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Eppo de Hersendode	Gepost door Eppo op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:18:12
	Ik vraa naar dope tracks met nog gruwelijkere lyrics geen brag & boast shit maar egt die strytellin revolutionary stylo shit. Zet aub de track naam en de lyrics erbij dan kan ik namelijk lekker f die shit lezen enzovoorts ik begin wel Aesop Rock - No regrets Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was joshua, age 10 Bully of the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passers-by They'd ask her why she passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much" Well, well, one year passed And believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk, And she stopped- "Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??" She said: "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away (Chorus: x2) 1 2 3 That's the speed of the seed A B C That's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it Cuz dreamers always chase But never get it Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks And she drew Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch And she drew The mailman, delivered everyday at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (Look!) Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door Just one of the neighbors, Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??" Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much" And they would make a weird face the second the door shut And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece (Chorus x2) Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" Well! The nurse jumped back, She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died. (Chorus x2) 1 2 3... A B C... ---------------------------------------- jews, moslims, christians, what the fuck's the diffrence we all want money drugs and bitches
Jspr	Gepost door Jspr op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:20:31
	als je de track ook upload, is wel lache. ---------------------------------------- http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/6913/laughq.jpg
Master Of Disaster	Gepost door Master Of Disaster op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:21:59
	ik denk dat er kans is dat deze geclosed wordt straks, nogal onzinnig topic aangezien je dit ook in het punchlinestopic kan doen ---------------------------------------- Wie ben je wel niet dat je denkt?!
Eppo de Hersendode	Gepost door Eppo op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:27:59
	Gelukkig weet jij wat het verschil is tussen punchline en gewoon story tellin goeie lyrics stoepid hou je mond gewoon ik heb het niet over Brag en boast lyrics. en ok de track geupload er bij http://rapidshare.com/files/17375320/05_-_no_regrets.mp3.html ---------------------------------------- jews, moslims, christians, what the fuck's the diffrence we all want money drugs and bitches
Huussuh	Gepost door Huussuh op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:36:23
	Steele in Bootcamp Clik - And So Way before this all began Back when I wasn't rappin I was scrappin for ends Stop crime, started rhymin, knapsack and my tims Chart climbin, yall kind can get a ghat to ya ribs There's a thin between what I rep and I live When you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid Don't let it get to the gun clappin and shit Plastic wrap back smack you in the back of ya wig I, make it so you won't get back to ya crib Break ya wrist, never scratch you never wreck it again Take a risk never steal from Steele and Tek again Take the fifth, cock the hammer let it rest on ya chin My dudes destine to win, fuck ya thoughts Wanna brawl dog my team the sports And so ya thinking I'm "The One" like Jet Li Test me Steele will leave you resting sowieso is Steele een kankerheld, altijd dikke dikke rijms die real zijn ---------------------------------------- dap schreef op 08-11-2010 @ 17:52 over 2 maanden weet ik al niet meer wie huussuh is.
Eppo de Hersendode	Gepost door Eppo op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:38:51
	die is gruwelijk ja heel dat nummer is sowiezo tering bruut ---------------------------------------- jews, moslims, christians, what the fuck's the diffrence we all want money drugs and bitches
Monn-E Vitamine E	Gepost door Monn-E op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:45:59
	Inderdaad, And Sooo, die sample is gruwelijk ---------------------------------------- Vitamine E: Twitter
Huussuh	Gepost door Huussuh op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 13:54:49
	Van Sean Price uit Monkey Barz Aiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker My little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack Fuck you paw, you can't rap Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne I'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons Y'all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps My niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back Yo... you kidding me duke Walk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot (Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon Eat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan damn, hoe hij die eerste 4 lines bosst, dat is wat ik noem rijmschema's en flows masteren. [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 13:59:20 ] ---------------------------------------- dap schreef op 08-11-2010 @ 17:52 over 2 maanden weet ik al niet meer wie huussuh is.
Eppo de Hersendode	Gepost door Eppo op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 14:03:52
	zal ik er dan maar nog 1tje doen virtuoso - the reaper Hook] If time dont fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind and the rain then maybe things will be as they were except after death there will be no pain, for a change still I wonder why, if we can laugh and cry get high and pass the lie, why do we have to die? because there's two sides to life the dark and light pray that your god dont stop your heart tonight Since I was a toddler I'd ask my father if were all gonna die why do we bother trying to go farther than the last martyr exploring more of the earth than man has chartered? it gets harder everyday just for starters the greedy don't barter they just steal and starve ya' thank god I, caught this like Gary Carter or Tim McCarver and learned I gotta think smarter we oughta, take advantage of the part a' the refined design we find we're offered cause time bends like the bow of an archer my mind tends to be grim like Clive Barker cause when your caught in the web like Peter Parker you'll see the mark of the reaper is even darker than the heart of a black -hole that's unchartered swallowing bright light rays the sun started [Hook: 2x] It's inevitable that death will get you whether a sick chick with AIDS sex you or a clip spit and weapons wet you if it can happen to best friends and Seanie's gone I wonder will tomorrow be the day that mommies gone my greatest dream is she win her fight with the cancer taking each day by day in life is the answer they told her she had only few months to live but she didn't give up, a few years later here she is still alive and it gives me the illest vibe loved gramps still he died I'm itching to kill a guy why, so many pussies frontin', they trying to push my buttons faggots that's good for nothing always wanna prove there something your mother had to carry you for nine months but I could bury you by squeezing a nine once so be sure to the core before you take a life cause someone had to give birth, nurture and make a life wake up to feed and love a screaming baby late at night so take my advice, two wrongs don't make a right I've danced with the devil by the moonlight while death swept fingers on the harp and played a tune like I don't fear the reaper, neither do the sun nor the wind or the rain but death fucks with your soul like ether you come to take my life I'll put a slug in your brain... [Hook: 2X] ---------------------------------------- jews, moslims, christians, what the fuck's the diffrence we all want money drugs and bitches
Huussuh	Gepost door Huussuh op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 14:21:29
	Big Pun in Onyx - Shut Em Down (remix) Yo I�m the livest nigga alive, watch me show you I�ll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won�t know you My squad is supernatural Don�t make me blast you with a Ruger capsule My crew will capture and trap you inside of koopa�s castle I turn ya soon to statue like medusa�s lookin at you Produce the future raps Or subtract you like dudes in math do I�m always moving past you even when I use the bathroom Wipe off my asshole with pages straight out the book of matthew Im lookin at you with my third optical vision I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman Now I�m locked in position ready to rock with conviction Chewbaca�s descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions Tied up submission if you can�t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen Peace to onyx I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom Pay homage and listen to hip-hop�s newest and most volatle addition toen ik deze verse voor het eerst hoorde dacht ik: damn. dit is de meest zieke combinatie van multisequences en flow die ik ooit gehoord heb. [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 14:25:48 ] ---------------------------------------- dap schreef op 08-11-2010 @ 17:52 over 2 maanden weet ik al niet meer wie huussuh is.
