prob cause I'm almost never on msn http://i49.tinypic.com/2889mp5.png
anyways, yeah, I like Dope....generally I like anime themes and rock
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prob cause I'm almost never on msn http://i49.tinypic.com/2889mp5.png
anyways, yeah, I like Dope....generally I like anime themes and rock
You gotta love Death Notes' then :>
got this lyrics in my mind now, and they dont wanna go, so ........
Only rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
[Verse 1]
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
Death of autotune, moment of silence
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest here
I don't be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Nigga just get violent
This is death of autotune moment of silence
Mafia music 2
Quote:
[rick ross]
kilograms were the key to my success
i apologise being so discreet with my connects
lamborghini’s were figments of my imagination
whoever figured the figures this figure would be making
plenty cream my women pose like figurines
whips weaving through traffic the triple black centipedes
0please let a n-gga breath
dilated pupils are the seeds of a n-ggas greed
with 20 g’s in my denim jeans
if she f-cking me she lucky just to get some chucky cheese
i bust my nut and holla lucky me
its tatted in my vein i remain sucker free
my vocal like an atom bomb in the avalon
black roses for singing the saddest song
as salamu alaykum to paper
walaikum salam
im the don inshallah, now pour me my dom
being gangstas a cold job
wack a n-gga go rejoice with a blow job
always wanted rolls royce with no job
then again all i fear is a dope charge
all i fear is a dope charge
tell me whats the odds for appeals for a dope boy
who shed tears for a dope boy
oh what happens to the kids of the dope boy
orphans, f-cking orphans
born defending some n-gga never been on offence
now its shrimp, order more shrimp
my neighbourhood (?) i practice my importance
you know we hustle to the key of life
moving weed and white before we learn to read and write
so f-ck a tutor pay attention to my shooter
f-cking me today but next she be f-cking luda
we assholes with fast cars and cash flow
my last load was gift wrapped by castro
i did it all but the blow was my specialty
mental telepathy directly in my recipe
ahh, 2 mill on my second home
still stepping on a couple bricks of that methadone
i got a method for getting money like rza do
resurrected big poppa in the physical
reincarnated the realest i’m getting revenue
10 mill borrowed from my peers in the federal
and thats several for slinging in atlanta
but the way they dress you never knew
thought they seen a better view
but the feds had a rap name reginal
that put em on a pedestal the conviction was incredible
the moral of the story was
aint no happy ending for a thug
i think of tupac, i think of biggie now
look how they getting down, i went and bought a 50 cal
we all go when we gotta go
my glock hole bigger than nicki minaj camel toe
so let the panel know we back, the commission intact
teflon don and all black for filling contracts
i’m only here to supersede my successors
rip paul castellano, myer lansky, bumpy johnson, al capone
t-roger, tookie williams, carlo gambino and last but not least john gotti,
teflon don,
(ross, ross, ross)
[end]
Spoiler!
Man, I love this chorus~
I'm writing it from memory so it might be a bit wrong. XD
曇天- DOES
曇天の道を傘を忘れた
歩く彼女は、雨におびえてる
ので僕も弱虫ぶらさげって
空をあおぐ！
I think it's a bit wrong, BECAUSE I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND IT.Quote:
Originally Posted by Queenofmuffins
War Is My Destiny - Ill Bill feat. Immortal Technique and Max Cavalera
Quote:
[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
They killed my entire family
Murdered and tortured, raped and pillaged
I was only five and I was the only surviving witness
My entire village burnt to the ground
He wore a serpent in his crown
Unhappily committed murder with a frown
In an army of black-hooded fiery-skulled generals
And a sorcerer that could cast spells that’ll change your genitals
Held me in slavery till I turned eighteen
Killed my slave master, five years later became king
And I slain dragons and ate stakes during famine
Had the seeds of war planted in a dirty tavern
Had the seeds of presidents killed in a burst of anger
And had their parents bleed to death on the floor of a dirty bathroom
I watched their palaces burn, I seen the ashes of my comrades
Returned to their family in an urn
While a proud child remembers his father that died
The cycle continues with vengeance alive in his mind
[Chorus: Max Cavalera]
Refuse, resist, war is my destiny!
