Mooiste rap-lyrics quote.

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Op zaterdag 27 mei 2006 16:34 schreef TimoBasso het volgende:
Jay Z
"If your havin girl problems,i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one"

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:14 schreef Killaht het volgende:
NAS - Get yourself a Gun

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I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the
margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine

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My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:37 schreef SPiDeY. het volgende:
Dat nr. ken ik niet, een of andere remix zeker

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:39 schreef Zuen het volgende:

[..]
Als je het tegen mij hebt; is van Pete Rock, CL Smooth en Method. Ik raad het nummer sterk aan

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As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an amish like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and jacob plows... fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
I’ve churned butter once or twice
Living in an amish paradise
It’s hard work and sacrifice
Living in an amish paradise
We sell quilts at a discount price
Living in an amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
’cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An amish with a ’tude?
You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree
I really look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired

There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like robinson caruso
It’s as primitive as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
We’re just plain and simple guys
Living in an amish paradise
There’s no time for sin and vice
Living in an amish paradise
We don’t fight, we all play nice
Living in an amish paradise

Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on monday, soon I’ll raise anutter
Think you’re really righteous?
Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million time as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an amish paradise
We’re all crazy mennonites
Living in an amish paradise
There’s no cops or traffic lights
Living in an amish paradise
But you’d probably think it bites
Living in an amish paradise

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:44 schreef Zuen het volgende:
Ik vroeg hoe gaat het?
Ze zei goed en met jou
Ik zei met mij is alles flex
Het grappige was, ze keek een beetje haatdragend
Maar op hetzelfde moment zo zaadvragend

Extince blijft een held

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Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down

Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom

Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin'-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love 'em(?) as a tornado

Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised (in the ghetto) I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef' her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin' in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin' out da top

Why would he?

Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down 'cause I'm hangin with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I'm backed and I'm trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won't turn informer.

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:47 schreef Zuen het volgende:
Er staat RAP lyrics. Post dan iig het echte nummer

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:51 schreef Mr_Belvedere het volgende:

[..]

Deze versie is zo veel mooier

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:53 schreef Zuen het volgende:
Respectloos

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 15:57 schreef Mr_Belvedere het volgende:

[..]

Niet vreemd, als je Extince als held hebt.

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 16:10 schreef Killaht het volgende:
Extince is echt een kansloze gast, echt te TRIEST gewoon, een brabander met accent die tof gaat rappen etc.

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Immortal Technique -- Dance with the Devil

[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever

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wake up frontin' like i ain't hung over
read the paper, discover that the Germans have annexed grover,
cookie, kermie, piggie and all the rest
there ain't a single domestically controlled muppet left
is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy? my coffee is cold
there is a bitter taste to my cinnamon roll
i venture forth into the bright american day
my neighbor Mister Hess says "wie gehts?" and waves, I hurry away
get in my chrysler (whew). oh the dismay!
someone's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys with Kraftwerk tapes
all right, I'm freaked out, i hope it's a joke
i hear the ominous industrial churn of a two-stroke
engine -- the benz on my left? the bug on my right?
mein gott! a fleet of six trabants encroaching behind!
At the wheel of the lead Trabi, a visage of fear!
red'n'yellow eyes, black gloves gripping the steer!
And it dawns upon me, what chance have I got?
it's KOMPRESSOR, and he's chosen for crushing, mc frontalot

RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUST
KOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSH
YOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMES
STOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVE
ERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHT
YOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT

But I don't wanna be crushed! Burried in fear! Left for töt!
Synthesizer might, tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!
Leave my car at the light and run, I make for the park
pursued by steel-toed jack-boots throwing sparks
as they march. And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth
[DU KANNST NICHT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK]
I'm dodging german shepherds playing frisbee with hippies,
making hair-pin turns like horror movie heroines and slipping
back on my feet, his breath on my neck
it smells of baked infants and fried cheese [SCHLECHT!!]
run! you'll surely suffer crushing if you sit still
hop the chain-link to the abandoned wienerschnitzel
What did I do to deserve this? What was my crime?
Was it because I sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time?
And I'm reviewing my life cowered under a grease trap
the bootslap stepping ever closer with its click-clack
now he's here... now he's crouching down...
jaws creak open, ants start pouring out
and just when my flesh is about to get devoured
I wake up screaming, wrapped in the sour
sweat-stained sheets, it takes a minute to get up
stumble to the table, read the paper, clear my head up
still hurts, whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for?
business section: EM.TV bought Jim Henson Corp.