Borderline Revolution Of The Open Mind	Gepost door Borderline op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 14:26:15
	Atom Tha Immortal - Acropolis With all of the knowledge of the Egyptians The Jews, Muslims and Christians Mayan civil engineers and Aztec inscriptions Algorithmic encryption in heart of Japan The number of bits my brain transmits you can't scan Shannon Information forming from my mind's command Quantum computational thought changes The finite-states of animation That my brain housing encases ...Deeper than political infiltration of Masons And more amazing than Interpretations of Copenhagen ..Atom tha Immortal's in constellations Took the sword of Orion to cut through the fallacies of the Pagan ...You worship false methodology Making a hidden tautology Into a pillar of biology Mankind didn't result from random astronomy But from a process of Intelligent Teleology ..The bridge, between science, thought and Theology Bridge: We praise the Iron Lion of Zion (x4) Chorus: "G-d that made the world and all thing therein, seeing that he is lord of heaven and earth, giveth to all life and breath and all things, that they should seek the L-rd, though he be not far from every one of us. For in him we live and move and have our being, for we are also his offspring." Them Southern cats ask me "What it do?" While Atom hits you with the Latin Nationalism of Pedro Albizu Campos, the way I drop bombs with them You'd swear I was training Iranian militant men The will of HaShem I could leave your city destroyed Like the a village in the Chiapas after Marcos deployed Son I'm from that IE hustle Where cats'll leave you dead in a scuffle Covered in shells like crab muscle ...Atom aint bad to the bone Atom is bad to the genome Ripping niggas with a freestyle poem And the lyrics I own Honed like a sword in the stone Found a fountain of Living Water like Ponce de Leon Yo Secta'll mangle your rhymes Like a 1000 arrows shot at an angle, launched at the exact same time Hitting the same target with the precision of laser guidance ..Forget kindness, fighting the Secta 7 alliance. (Bridge) Chorus: "Forasmuch then as we are the offspring of G-d, we ought to repent, because he hath appointed a day in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained. Whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from death." [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 14:37:18 ]
Tha_Bre Ondertitel	Gepost door Tha_Bre op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 14:49:28
	Cormega's 2e verse op Dirty Game Often I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirage Disappearing before our eyes We were born to strife Now living in courts decide Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry We was hustlin� but would the jury find me guilty? They seen us strugglin' Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin' We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin' Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are gone We constantly holdin� on, being broke And hopin our phone is our only escape And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere and women cryin niggas going to jail A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears Realizing he's surviving she exhales like Angela Bassett I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addicts ---------------------------------------- I ain't in this just to rhyme great
Teh_Jordy brr	Gepost door Teh_Jordy op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 15:16:29
	tonedeff - porcelain Knowing if I could give you the sky and also the sea But I don't think there's one thing in this world that'll make you notice me Cause you can wield that sword in any direction, you damn well please But you don't understand, that my heart is in your hands And I'm beggin you not to squeeze [V1 - 16] I was ruined in the 7th grade, the pain never changed or went away The memory's ingrained like it was yesterday They're telling me I'm crazed, because I've blessed her name A steady gaze to sweat her frame, If life is just a play, then she was center stage I sent her letter pages on a daily basis That her friend's trashed in waste bins So, if she asks there's just no way to trace this She was reigning queen of junior high and I was faceless Painted bangs and bracelets, and even looked graceful in plated braces I hate to say this but my aim was wasted So, I trained my heart for 7 years while she remained in basics Leading the same parade of babes to places Swearing I held a space in her heart, yet every semester she'd vainly replace it Yet, I waited and displayed my patience Even offered statements of positive advice in her cases of shakey situations But she never associated me with hip relations With bated breath, I just withstood the breakage Like porcelain [V2 - 24] With my hormones racing, praying a for a date on summer vacation Around the time when your body is under renovation You know when nothing really fits? And the girls get bolder, and start looking for older affiliates I hold a silly wish in my mind that she'd willingly kiss these lips, but I won't get Frisky, I get the feeling she'd diss me I'm stil in a risky position - itching to hit a decision To muster up the ambition to make the proposition Desperation became my religion The same way you envision cynics finding Jesus caged in a prison Visiting hours consisted of English Lit & Diction History quizzes on Christians to Mr. Richard Nixon Transfixed in her smile like the other fifty guys She hypnotized, Guess I'm another stickler for pretty eyes I minimized my obsession, never made the confession Even evaded her presence at our graduation procession It was a decision I later regretted Wondering what I could have said and would it have swept her away if I said it Step and Repeat and edit - my thoughts clashed But I regained my lost chance the very day that we crossed paths again I revelled in the opportunity, asked her to go dancing Basking in this confidence that was new to me It worked beautifully! A wild night became a quiet ride home As I broke the silence her eyes roamed 7 years of frustration then hit her ears with abrasion As I laced her with my tale of lust, tears and anticipation Her reaction was a face of fakeness Told me she was flattered, but within a tone lacking any amazement It seemed she'd heard it all before I realized then, her popularity is what I wanted her for I tried to be strong as she hopped out the door But even the hardest hearts break when they're dropped to the floor Like Porcelain ---------------------------------------- Ah, the Canibus Era, when men were men and rappers were nuclear warheads with twin lyrical Pentium chips. Lyrically. -soul khan
Jappie De louter rijm	Gepost door Jappie op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 16:15:11
	Ill Bill - Alien Workshop http://rapidshare.com/files/17396033/09_-_alien_workshop.mp3.html Vindt het echt een dope tekst met een creapy beat die er precies bij past. [Intro - Sampled from "Signs"] The startling footage we're about to show you was photographed by a forty-two year old - Romero Valadares This video was taken yesterday afternoon at his son's seventh birthday In the city of Passo Fundo, Brazil. It was sent to the local news bureau there and sent to us by a sattelite just a few minutes ago All initial opinions are; this is genuine What you are about to see, may disturb you.. [Verse ] Murder forensicles, surrounded by alternative tentacles Extra-terestials step out of starships in pressure-suits Claiming humans were created inside of test-tubes Horryfing with huge eyesockets recemble headwounds Pumpin the protoplasma, jello-like substance Lookin like goldblum in The Fly, but more dusted Don't trust their reptilian tounge They come in peace is what they claim When their true intentions are to have the world in chains Said, they came from beyond the stars, unexplenable Religious people thought they coming was a sign from God They thought these were the Eloheem When the first mothership arrived over the planet, it was a creepy scene A huge hovering metal structure stretching for over 5 miles every direction Blocking perception, every news channel, 24 hour-coverage stopping commercials Doctors, experts, UFO's, crop-cicles, arguing generals in closed doors-meetings Religious cults claiming to know the meaning of these beings Many of these cults claimed to have been abducted Probe-prodded and fistfucked and caught in the tractor-beam and lifted up - Into the lab, strap you to tables, made you endure Series of tests, pushin beyond the limits of stress Wakin up in a cold field naked, barely alive Every inch of your body's in pain, you barely survive Milleniums ago, starmaps were drawn to sand The meanings of the pyramids has long tortured man Pharoahs and Hebrews, Mayans and Aztecs Mathemetically perfect architects the many gods have blessed Hieroglyphics become the blueprint of primal physics Pyramids buried kings screams, tribal clerics Radar-signals from space bouncing off burnt rocks Responsible for the travel in Alien Workshop ---------------------------------------- De louter rijm
die ene kerel SLMEARV	Gepost door die ene kerel op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 18:24:13