Disorder unleashed, war is my destiny!
Chaos, A.D., war is my destiny!
Under a pale grey sky, war is my destiny!
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
Yeah, yeah, I was an angel before the thud of the stars fell
Cast with the sternum from Satan into the pit of hell
Our beloved leader forced to be a bottom-feeder
The great deceiver that promised victory over the monkey lovers
We took a vulturous structure and traitor, fell upon em
We ripped his skin off and crowned a new son in the morning
A new president to lead our corporation
The vengeance on God and Heaven’s domination
But I seduced the daughters of man and made the Nephilim
I demanded human sacrifice from the rest of them
I became the spirit that tortured and protected them
And I built them the tower of language that collected them
And then the Lord cried, water falling out from his eyes
And my children died drowning in the tears from the sky
And it was then that Satan crawled back to me with a plan
A design for the ultimate corruption of man
See back then we used to set the chosen ones on fire
You really think God only sent a single messiah?
And so we allowed the birth of many prophets on earth
And since the followers were human they were born with a curse
They began to claim superiority to their brothers
And for eighty-five thousand years conquered each other
And when they prayed before battle they were praying to me
Killing in God’s name cause war is my destiny!
for now this is my favorite:
PARALYZED - by Rock Kills Kid
This feels like another dream
Trapped underneath my own routines
I tried to lift it off of me
I give up, I give up
I just sit and bleed
I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
Stuck in the middle
And I'm paralyzed
Arms and legs in between
Caught inside a stupid dream
Look for her, but cannot see
I give up, I give up
There's no time to believe
I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
Stuck in the middle
And I'm paralyzed
I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
The only way to cope
Is to realize
This feels like another dream
Everyone grabbed ahold of me
Pulled from every side of me
I give up, I give up
There's nothing left of me
Arms and legs inbetween
Caught inside a stupid dream
Look for her, but cannot see
I give up, I give up
There's no time to believe
I'm paralyzed...
I'm paralyzed...
I LIKE THE LYRICS ALOT ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVE MY BAD DAYS.
COOL RIGHT? :D
Quote:
Originally Posted by eldvinowen
^ Very good classic Metallica song.
Bold is because you misspelled it.
One of my favorite songs from off of Jay-Z's The Black Album:
"What More Can I Say?"
(Are you not entertained?)
(Are..you..not..entertained?)
(Is this not why you're here?)
Uh, Uh, Huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru...Lets go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
[Verse One]
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
These fucks
To lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't...paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like...CLUCK
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
Plus i know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in...New sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few Diva's
What more can i tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
[Chorus: Singing]
What more can i say?
What more can i do?
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My Life
(Look at my life)
(See what i see)
[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about
Flying birds down south
Moving wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stuntin on hoes
Brushing off my shirt
But ain't nothing on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yea faithful
Even if they patrol i make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Chrys case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live i can't let a day go
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day i rest
And i don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Makes my cycle complete
What more can i say Guru play the beat, I'm leaving!
We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'mma snap my fingers on this one
What more can i say to you?
Get my grown man on
LET'S GO
(What more can i say?)
[Verse Three]
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a Billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if i don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like i ain't on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewing it
This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, Two and i won't stop abusing it
To groupie girls stop false accusing it
Back to the music
The mayback roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'mma ride
God forgive me for my brash deivery
But i remember vivily
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a Pickaninny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze until your forhead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blast for me
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would i ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what i embody
The soul of a hustler i really ran the street
I CEO's mine
That marketing plan was me
And no i ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And i ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact i went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence
On pop culture
I supposed to be number one on everybody's list
We'll see what happens when i no longer exist
Fuck this
(What more can i say?)