80u taakstrafquote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 17:01 schreef _GdR_ het volgende:
Artiest: Mo$heb
Nummer: bam bam
Beste stukje:
"bij Wilders de redelijke vrees kon ontstaan dat hij het leven zou kunnen verliezen dan wel dat hij ernstig zou worden mishandeld".
heb alleen het 'beste' stukje verkeerd gequote.quote:
Dit gaat echt nergens overquote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 16:48 schreef woozi het volgende:
Menens, mijn regen, bedondert doofstomme oortrommels op donderdag, verdomme ik rumble,
heb honger, de som is: ik bomber en bomber weer, bombardeer, maak maar een ommetje.
Geen consumptiebonnetjes, reserveinfuus in me bek, als Ali B spuugt als ie rapt.
mee eens, maar ik moet zeggen dat het wel fucking vet klinktquote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 17:22 schreef starla het volgende:
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Dit gaat echt nergens over![]()
Wel vaker zo met Hip Hop.
50 pennies!quote:
dit soort debiele onzin vind jij goed?quote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 16:48 schreef woozi het volgende:
Jaja, u leest het goed.
Ik gok er zo op dat er tussen de FOK!ers hier wel een deel hiphop liefhebbers zitten.
Nou vraag ik me af, naar wie luisteren jullie graag?
en de hoofdvraag natuurlijk: wat is van deze artiest volgens jou zn beste (stukje) tekst?
zet voor de makkelijkheid ff youtube filmpje erbij!
ik trap af:
Artiest: Zwart Licht
Nummer: Backup staat klaar
Beste Stukje:
FS 't regent!
Menens, mijn regen, bedondert doofstomme oortrommels op donderdag, verdomme ik rumble,
heb honger, de som is: ik bomber en bomber weer, bombardeer, maak maar een ommetje.
Geen consumptiebonnetjes, reserveinfuus in me bek, als Ali B spuugt als ie rapt.
nu jullie!
Dat soort mensen moeten zich meer in hiphop verdiepen. 'Hiphop' tegenwoordig is veelal geen hiphop meer..quote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 22:51 schreef DJ-Kool het volgende:
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dit soort debiele onzin vind jij goed?
die teksten zijn niet eens half onzin, maar gewoon 90-100% onzin.quote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 22:55 schreef fusionfake het volgende:
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Dat soort mensen moeten zich meer in hiphop verdiepen. 'Hiphop' tegenwoordig is veelal geen hiphop meer..
wat is dat nou weer voor opmerking.quote:Op vrijdag 18 december 2009 22:51 schreef DJ-Kool het volgende:
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dit soort debiele onzin vind jij goed?
mag best, vroeg me alleen af waarom, omdat die teksten 0 inhoud hebben.quote:Op zaterdag 19 december 2009 15:49 schreef woozi het volgende:
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wat is dat nou weer voor opmerking.
Ja ditsoort debiele onzin vind ik goed ja.
mag dat niet dan ofzo ?
heeel hard nummer idd. En sowieso wat hiervoor is gezegd, Slug zn teksten zijn erg dope. verder de teksten van Cunninlynguists, Immortal Technique, Mike Skinner van the Streets (We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did tooquote:Op zaterdag 19 december 2009 23:43 schreef kipknots het volgende:
Jedi mind tricks ft RA the rugged man - uncommon valor
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Lupe Fiasco - Put You On Gamequote:I love the lord
But sometimes it's like that I love me more
I love the peace, and I love the war
I love the seas, and I love the shore
No love for no beach, baby that's law
But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
With every flower that I ever took apart
She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement
Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines
Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which
That I had never seen, her eyes glow green
With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene
A obscene obsession for the bling
She would be my queen, I could be her king, together
She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever
And I would never feel pain
And never be without pleasure, ever, again
And if the rain stops, and everything's dry
She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes
She'd teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall
If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky
But she would keep me high, and if I ever die
She would commission my image on her bosom, to him
Or maybe she'd retire as well
A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be
quote:Don't you know that I run this place,
And I've begun this race,
Must I rerun this pace?
I'm the reason its become this way
And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised
(lemme put you on game)
They love my darkness,
I make them heartless,
And in return, the have become my martyrs,
I've been in the poem of many a poet,
And I reside in the art of many a artist
(lemme put you on game)
Some of your smartest have tried to artictulate
My whole part in this
But they're fruitless in their harvestin'
The drow grows from my footsteps
I'm the one that they follow,
I am the one that they march with
(lemme put you on game)
Through the back alleys
And the black markets,
The Oval Offices,
Crackhouses and apartments
Through the mazes of the queens,
The pages of the sages
And the Chambers of The Kings
(lemme put you on game)
Through the veins-es of the fiends,
A paper chaser's pager,
Yo, I'm famous on the scene
One of the oldest, most ancient-est of things
Seak every single language on the planet, y'all mean?
(lemme put you on game)
I am the American dream,
The rape of Africa
The undying machine,
The overpriced medicine,
The murderous regime,
The tough guy's front,
And the one behind the scenes
(lemme put you on game)
I am the blood of this city,
It's gas, water, and electricity,
I'm it's gym, and it's math, and it's history,
The gunshots in the class
And you can't pass if you're missin, G.
I taught them better than that
I taught them aim for the head
And hope they never come back
I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby,
Hope he never comes back,
I hope he's with your mother,
With my hustlers high in my trap
(lemme put you on game)
I hope you die in his trash,
I can't help it all I hear when you're crying is laughs
I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag,
Behind the hospital little baby,
Crack addicts had
(lemme put you on game)
Then maybe you can grow up to be a stripper,
A welfare-receiving prostitute
And gold digger,
You can watch on TV,
How they should properly depict you,
The rivers should flow with liqour,
Quench your thirst on my elixers,
(lemme put you on game)
I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor
Ihe trusted misleader,
The number one defender,
And from a throne of their bones I rule,
These fools are my fuel
So I make them Cool
(lemme put you on game)
Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool,
And feed 'em from the table that held Corleone's food,
If you die, tell them that you played my game
I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name,
'Cause I'm the...
Geschreven door Jay-Z hequote:Op donderdag 24 december 2009 18:32 schreef Compomotive155 het volgende:
Dr.Dre - Still Dre
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap.
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back.
The Messagequote:Op donderdag 24 december 2009 22:12 schreef defamai het volgende:
I've got a colour tv, so I can see the Knicks play basketball!
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