	Eyedea Bottle Dreams Lyrics Everyone knew she was a special young girl From her neighbors to her teachers Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius It was amazing the way she could play the violin It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster This one just so happened to be her father See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playin touchy touch And tellin her to keep it hush It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust Fucked her head up, sayin if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us So she'd hide the desire to die But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes Walking around in the only real hell No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin She was too young to even know why [Chorus] And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin 'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow' Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink I don't know why but the bottle always sinks She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks She made that violin sing with so much pain You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations What was once sweet and innocent Is now riding with the phsychotic father Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred Her instrument was a rolly tongue To express the infinite abuse in it's depths At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light She'd retreat to the same place she always did Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live [Chorus] Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long She lost the will to move on Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong Exausted, but stayin strong She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make nothing but sad songs Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles Sick of being daddy's little seceret She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand Just walk with herself, away from the hell Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help It was weeks before they found her dead body Some fisherman reeled it from the water like something from a detective novel Diagonosis: suicide, stemed from desperation Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles Murs Walk Like a Man Lyrics [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 [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 18:31:35 ] ---------------------------------------- smooth criminal on beatbreaks
Monn-E Vitamine E	Gepost door Monn-E op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 18:28:20
	Die wou ik ook nog gaan droppen @ DEK, echt dope track ---------------------------------------- Vitamine E: Twitter
D_Original Sjawel Sjeweet	Gepost door D_Original op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 18:39:07
	Ill Bill - The Anatomy Of A School Shooting gebasseerd op het Columbine High School bloedbad [Verse 1] The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trenchcoat Columbiners did it, dead spoke - bloodred soaked My mind consume the doom as I walk through the school 15 people killed and over 14 wounded My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harrased, an outcast You fuck with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats I've been wantin to murder people Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it And I wanted the world to know when people died why we did it I even killed myself but don't feel sorry for me Feel sorry for your seads as we spread the diesease Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth Dragging my name through the mud when televizing the news A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, is more like me Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me I put my mind to it and what I accomplish's frightening The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think This ain't a game, the nerds that you be fuckin with might flip [Chorus: repeat 2X] It's like this, what's more fun than slice wrist? Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did This is the anatomy of a school shooting [Verse 2] I see dead people, it isn't my fault that they were evil Fuck a favorite I hate everybody equal Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I? Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why - Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous All of y'all under beneath me you don't deserve to live Two nerdy kids is that a crime? why I've gotta be one of the cool kids just to walk by - without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit The teachers let it happen I've even seen some of them teachers laughing That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blastin I wasn't crazy - all of y'all were sick I was the nicest person in the world - y'all were dicks Don't even try to analyze me now you have no chance, back then - maybe you could've been my friend [Chorus] ---------------------------------------- boys dragen uggs, afgezakte skinny jeans voelen zich hip hop in een played out urban scene
Kapowski Ejje et al eheurt? meichie kracht wegleupt kaamp	Gepost door Kapowski op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 18:41:11
	Eminem "Bad Meets Evil" (feat. Royce Da Five-Nine) [intro] [Cowboy] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs couldn't stop em Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen Got murdered in cold blood That ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern And on a quiet night You can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da Five-Nine [Eminem] I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (AAHHH) Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said [Royce] Who hard? yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed the cheek of the devil Intelligence level is hell-ier than treble peakin on speakers in the ghetto Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse And stay over-worked, its like the Nazis in the nations Collaborating, attemptin to take over the earth [Eminem] Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal Above the Law cuz I don't agree wit police either (shit, me neither) We ain't eager to be legal So please leave me wit the keys to your Jeep Eagle I breathe ether in three amounts When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain (He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off Cuz I can't find a decent vain [Royce] The disaster wit dreds I'm Bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough To kill my soul after I'm dead When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter Cuz I serve any stranger wit money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains While slippin bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you Whippin human ass, throwin blows crackin jaws Wit my fists wrapped in gause, dipped in glue and glass I'm blazin MC's, at the same time amazin MC's Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me >From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a avalanche And bust till volcanoes errupt [interlude] phone rings Hello? (Billy) Aiyyo what's up (we're comin to get you) STOP, THEY KNOW IT'S US!! [Eminem] I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (uh-ah) I'm the one who burned your house down (oh) Well I'm out now (shit), and this time I'm comin back to blow your house up And I ain't gon leave you a window to jump out of Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms And when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 18:41:43 ]
Liquid	Gepost door Liquid op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 18:44:14
	Immortal Technique - You Never Know [Verse 1] She was on her way to becoming a college graduate Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play "I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it 'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook - Jean Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night Can't find, a reason why God came, to you and I If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know [Verse 2] Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower We talked about, power to the people and such We spent more time together but it was never enough I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full of tears She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night [Hook] [Verse 3] I went on with my life, college and my career Ended up locked up like an animal for a year Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair Though gone physically, somehow it was still there I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear So I went and visited the building where she used to live The world looks a lot different after you do a bid The way your life done changed While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor "Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said "By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven I thank God at least I got to know what love really was But it hurt me, to see what true love really does 'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993 I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried on August 3rd The story ends without a sequel And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone ---------------------------------------- It's called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.
