge but they were standing underneath it" - mousebudden
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(that's that twitter sh*t ya'll AIN'T on) thanks homie. (he said it not me but damn if I didn't agree)
I saw some hilarious sh*t (Dame Dash Def Jam Fiasco... no lupe lol) tonight, so hopefully I can share that with ya'll. The hip hop heads will either be mad, or ltfao over it. Anyway I'll post it on here (maybe) tomorrow or tonight. Meanwhile I'm having a major hold up with my featured artist I was gassin its coming!
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I'm feeling like there's a lot of suspect material in this one sooooooo
"Me and another man will NEVER get it on! call me homophobic I just like to be strong" - Charles Hamilton
lol and thank you homie. (I just happened to be listening to that..... UGH NIGGA U GAY!! (c) Riley from the Boondocks lmao)
*Rejuvenated*
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bout to get on my TURTLE sh*t one time. Gone!!
Rebel2Society
Sunday, April 26, 2009
ILL Communications
Today has felt longer than its been I think... My current situation has really been weighing on me. F**k it I'm me and real at that so I can admit that people I care about are hurting me. IF that makes sense.. Whatever the case I'm dead. Cemetery-like (<<-- THAT'LL make sense in a little bit <<-- and she told me not to.. again!). there's something extremely therapuetic about blogging though.. SLAPADABASS!!! LMAO crazy..
*Gettin Random*
There were some crazy ass games today and this Houston Portland game jumping off now. Will the trend continue? I don't really know or care Lakers up 3-1, and I'm not feeling like anybody in the West is seeing us! Seriously who can challenge them in 7??
*Still waiting*
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Exactly know one (if your being honest). My only complaint is we should be resting (like the Cavs are now) instead of getting ready for game 5 but whatever its all good, us Cali folk too chill to sweat the small stuff lol. Moving on...
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Sleep deprivation got me on my sh*t! all rough and rugged (c) Hov lol I really feel that way. I'm dressed on a Sunday where I did nothing, ( Very Well might I add. lmao) and I feel like hot garbage. I need to get it together!
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Unrelated to all of that I want to feature a writer on here so I'm gonna showcase this artists' work (at least a piece) cause I think its dope.. Case closed.. Speaking of Dope. Charles Dope2Go Is sick. I aint even really respect it until the 3rd run through but whatever I get it. Nice job.
I really haven't been listening to music like I'm used to. Too many distractions but its all good cause my pen's been moving! Not to mention I HAVE been collecting new music so its there waiting for me.. Maybe tonight.. Bose or Beats? haha LnF diggin what I got going so its straight. Or better. ILL. At the end of the day that's all I care about being (In her eyes and mine) <<-- ill---->> anyway. Stay tuned. Gone!
Rebel2Society
*Gettin Random*
There were some crazy ass games today and this Houston Portland game jumping off now. Will the trend continue? I don't really know or care Lakers up 3-1, and I'm not feeling like anybody in the West is seeing us! Seriously who can challenge them in 7??
*Still waiting*
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Exactly know one (if your being honest). My only complaint is we should be resting (like the Cavs are now) instead of getting ready for game 5 but whatever its all good, us Cali folk too chill to sweat the small stuff lol. Moving on...
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Sleep deprivation got me on my sh*t! all rough and rugged (c) Hov lol I really feel that way. I'm dressed on a Sunday where I did nothing, ( Very Well might I add. lmao) and I feel like hot garbage. I need to get it together!
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Unrelated to all of that I want to feature a writer on here so I'm gonna showcase this artists' work (at least a piece) cause I think its dope.. Case closed.. Speaking of Dope. Charles Dope2Go Is sick. I aint even really respect it until the 3rd run through but whatever I get it. Nice job.
I really haven't been listening to music like I'm used to. Too many distractions but its all good cause my pen's been moving! Not to mention I HAVE been collecting new music so its there waiting for me.. Maybe tonight.. Bose or Beats? haha LnF diggin what I got going so its straight. Or better. ILL. At the end of the day that's all I care about being (In her eyes and mine) <<-- ill---->> anyway. Stay tuned. Gone!
Rebel2Society
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