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Op zondag 28 mei 2006 23:36 schreef Justsa00 het volgende:
When I die fuck it i wanna go to hell
cause im a piece of shit it aint hard to fucking tell
it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies
god would probley have me on some real strict shit
no sleepin all day no geting my dick licked
hanging with the goodie goodies loungin in the paradise
fuck that shit i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life ive been considered as the worst
lying to my mother even stealin out her purse
crime after crime from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion

Biggie- Hold ya head

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Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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Cunninlynguists - Seasons Lyrics



feat. Masta Ace

[Intro]
One two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?

[Masta Ace]
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears
Yeah

[Deacon the Villian]
As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
'f**k The Police!!' jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
f**k Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live.. Florida crews caught heat for rappin
But free speech pollination kept bee's colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride
The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide
Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that sh*t was beautiful

[Chorus]
'Seasons Change, mad things rearrange' - Lauryn Hill, 'How Many Mics'
'Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any order'-
Ladybug, '9th Wonder'

'Seasons Change, mad things rearrange' - Lauryn Hill, 'How Many Mics'
'Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em
See all them leaves must fall down' - Andre 3000, '13th Floor/Growing Old'

[Kno]
As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two
Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef
Assumed that the worst was over
Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October
The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it
Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce
Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot
Cause gettin signed ain't a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K

[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves
And artists themselves get treated like Elves
Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells
You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells
What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?
And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia
Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder
But it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo)

How we gonna start?

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Op woensdag 31 mei 2006 10:45 schreef PaRoDiUzZ het volgende:
ik denk dat ik de volgende wel een van de beste lyrics van de laatste paar jaar vind
[..]

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Op woensdag 31 mei 2006 15:58 schreef nemesis4 het volgende:
Cunninglynguists ft. Masta Ace - Seasons
[..]

Dikgedrukt zijn mn favoriet. Geschiedenis van hiphop vergelijken met seizoenen vind ik wel sterk gedaan eigenlijk.

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I sign his space's with time existant blare
I hold the mic like a memory

There was a time when I couldnt find energy
The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey
Ahh,Its like life was pinnin' me down
I used to gout on the town and get instantly clowend
You aint gonna be a rapper, you not a factor
You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor
Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive
Thats when the liquer and weed became a need
Self-esteem was about as low as ??
Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle's titties
Then as soon as I started geeting some pride
My sister high, druged, plain and died on ile 65
In a family full of pride, house full of tears
Spent many years with a blood stream of beers
Heart full of fears all ??, no cheers
Till the rhythem in my ears make my mind clear

Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm
And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs
Cant grow fond of past memories
Cos negetivity leeds the way to live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me
paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancies had me thinking that all
my enemies work into me
And I cant begin to see how to control the flash backs

And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at
Thought I was passed at
But it attemps to reoccur when I dont proceive wat I feel I deserve
being slurred by those not livin' in my position,
My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I'm kinda pissn'
And when I thought id risin', life freeze's the frame
So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain.

I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life
Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right
You know wat blasphermy's like, cursing the god
Cause you aint got shit it hurts and its hard
Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble
Was forced to play tarzan in this concrete jungle
Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze
Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day
For, alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame
sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter
Few friends even then, most hommies is fake
Feel like a prisoner in my home pencil my only escape
I went from the block with my fam, to collage exams
But the pressures still there
Dog, I'm still scared
But I know it will all be right in the end
As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen

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Op maandag 29 mei 2006 16:10 schreef Killaht het volgende:
Extince is echt een kansloze gast, echt te TRIEST gewoon, een brabander met accent die tof gaat rappen etc.