Kapowski Ejje et al eheurt? meichie kracht wegleupt kaamp	Gepost door Kapowski op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 21:12:17
	Reinhard Mey Title Als de dag van toen Lyrictext Als de dag van toen hou ik van jou Misschien oprechter en bewuster trouw Want toch steeds weer is een dag zonder haar Een verloren dag met stil verlangen naar Weer een dag als toen waarop ze zei "Jij bent m'n leven, staat aan mijn zij" En wat, wat er ook gebeuren mag Ik hou nog meer van jou als toen die dag Ik weet nog goed hoe alles eens begon Hoe vol geheimen was de weg die voor ons lag Een weg waarvan je soms de rand niet zag Maar wat er ook gebeurde, aan 't einde scheen de zon Ik tel de dagen die sindsdien verstreken Allang niet meer op de vingers van één hand Maar ook de tijd kan niets meer van jouw beeld verbleken Al is de weg ook nog zo lang naar ons land Als de dag van toen hou ik van jou Misschien oprechter en bewuster trouw Want toch steeds weer is een dag zonder haar Een verloren dag met stil verlangen naar Weer een dag als toen waarop ze zei "Jij bent m'n leven, staat aan mijn zij" En wat, wat er ook gebeuren mag Ik hou nog meer van jou als toen die dag Ik heb zo vaak geprobeerd je te doorgronden Zoals je in ieder boek lezen kan waardoor En zag na al die lessen toch 't doel versomberen Want vandaag weet ik nog minder dan ooit tevoor Ik heb honderd maal gezien zonder te begrijpen Wat jij nu werkelijk wilde en ook elke keer Als ik verwachtte alles met je te bereiken Kwam weer de wind en blies me weg als een veer Als de dag van toen hou ik van jou Misschien oprechter en bewuster trouw Want toch steeds weer is een dag zonder haar Een verloren dag met stil verlangen naar Weer een dag als toen waarop ze zei "Jij bent m'n leven, staat aan mijn zij" En wat, wat er ook gebeuren mag Ik hou nog meer van jou als toen die dag Verdriet en geluk zijn aan elke tijd verbonden Die in sneltreinvaart en sneller langs ons suist Nog steeds helen de tijden alle wonden Al denk ik vaak aan de dag dat ik leefde in jouw huis Nee, geen enkel uur is er dat ik berouw Al geldt voor mij als troost slechts een herinnering Nog meer dan gisteren wacht ik nu op jou Maar minder nog dan morgen als de dag begint Als de dag van toen hou ik van jou Misschien oprechter en bewuster trouw Want toch steeds weer is een dag zonder haar Een verloren dag met stil verlangen naar Weer een dag als toen waarop ze zei "Jij bent m'n leven, staat aan mijn zij" En wat, wat er ook gebeuren mag Ik hou nog meer van jou als toen die dag
strijker Van 0 tot 10	Gepost door strijker op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 21:26:47
	Uit America loves gangsters van Cunninlynguists: It's 6pm again And i'm tuning into CNN watching marines mow down Crowds with machine guns 16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies And now they're thinking we won't bring peace to these Streets with the same techniques that shit's hypocrisy This ain't Democracy it's a Survival of the Fittest A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness Picture this People can become so blind that their ears can't listen Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition Never done unto others but claiming that they're Christian While God's children are sittin home praying and wishing For answers to their questions Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we're destined Life be a war ain't no time for restin That's why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with Trying to steer my path in opposite on opposite directions That man came went My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax But there's no time to be laxed Because there's a war all through creation God's Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements
D-on	Gepost door D-on op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 21:34:52
	Opgezwolle - veel te ver Sta ik daar in één keer in Jakarta op mijn nikes We stappen in de taxi, Carten naar een wijk En zie meteen het contrast tussen arm en rijk Ik zie kleine kids in een vissersdorp schelpen pellen en hosselen in visjes en mossels En is er effe geen tolk aanwezig, simpel, dan tokkelen we met handen en voetbal over van Nistelrooij Het is een zooitje, een puinhoop, een vuilnis, ik vraag je zou iemand met ze willen ruilen? Kleine kinderen raken tegen hun wil in achter in hun ontwikkeling, een studie zit er niet in Een lekker begin voor de rest van je leven (maar) We zijn niet gekomen om jullie lessen te lezen Geen wijsvinger maar neem eens een kijk in de wereld die draait De kinderen zijn de toekomst. Te ver, veel te ver Je weet niet wat je ziet wij kwamen en namen een kijk in hun leven, BARRE OMSTANDIGHEDEN ! (Herhaal) "Ik liep rond te kijken, in sloppenwijken zag situaties die ik nauwelijks kon begrijpen laat me er over praten, zoveel vragen, hoe is het leven zonder een kraan met stromend water kleine meisjes in de prostitutie, zonder opties, bedelaars van onder de achttien, straatmuzikanten staan langs de weg, in de stank van schadelijke uitlaatgassen, jonge jochies, ze blijven positief, ze nemen wat ze krijgen nooit voor lief blij als ze brood verdienen of liever gezegd rijst is de spijs 3 keer per dag, ik wist niet wat ik zag ik zag opvangtehuizen, voor jonge drugsverslaafden, kids die voor maffiabazen klussen klaren, corruptie, grote huizen naast kleine krotten en je zegt: kan mij het rotten? Fort Minor - Kenji My father came from Japan in 1905 He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch And build a store Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means, Close your eyes, just picture the scene, As I paint it for you, it was World War II, When this man named Kenji woke up, Ken was not a soldier, He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA, That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did, Bacon and eggs with wife and kids, He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran, He moved to LA from Japan, They called him 'Immigrant,' In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei," That meant 'First Generation In The United States,' When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs, But most of all afraid of a homeland attack, And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat, His world went black 'cause, Right there; front page news, Three weeks before 1942, "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin'," Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin', Ken knew what it would lead to, Just like he guessed, the President said, "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away," They gave Ken, a couple of days, To get his whole life packed in two bags, Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags was all they gave them, When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to say to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to live in a place called Manzanar, Where a lot of Japanese people are," Stop it don't look at the gunmen, You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin', If you gonna run or not, 'Cause if you run then you might get shot, Other than that try not to think about it, Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded, Someday we'll get out, someday, someday. As soon as war broke out The G.I came and they just come to the house and "You have to come" "All the Japanese have to go" They took Mr. Lee People didn't understand Why did they have to take him? Because he's an innocent labourer So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them, Every day, every night look down at them, From watch towers up on the wall, Ken couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doin' their job and, He wasn't gonna make any problems, He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that, He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made, But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved, Prisoners of war in their own damn country, What for? Time passed in the prison town, He wanted them to live it down when they were free, The only way out was joinin' the army, And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb, That 15 kiloton blast, put an end to the war pretty fast, Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick, Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, But, when they got back to their home, What they saw made them feel so alone, These people had trashed every room, Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors, Written on the walls and the floor, "Japs not welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside, He, looked at his wife without words to say, She looked back at him wiped the tears away, And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday," Now the names have been changed, but the story's true, My family was locked up back in '42, My family was there it was dark and damp, And they called it an internment camp When we first got back from camp... uhh It was... pretty... pretty bad I, I remember my husband said "Are we gonna stay 'til last?" Then my husband died before they close the camp. ---------------------------------------- En dat is hoe de vork in de steel zit.
Eppo de Hersendode	Gepost door Eppo op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 22:09:02
	The last emperor - Suzi wong de ultieme beeld spraak shit en een te dope liedje over weed te gruwelijk dus I'm looking for Suzi Wong Tell me have you seen her I need her before I step inside the arena We lost touch and let Philly come between us Warrior princess, she's stronger than Xena I know niggas that can't wait to get between her But if you get cold with her it's more than a misdemeanor My homeboy said she was more beautiful than Selena So I let him hit it and he fell into a seizure Caught amnesia from Suzi getting tossed up Fives, tens, twenties it don't cost much Compared to other chicks they all suck Welost touch I heard lately she's dating this kid they callDutch They got off to an incredible start She gave him wild ideas about blowing the charts And when she broke up with Dutch it split 'em apart I guess she captures a man's mind as well as his heart CHORUS Suzi gives me sanctuary She's a place for me to hide A place where we get high What kind of man am I Tell me the truth 'cause I just can't stand a lie I can't find her but I'll still be a man and try For Suzi's affection I'll punch out a samurai Made for admiring, no woman's flyer than She calms me down with a stroke of the violin She brings peace to the streets filled with violence Put down the guns and let the l's start firing Words I speak send the weak into retirement Evel Kanievel styles straight deaf defying men Open the door before I let the empire in Tell me where she is break the code of silence Keeps me hungry she startles and stuns me I went from clean cut to low down dirty and grungy After one pull in some undiscovered country No man could ever stop Suzi from speaking bluntly CHORUS They tell me time and time again that shit is real The slightest touch gives Suzi the illest feel Take one pull and watch her flesh turn into steel I'm seeing red and the stage is like a killing field She got my eyes so tight I can't open 'em No matter how hard I try I can't focus 'em Dangerous rhymes, minds I'll be blowing 'em Far from addictive, ghetto version of opium All my friends as well as my fans Fell in love and gave Suzi total command I tracked her down, I used an intelligent plan That's why I keep my face hidden like the elephant man I'm telling you damn Twisted, but even when I'm sober I hunt Suzi like Sean Connery in Red October Sad to say this relationship is over (it's over) 'Cause when I found Suzi I had to smoke her CHORUS (repeat twice) en dan ook nog Last emperor - Secret wars een te dope ideedie goed is uit gepakt mcs tegen comic helden te dope What if I had the power to gather all of my favorite emcees With the illest comic book characters and they became arch enemies? Inconcievable? Unbelievable? Yet as wild as it seems The Emperor and Stan Lee would coach the two opposing teams Keep it clean no bats no gats guns no interfearance Comic book characters would go head up with raw lyrics Now I take, whoever might be on break from doin tours And have them signed up for the Last Emperor's Secret Wars Sure, for that kind of capacity, you need a crazy large arena that might stretch from west Philadelphia to east Medina If I'm able, I'd put it on pay-per-view through my label And give free tickets to my neighborhood bums with no cable Yeah, that sounds phat, now that we've squared away the propositions Let's begin with the ultimate toughman competion "Let the games begin!" Set it off, it's the fight of the century KRS and Professor X would battle each other mentally With rhymes, these two team captains waste no time Charles Xavier tried to invade Kris Parker's mind He shot a cerebral probe at Kris's mind, but he missed it Professor X taken out by the Blastmaster's metaphysics Round two, new fight, word to life, you gotta see this Locked in mortal combat is Dr. Strange and The Genius Here son, he's no match, let that grafted wizard have it 'My Liquid Sword slashes straight through Dr. Strange's Magic' Another hero down, and now the score is two to zero Gy words from the Genius, and he's still my rhymin hero Now the next fight was conducted in a rough like manner Specifically between Reggie Noble and Dr. David Banner Or should I say the Incredible Hulk when he's amped off the gamma? But Reggie Noble soon became the Incredilbe Redman and slammed him You know how Redman gets when his adrenaline starts pumpin Started schitzin in the ring, so then the Thing tired jump in Ben Grimm leaps into the ring, and after Redman he lunges 'But Reggie Noble dropped him with two Brick City punches!' Rhymes by the bunches, bums get dirtier than Middle Eastern dugeouns Ready to set this like Detective Columbo and his hunches While the ref's clean out the ring, cause the last fight was so intense Let's do a live interview with the brother named Common Sense 'Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense, and Iceman tried to freeze me, So I took him to Chicago and told him to take it easy He couldn't see me with my applejack hat and hightops Colussus and Cyclops, I got No I.D. and Y Not' Good lookin Common Sense, that last album was tight Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight Now the next fight had to be the craziest of all times We got Dr. Octapus 'versus the mighty Busta Rhymes!' Doc Oct versus Busta? Man that stuff is dead He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up agaisnt the dreads 'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octapus, who you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with my dreads, lights out, you'll kiss the canvas' Before my eyes, I see the demise of another superhero Next up is Ras Kass versus Magneto Now anything goes when Magneto battles foes Ras Kass had him shivering, delivering ultramagnetic blows Magneto was now deceased, and a wise man said it best "The sun rises in the east, but they can still set it the west" Now with all these heroes down, Stan Lee refuses to surrender He got Storm from the X-Men, as if I couldn't match the gender Stan Lee shouts 'Excelsior!' Yo, Stan you best to chill 'There's no match for Storm,' I guess he's never heard of Lauryn Hill Now we all kow Storm controls the temperature and weather Started runnin' off at the lip, and L-Boog was like 'Whatever' See she just got home fom tours, she's a bit to tired to spar So she clocked Storm over the head with my man Wyclef's guitar All silence is ceased, out of nowhere comes the Beast Versus Jeru the Damaja, the Black Prophet from the east Releasing rhymes that will pound you into the ground, there'll be no round two Another victory for hip-hop from the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Now the underground sewer system that lies deep below the ring Is where the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Das EFX do their thing Leonardo and Donatello, they both know we can do this 'So kiggedty crazy Drayze hit them both with raw sewage' Now Rafeal and Michaelangelo, those two others who are brothers Brooks smacked 'em with the Das EFX logo, the manhole cover Whether you're plant or animal, vegitable or miggety-mineral Before you step to Das EFX you best be hard like a criminal Taking you back to ringside, just when you thought it was over The last battle was brought forth by G.I.Joe and Cobra Mercenaries and soldiers, G.I. Joe was rollin' thick But I'll get the military of hip-hop, a.k.a. The Boot Camp Click World War Three for '98 in the wake of all these troops I could see general Buckshot goin toe to toe with Duke Salute the captain, for rappin, cause now we know who's hard, Catchin wreck like Steele and Tek going up against the Crimson Gaurd Charging after you, smashin' you metaphorically smashin' through The entire Joe team is O.G.C. and Ruck the Irrational Then all of a sudden I hear this real loud crack! 'The military punisher Big Rock just broke Roadblock's back!' Adding insult to injury to Stan Lee and his team We've got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze! Wolverine you can't hang, when Tical does his thang Paralize you with the venom from the Method Man's fang! This is the final battle as the stratosphere gets darker We got Nasir Jones versus Peter Parker Nasty Nas at halftime, headringer versus the webslinger Illmatic versus radioactive in the rotten apple where the dead linger He cursed the day that spider ever bit him And gave him a copy of the second LP, It Was Written For all up and coming emcees, I've got a question, If I made a Secret Wars Part Two, would your name even be mentioned? Would you make the final cut? I make even the nicest give their titles up Writing rhymes slash fighting crimes like the Blue Falcoln and Dynomutt Stick around for the next battle slash adventure, And if you see Stan Lee, tell him that the Last Emperor sent ya [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 22:11:00 ] ---------------------------------------- jews, moslims, christians, what the fuck's the diffrence we all want money drugs and bitches
Teh_Jordy brr	Gepost door Teh_Jordy op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 22:51:38