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Op woensdag 31 mei 2006 17:24 schreef SPiDeY. het volgende:

[..]

Al gepost, check een paar pagina's terug
En heel mooi nr inderdaad.

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Murs -- Walk Like A Man

[Verse 1 - MURS]
Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran
And I never say never but I mean hardly ever
And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever
If you don't know shit then you still know better
Human life is so precious it could never be measured
Have you ever had a load of it cock back the heat
Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street
Trigger off safety spacin an opportunity
These niggaz wanna waste me it ain't nothing new to me
Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust
But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus
Now I'm all punked up with a steroid trigger
Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz
Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it
What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it
Stupid (*echos*)

*different instrumental kicks in*

[Verse 2 - MURS]
It was a late night sunset me and him out
Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim
Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end
He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand
Of that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit
That's how we rolled on the scene
Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens
But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell
So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back
Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back
But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black
We roll up ask 'em where their party at
They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap
But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed
Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat
Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit
My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit
I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles
This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it
He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat
I put it in park jumped out to get his back
But as I did that, I heared two shots
I turned to my right and I see my dude drop
Time stopped, coudln't believe what I seen
I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist
Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace
I remember his face but what I remember most
Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close
And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus
But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers

[Hook - MURS][2X]
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine

*another different instrumental kicks in*

[Verse 3 - MURS]
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother
His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers
We said a few words faces covered with tears
How we missed him so much and we wished he was here
Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone
And we said our goodbyes and they all went home
I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone
I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him
Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen
How the homie named his newborn son after him
But as the sun went down the talk came to an end
So I said a quick prayer..amen
And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks
And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer
I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bound
That he had a freak that lived on that side of town
He always kept the heat just in case it went down
A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga-
Hey! Is that that nigga that...hey give me the motherfucking gun
Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it
Splendid now with vengeance in my grasp
I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass
Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself
I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth
He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime
Remember what you was doin' last year at this time
He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise
When I split his face with the Glock right before he could reply
He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek
The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace

[Hook - MURS]
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted
Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it

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Op woensdag 31 mei 2006 15:58 schreef nemesis4 het volgende:
Cunninglynguists ft. Masta Ace - Seasons

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Attention!
At this moment you are now listenin to an Ice-T LP.
If you are offended by words like shit, bitch, fuck, dick, ass, ho,
cunt, dirty bitch, low motherfucker, nigga, hooker, slut, tran,
dirty low slut-tran-bitch-ho, nigga fuck shit, whatever...
Take the tape out NOW! This is NOT a pop album...
And by the way,
SUCK MY MOTHERFUCKIN DICK!

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Net wakker je weet wat ik bedoel gast
Droge mond met me bek kijk in de koelkast

Geen melk, maar nog wel 8.6
Het brood is oud maar me schoenen zijn vers

Oksel ruikt naar natte hond en shit
Droge mond en shit
Half leeg half liters op de grond en shit

Wat gaan we doen gek
De(…..?) dat is fur spring in me schoen gek de baas dat is fur
De baas dat is fur, vieze to the fur de baas dat is fur

Dus dat, buspas verlopen dus ik pas hem snel aan
van een drie naar en acht plak en knip een punt aan

Stap naar buiten en zie dat het weertje weer is doet
Jonge, hang zo hard het lijkt wel me beroep

Begin van het einde maar het einde is zoek
Klim de bus in met me vervalste abonemizzree
Keek chauffeur aan als what the fuck is er?
Koude klats achterin als heej wie is er

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Op zaterdag 3 juni 2006 13:45 schreef Uzumaki_Naruto het volgende:
merendeel alles van MF Doom!

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Op woensdag 31 mei 2006 17:29 schreef SPiDeY. het volgende:

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Cunninlynguists

Vind "Mic like a Memory" en "Takin' the Loss" wel lekkere nummers van ze.

Cunninglynguists - Mic Like a Memory
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