	fudoh - dossier 501 ik pak mn hoed op, en ik zet em op mn kop, want de detective die is klaar maar ja nu nog door de storm ik loop met grote stappen om plassen en vuilcontainers want de achterstand van deze wijk is groter dan die van mn lening lichten knipperen en schimmerlichten ineens op waarna ze weer verdwijnen, het donker in van de steeg jo boxbeugels vleesmessen of een chainsaw met leatherface and maniaks, volgers en beesten het zit er vol mee, maar ik ben bijna bij mn huis ik pak mn sleutel uit mn zak en voel een blaffer in mn buik ik kijk omhoog en zie een puntje van een siggie van zn hoofd is in het duister maar het rook ?? naar mn lippen zit in een stoelvast gebonden met mn handen al mn tanden zitten vol met bloed en dartpijltjes steken in mn armen en ik roep, ik schreeuw 'aaarrgggg' en dan plotseling gasbrander achter mn barst, ik voel de warmte in mn nek en heel mn handen verkrampen ik denk 'wat moet ik nou doen, ik ben amper de man die ik ben' zoekend in mn zelf, maar de brandend angst voor de vent ik fakking kapseis en rol op het tapijt door mn eigen fakkin bloedpool en glibber me zo vrij, ik pak een honkbal knuppel, ram die gast op zn bek ey yo dump ik dump je op de plee, je kan de pot op met je fakkin crap ik zet mn kraag op en wandel weer terug op de straat rustig in mn sas, maak ik amper een ?? want dat is dat, ik ben handig en leef voor de zaak madderfakking klappen, alle kanker is even bedaard ---------------------------------------- Ah, the Canibus Era, when men were men and rappers were nuclear warheads with twin lyrical Pentium chips. Lyrically. -soul khan
Eppo de Hersendode	Gepost door Eppo op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 18:21:23
	Jedi mind tricks - uncommon valor [Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz] I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil They send there to Vietnam to kill innocent people My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care We trying to leave the footprints of America here They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win Against the Viet Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh I didn't sign up to kill women or any children For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians Yeah, and that ain't right to me I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines And at night, praying to God that I get back alive And I'm forced to sit back and wonder Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder' In a fox hole with nine months left here Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here [Interlude] (soldier speaking) I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home. (officer speaking) You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country? (soldier speaking) I like being here. I'm ready. [Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man] True story... Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman Skilling, killing, illing I'm able and willing Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing Sex, scampling and booz, and 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 Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit Spit four-thousand bullets a minute Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it I'm in it to win it, get it The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying It's heating up, a hundred degrees The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease" Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees till the rotor broke, crash land, American man Cambodia, right in the enemy hand Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us Them yellow men wearing black pajamas They want to harm us They all up on us Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived I escaped the war, came back But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive Cause in life, God take, God give die verse van ra is te erg die flow en shit damn ---------------------------------------- jews, moslims, christians, what the fuck's the diffrence we all want money drugs and bitches
TC rapper SVA dodelijke shit mijn teksten dan he	Gepost door TC rapper SVA op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 19:04:24
	d-on woord naar opgezwolle maar vooral Fort Minor - Kenji ---------------------------------------- overdedreven dang
Borderline Revolution Of The Open Mind	Gepost door Borderline op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 19:19:43
	One last vein to poke made it too dark to see this Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us So repeat this till I'm sick and I won't feed this To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this As a little kid taught to follow Jesus Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists So when I speak words that I don't mean It's like I'm only in a cloud to wonder what serene is Unable to wake and delete the reasons Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it If at sixteen I had started to treat it Till my shit changed whether or not I would need it To trace back to the face before the fetus If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes Clutchin' the bed like she's still by my side part of me died Even when I prescribed still just to be ostracized 'Cuz she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive While no nooses long enough to hang my excuses Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or reclusive The end is close almost no need for money Yet when I wished for death nobody took my life from me If I cannot see what's right in front of me And the lights on there still wouldn't be enough to leave I fixed me when I broke the aggression But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression If I felt emotions I learned to suppress 'em Till I'm ready to sleep I'll have found a place to rest then No thanks to angst I learned my lesson And can erase the face that can't answer the questions
mixxman	Gepost door mixxman op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 19:36:34
	De reden dat ik s`avonds wakker lig Als ik met m`n maten wat ga drinken Iedereen die praat behalve ik en niemand vraagt me wat er is Dan staar ik in het niks..dan is het vaak dat ik je mis Me gedachten blijven altijd bij je Probeer te blijven lachen en mezelf af te leiden Schrijf het van me af de dingen zijn zoals ze zijn De vragen blijven achter maar ik kan het niet begrijpen De reden dat ik s`avonds wakker lig Als ik met m`n maten wat ga drinken Iedereen die praat behalve ik en niemand vraagt me wat er is Dan is het vaak dat ik je mis..Niemand kan je plaats vervangen Me gedachten blijven altijd bij je Probeer te blijven lachen en mezelf af te leiden Schrijf het van me af de dingen zijn zoals ze zijn De vragen blijven achter maar ik kan het niet begrijpen Ik heb zoveel gelachen met je keet getrapt Shit het is als gisteren dat je zeven was De 2e klas of maar streken van lang geleden Het speelt me parttime dat je als levenslaste was bezweken Je leven nam en ik kan alleen maar grissen wat je reden was Wat was de reden van die ene stap die ene dag Die ik niet kan vergeten gast als ik dit had geweten Dan was het zeker anders dat dan jij opeens opslag was verdwenen Van deze tegenslag een veel te harde klap gekregen Ik heb me hele nachten schreel gejankt Dat mag je weten van me Eerst leek het een wrede grap als ik je tegen kwam Maar wacht eens even het is steeds een ander Dit leven is een bitch is wat een levensles is Iets wat met zeven tracks niet eens teveel gezegd is Ik weet het best kid je deed je best Ik onthoud de leuke dingen en vergeet de rest De reden dat ik s`avonds wakker lig Als ik met m`n maten wat ga drinken Iedereen die praat behalve ik en niemand vraagt me wat er is Dan staar ik in het niks..dan is het vaak dat ik je mis Me gedachten blijven altijd bij je Probeer te blijven lachen en mezelf af te leiden Schrijf het van me af de dingen zijn zoals ze zijn De vragen blijven achter maar ik kan het niet begrijpen De reden dat ik s`avonds wakker lig Als ik met m`n maten wat ga drinken Iedereen die praat behalve ik en niemand vraagt me wat er is Dan is het vaak dat ik je mis..Niemand kan je plaats vervangen Me gedachten blijven altijd bij je Probeer te blijven lachen en mezelf af te leiden Schrijf het van me af de dingen zijn zoals ze zijn De vragen blijven achter maar ik kan het niet begrijpen Wat ik nog steeds niet snap Ik kan nog steeds niet kan bevatten Dat ik met lege handen achterbleef in de wetenschap Dat ik je nooit meer leven kan en shit ik kan het weten Het valt niet mee om levenslang met deze last te leven Ik kan niet weten of je ene fack gegeven had Als ik je die ene dag nog te spreken had gekregen Ik heb gebeden dat je was genezen Dat ik je levenskracht gegeven had en leest wat ik je had geschreven Jij zegt alles gaat goed maar ik maak me zorgen Dat jij vandaag of morgen jezelf iets aandoet Je deed al langer vreemder dan die ene dag Dat jij je leven weggesmeten had het maakt me zenuwachtig Shit geeft me stress ik zal je zeker missen Deze crash mis ik meen het echt Ik zou zo graag nog even willen kletsen of chillen met je Maar ik heb deze tekst en dat is alles Me gedachten blijven altijd bij je Probeer te blijven lachen en mezelf af te leiden Schrijf het van me af de dingen zijn zoals ze zijn De vragen blijven achter man ik kan het niet begrijpen De reden dat ik s`avonds wakker lig Als ik met m`n maten wat ga drinken Iedereen die praat behalve ik en niemand vraagt me wat er is Dan staar ik in het niks..dan is het vaak dat ik je mis Me gedachten blijven altijd bij je Probeer te blijven lachen en mezelf af te leiden Schrijf het van me af de dingen zijn zoals ze zijn De vragen blijven achter maar ik kan het niet begrijpen De reden dat ik s`avonds wakker lig Als ik met m`n maten wat ga drinken Iedereen die praat behalve ik en niemand vraagt me wat er is Dan is het vaak dat ik je mis dan lieg ik maar en zeg ik niks! -------------------------------------- Een tekst die me blijft raken. ---------------------------------------- HEIDI, HEIDi, HEIDI, HEIDi, Ho
Borderline Revolution Of The Open Mind	Gepost door Borderline op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 19:37:29
	Immortal Technique - Worker I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission Process the cocaine, paced and play my position Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (sniff) Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials Diabolic - Peruvian Leader Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate And assassinate my predecessor to have his place In a third-world fashion state, lock the nation With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough Poison Pen - Drug Dealer I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect) Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down) My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello We won't stop for you bastards Must choose (?), chop it and bag it Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer Taking pictures and tapping phones Debating snitches and cracking codes Past a couple, blast the fo', Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow And my overtime is where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front On the low with cameras taping ya Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate Out the evidence room (Said with Loucipher) Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you You think you got work? They copping too We control blocks, they lock countries Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?) Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke Players do favors for governers and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared Not prepared to do years like Javier
Finger	Gepost door Finger op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 19:41:00
	Arrested Development - Mr. Wendal Here, have a dollar In fact no, brother man, here, have two Two dollars means a snack for me But it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits That's the poem I wrote for the first time I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate Mister Wendal, that's his name No one ever knew his name 'cause he's a no one Never thought twice about spending on an old bum Until I had the chance to really get to know one Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges Still most of y'all come out confused Go ahead, Mister Wendal Go ahead, Mister Wendal Mister Wendal has freedom A free that you and I think is dumb Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society For Mister Wendal's a bum His only worries are sickness and an occasional harassment By the police and their chase Uncivilized we call him But I just saw him eat off the food we waste Civilization, are we really civilized Yes or no, who are we to judge When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved And killed over a racist grudge Mister Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways But we don't hear him talk Is it his fault when we've gone too far And we got too far 'cause on him we walk Mister Wendal, a man, a human in flesh But not by law I feed you dignity to stand with pride Realize that all in all you stand tall Go ahead, Mister Wendal Mister Wendal, yeah Yeah, Mister Wendal Mister Wendal, yeah, Lord
Spirit sprrrt	Gepost door Spirit op woensdag 21-02-2007 om 20:56:30
	Jiggy Dje in Doorhalen Smoke elke dag baaps stoned als een aap ik zie je vast ook Vaak omdat ik kilo's hasj rook en sigaren als Fidel Castro Je ziet ons na shows blijven plakken en rijms spitten Dan zie je ons vast ook voorbijsprintend de eerste trein missen En pitten is er niet bij als we zitten in de trein Begint de dag met het ontbijt, hasj, wiri, pak 'n liter wijn Bijna thuis ik pak de bus fack mijn strippenkaart kwijt Dan heb ik daar vannacht dus vast al die tips van gedraaid Stipt op tijd thuis, pffhhrrt, dan puin in mijn broek Want die kebab van die turk staat gerand voor dunne poep Van Amsterdam tot Urk, Rotterdam tot Lutjebroek Ik ben op, pak m'n thermoskan en pak om 4 uur 's nachts mijn Cup a Soup Het kan dat hij niet klopt, ik kon de lyrics niet vonden. Maar er zijn mensen als Leyla dus deze is zo verbeterd. ---------------------------------------- I've got my own brand of patriotism, the real meaning of independence.
Tha_Bre Ondertitel	Gepost door Tha_Bre op donderdag 22-02-2007 om 10:47:45
	Consequence op spaceship, te dope I remember havin' to take the dollar cab Comin' home real late at night Standin' on my feet all damn day Tryin' to make this thing right And havin' one of my co-workers say "Yo you look just like This kid I seen in the old Busta Rhymes video the other night" Well easy come, easy go How that sayin' goes No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows I all had that snatched from me And all the faculties all turn their back on me And didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally actually had to face things factually Had to be a catastrophe with the fridgest starin' back at me Cuz nothing's there, nothing's fair I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be takin' no days off 'til my spaceship takes off Big Pun op wishful thinking, echte shit. Yo, Im walkin waters Spit fire and shit hagen-dazs Idolize no man like conan and stand beside the guards Be larger than life, twice as nice as ya idol Pump you with pride, then guide you str8 to hell like the bible Im lible to start manipulatin minds infiltratin clown m out the pitfalls of life entice with nickle plated nine It seems every time Im dream Im in a nightmare of fiend Livin a world of mothers and queens and men would fight fare [fat joe: hell yea!] I wish I could, I wish I could Never forget this whole damn world aint shit Im just a hood Yo I change my life make my wife and get the chance for the pain And physical abuse, give her back her best years Grab my chest hairs, pound my fist on the hard cement Spark the scent, and cloud the sky till my hearts content Repent and vow she be forgiven How could we be proud to live in a world Which condems man, child, to women Child to women. ---------------------------------------- I ain't in this just to rhyme great
Kapowski Ejje et al eheurt? meichie kracht wegleupt kaamp	Gepost door Kapowski op donderdag 22-02-2007 om 12:38:46
	Sims- Osmosis kan de tekst niet vinden helaas dus bijdeze
Critical	Gepost door Critical op maandag 26-02-2007 om 19:30:29
	Fort Minor - Kenji is echt een mooie tekst My father came from Japan in 1905 He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch And build a store Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means, Close your eyes, just picture the scene, As I paint it for you, it was World War II, When this man named Kenji woke up, Ken was not a soldier, He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA, That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did, Bacon and eggs with wife and kids, He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran, He moved to LA from Japan, They called him 'Immigrant,' In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei," That meant 'First Generation In The United States,' When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs, But most of all afraid of a homeland attack, And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat, His world went black 'cause, Right there; front page news, Three weeks before 1942, "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin'," Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin', Ken knew what it would lead to, Just like he guessed, the President said, "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away," They gave Ken, a couple of days, To get his whole life packed in two bags, Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags was all they gave them, When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to say to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to live in a place called Manzanar, Where a lot of Japanese people are," Stop it don't look at the gunmen, You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin', If you gonna run or not, 'Cause if you run then you might get shot, Other than that try not to think about it, Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded, Someday we'll get out, someday, someday. As soon as war broke out The G.I came and they just come to the house and "You have to come" "All the Japanese have to go" They took Mr. Lee People didn't understand Why did they have to take him? Because he's an innocent labourer So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them, Every day, every night look down at them, From watch towers up on the wall, Ken couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doin' their job and, He wasn't gonna make any problems, He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that, He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made, But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved, Prisoners of war in their own damn country, What for? Time passed in the prison town, He wanted them to live it down when they were free, The only way out was joinin' the army, And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb, That 15 kiloton blast, put an end to the war pretty fast, Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick, Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, But, when they got back to their home, What they saw made them feel so alone, These people had trashed every room, Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors, Written on the walls and the floor, "Japs not welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside, He, looked at his wife without words to say, She looked back at him wiped the tears away, And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday," Now the names have been changed, but the story's true, My family was locked up back in '42, My family was there it was dark and damp, And they called it an internment camp ---------------------------------------- zelfs de sky is geen limit voor mij
Bigfoot Wack	Gepost door Bigfoot op maandag 26-02-2007 om 19:35:03
	ja die heb ik op CD, op repeat staan, net als believe me, remember the name en red to black ---------------------------------------- argh
ja-ejaculatieopje-ma	Gepost door ja-ejaculatieopje-ma op maandag 26-02-2007 om 19:38:43
	Lupe fiasco - kick push weet neit wat jullie vinden maar ik vind dit wel een dope track, Uh, what up y'all! Soundtrack what's popping baby? Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco Representing that first and fifteen Jyea, uh! And this one right here I dedicate this one right here To all my homies out there grinding You know what I'm saying? Legally and illegally Hahaha.. You know what I'm talking about? So, check it out [Verse 1] First got it when he was six Didn't know any tricks Matter of fact first time he got on it he slipped Landed on his hip And bust his lip For a week he had to talk with a lisp Like THISSSSS Now we can end the story right here But shorty didn't quit there was something in the air Yea, he said it was something so appealing He couldn't fight the feeling Something about it He knew he couldn't doubt it Couldn't understand it Brand it, just the first kickflip he land it Uh, labeled a misfit, a bandit Kakunk Kakunk Kakunk! His neighbors couldn't stand it so He was banished to the park Started in the morning wouldn't stop 'til after dark Yea, when they said, "It's getting late in here.. ...so I'm sorry young man there's no skating here" [Chorus] And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast And away he rolled Just a rebel to the world with no place to go And so he kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast So come and skate with me Just a rebel Looking for a place to be So let's kick...and push...and coast [Verse 2] My man got a little older Became a better roller Yea, no helmet, hellbent on killing himself That's what his mama said, but he was feeling himself Got a little more swagger in his style Met his girlfriend she was clapping in the crowd Love is what what was happening to him now Uh, he said I would marry you But I'm engaged to these arials and variels And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two She said Bow, I weigh 120 pounds Now, let me make one thing clear I don't need to ride yours I got mine right here So she took him to a spot He didn't know about Something odd in the apartment parking lot She said I don't normally take dates in here Security came and said, "I'm sorry there's no skating here" [Chorus] And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast And away they rolled Just lovers intertwined with no place to go And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, coast So come and skate with me Just a rebel Looking for a place to be So let's kick...and push...and coast [Verse 3] Before he knew he had a crew That wasn't no punk And they spitfire shirts And SB dunks They would push 'til they couldn't skate no more Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more Just the freedom was better than breathing they said Any escape route they used to escape out When things got crazy They needed to break out They head to any place with stairs Any good grinds The world was theirs Uh, and their four wheels would take them there Until the cops came and said, "There's no skating here" [Chorus] And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast And away they rolled Just rebels without a cause with no place to go And so they kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick push, coast So come roll with me Just a rebel Looking for a place to be So let's kick...and push...and coast ---------------------------------------- I fight for desire, Even when I might retire, I still light your ass on fire.
melle	Gepost door melle op maandag 26-02-2007 om 19:46:45
	Quote: Spirit schreef op 21-02-2007 @ 20:56 Jiggy Dje in Doorhalen Sta ik elke dag baapstoned als een aap dat zie je vast zo Vaak omdat ik kilo's hasj rook en sigaren als Fidel Castro Je ziet ons na shows blijven plakken en rijms spitten Dan zie je ons vast ook voorbijsprintend de eerste trein missen En pitten is er niet bij als we zitten in de trein Begint de dag met het ontbijt, hasj, en driekwart liter wijn Bijna thuis ik pak de bus fuck mijn strippenkaart kwijt Dan heb ik daar vannacht dus vast al die tips van gedraaid Stipt op tijd thuis, pffhhrrt, doe het bijna in m'n broek Want die kebab van die turk staat garant voor dunne poep Van Amsterdam tot Urk, Rotterdam tot Lutjebroek Ik ben bepakt met thermoskan en pak om 4 uur 's nachts mijn Cup a Soup Het kan dat hij niet klopt, ik kon de lyrics niet vonden. Maar er zijn mensen als Leyla dus deze is zo verbeterd. zo klopt ie volgens mij. Louis Logic - The Ugly Truth [Verse 1] Yo yo, I hate those filthy fuckin' monkeys And the features that they share with simians Disgusting junkies, welfare recipients They livin' off of someone's money who pays tax and has a life While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites And they have to have a pipe to relax on average nights So their bastard bratty tykes all act like savage types It's the legacy of black and Spanish guys Beg when ?tea and genoas? complacency of dads who have no wives Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights Cuz they go from having lives to having life And I pay to feed their appetites and give them TV's with satellite Those steven-stealing dirty fuckin' heathens dealing dope need to steal a boat And sail their monkey asses back to Africa And seal the coast with giant gates made of steel and bolts So we can try and save the decent white god-fearing folk [Chorus] And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard Hometown battlefield, times is hard Crime is risin', on my horizon And it's getting mighty hard for folks to find a job A lot of folks say that the times is changing But the more things change, the more they stay the same And I don't know where I'm gonna go, I don't know, I don't know [Verse 2] Don't hand me your ethics, just credit this as rude hard speech Cuz I'm not anti-Semitic, Jews are cheap With every breath their breathing through large beaks They're telling more fibs and squeezing four kids into two car seats What a waste of white skin, heartbeats and faces like men Nigger lovers who treat the beast as if the ape was like them They killed to save your Christ and denied that he was God's seed It doesn't come as a surprise that meet the Nazi's I live to see the day that Rabbi's decree their cocks reclipped at birth 'Till there ain't a Jewish dick that works We should take care of the rich half first on Hanukkah And smother out their breath and words with yamakas 'Till they turn to vomiters choking on their manichevitz Menorahs to the foreheads would make some handy weapons 'Cuz there's no room for Plandess, Goldberg, and Blooms We'll just wipe them off the face of the earth [Chorus] [Verse 3] You know who probably hurts us most Those sneaky guys with chinky eyes and the turban folks Godheads who settle on our urban coast I wish that they would drop dead, buying up convenience stores and restaurants Either or they sneaking and I'm tired of the lenient laws Treatin' them like real Americans when after all These rice eating heathens even eat their cats and dogs And that's because their misers, fucking cabbies in a hurry Covered in the stench of curry, and they're awful drivers The law provides us with no means of protection Not even a weapon to stop the evil conception And my people are threatened by the rate at which they multiply Alarming enough to make the true patriots pulses high Cult is like worship, Hindu and Buddhist rituals Our lord Christ returning is grave due to his principles The way they're taking bread from the truly blessed sons I have to say the only good brown and yellow folks are dead ones [Chorus] [Verse 4] I'd like to add lastly, AIDS ain't a disease We should take tainted IV's and jam up the pillow-biting fags ass cheeks And dykes are twice as bad what kinda woman doesn't like to shag No dick for those chicks, what kinda life is that? We got mar tsars fighting for the rights of drag queens and queers Who's sperm's on like germ farms breeding fear The fucking fairies need braziers, high heels, and dick The stuff so scary to even hear it I'm feeling sick Your body parts got a right feeling fit, silly fairy Nobody wants fags and dykes to join the military We'd be better off killing every bitchy lesbian And wimpy feminine men than to let them in Then again I know it seems like I'm the devil's riding henchmen But no one on this earth loves all of god's inventions Not to mention, I got a date to try and talk to Satan And lots of tension, cuz I'm late for my inauguration [Beat stops] [Man talking] Right this way, Governor Bush Best Friends/Revenge zit ook zeer dope in elkaar echt een aanrader dat album (Sin-O-Matic) [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 26-02-2007 @ 19:48:23 ] ---------------------------------------- [url]www.soundcloud.com/wnm[/url]
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