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yeah, cool story it's like "when u r in da hood u gotta b aware of everythin" But Saigon is THAT nigga, just read some shit 'bout him 5 min ago... How he was in jail, what jail niggaz think about rap niggaz... like that kind of shit. |
btw, my server won't let me open your link |
pity the story is the same but more vivid in Saigon's words that's the forum I'm sleepin on I ain't ever check news sites, just go there |
and where is Noorska? Tryin to imagine diss on us, but recognize that he's wack... |
yeah, sure :D he probably says he was alone and there were 20 muthafukas in ninja gear and swords against him, and he fenced with a rusty shank he forgot to throw away after his jail time. After he screamed "pass me the soap and spread yo legs, biatch!" they all ran away, leaving behind their cellulars, pagers, car keys, wallets and 20 kilos of platinum jewelery :D |
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There were 2 of them, only two against bunch of niggas, that's cool, that's spirit, I know from my experience, such things happened... |
Noorska затонул глубже "Курска" Took a hit in the kisser and went down Затупил со старта, включил дурку Loud bark - no bite, what a fucking clown! |
Obie Trice got shot in the back of his head while driving. Some car just gained on him and somebody fired a shot. He's alive and well (under the circumstances), but last time i checked doctors cannot tell if the bullet can be removed from the skull. that's some fucked-up-American-way sh!t. |
fuck I catch a thought that I can't rhyme till I get a ignition on something Noorska - we r waitin |
o-o-ohhh poor Obie, don't care much of his music, but... If u pose yoself a thug u gotta be aware of such kinda shit... "Niggas I'm still grindin here I'm still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights..." on "Love Me" he outshined both Em and 50. like that joint |
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o-o-ohhh poor Obie, don't care much of his music, but... If u pose yoself a thug u gotta be aware of such kinda shit... "Niggas I'm still grindin here I'm still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights..." on "Love Me" he outshined both Em and 50. like that joint |
nigaz Wachu hating on aaaaaa tell me that :confused: :o |
naXa, you got dissed right da fuck out of here. this is no way to re-enter for anybody with at least a little self-respect shut da fuck up and get lost ... again |
to Mozzy, ait ait bra. Na offense. It just not ma style. Though Nas's affirmative action is what i like better. what a fucken flow. Catches me up straight anf the I sit n vibe... to Mega hey yo, mang !!! What up with that review? Can I get a glimpse of it at all. My mail you got it up in ya PM box.:D |
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yeah, right, if you re-enter you gotta make it harder coz it goes like you got dissed and still posing smarter |
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heard that too. crazy shit. I cannot belive how folk can catch a slug with his dome and still stay alive. Someshit happens. driveby shooting. how muck i like such shit:bomba: |
This place has become a SWAMPLAND Nobody wanna brawl with us coz we strand None participants whatsoever, they got a new trend On-line watchers, simply bystanders What the fuck? It ain't no rapshop. We not rhyme-vendors Bitches flee when we get deragatory.... deragatory .... deragatory Afraid to spit back, our rhyme is purgatory.... purgatory.... purgatory Got a rope that i'll use to strangle We are pack of explosives KDM triangle It s not like your pussy triangle We gon hit that from crazy angles We gon chew you up like an ESP Then spit back out, dehydrated, well-prepared like a DSP When we serve you our shit, untreatable with ICU Gonna wanna plot on us? I see you through...... Where'z lil paxa i wanda? lil piece of shit need fucking :D |
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Ответьте мне пжлста на один вопрос!!! Кого из англоязычных исполнителей вы уважаете? :miha: :miha: :miha: |
Штурман, их очень много. Глянь по ссылке в моей подписи, там найдёшь развёрнутый ответ ;) 2 kormega: had a SNAFU with my home PC, and my work PC won't let me open the "reply" page. anyways, your Nas review is going to be the next one out on that page (unless the editor gets funny, which is highly unlikely). |
MOZ, Send me the link with my review IMMEDIATELY!!! Wanna show it to my friends:) 2Demise: man, sure u can glimpse my fuckin Street's Disciple review... But if u ain't got the album, it will make little sense... Anyway u can decide to spend money on it or not... 2 Штурман East Coast shit, NY shit man, if u feel anythin 'bout it... |
ay men r u fuckin dead? |
2 kormega aiitt man, it don't matter if i dig SD or not. Just give me the review. Wanna check it out too. 2 mozzy hey, man i'm chilling. no urget biz. all dead at illbitch. Ain't evev feel like struggle over loddy-bitch lame shit. I will every now and then pop in to spit some crazy shit on em bitches. What up wichuu? |
2 DEMISE check yo private man |
f@ck! my hard drive sounds like it's dying of lung cancer! I'm burning to DVDs whatever i have on the hard drive. the review is ready, but not sent to the editor. will do that tomorrow when i bring this file to my workplace. incidentally, page 21 and 22 of this sh!t won't open from wy work computer (yeah yeah yeah), so don't get worried if i disappear once in a while. |
2 mega yo, son, thanx, was nice reading ya shit. Ya good very good Russian. Real style. to both you men take no offence, folks, but I just don't get ignited off Nas's Illmatic , and, moreover, Street disciples is shit. Worst album ever. However, though, I fucking like his It was written. Affirmative action is the shit that give me real vibes. props |
Ay Moz, my man, I can't wait... If my review finally appears on ur site, I'll be 1 of da happiest... I remember how I had found Illmatic link couple of years ago... And d/l it... Fuck after years of reading how good it is I got an opportunity to check it by myself. And I was not dissapointed even on 0,5 %... Was happy as fuck:) Just as now 2 Demise ok, man, let's quit 'bout Illmatic. Maybe u'll got its flavor lil later... I don't know... Check Live Nigga Rap on IWW... pure raw hiphop "we mobbin puttin niggas in mausolems..." Mobb Deep was so cool years ago... |
fuckin computers always have some problems... this shit doesn't work, this shit doesn't open... hate it |
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you'se a notebook crook with loose leaf beaf the backseat criminal who pass the heat to somebody who blast the heat man, it sounds bad on the pad what happened in the streets... who is it, who knows?:) |
you'se a notebook crook with loose leaf beaf a backseat criminal who pass the heat to somebody who blast the heat man, it sounds bad on the pad what happened in the streets... who is it?:) |
who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or fellon? were makin' sells or watch the niggas sellin'? you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid them you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'... and this?:) |
fuck, then this 22nd page gonna ends? maybe u would open 23rd, Moz... |
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[Sampled Intro: same outro from Poet Laureate] Uhh I dont understand how a writer could ever get writer's block, so called My problem is having too much.. and being unable to get it down... [Canibus] Yo, why is the ripper so ill? That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal! He said "One of these days, all eyes would be on me when they look up in the sky and see the neon C" Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity For more then 10 centuries, impressions and memories the first time the machine inventor will mention me Canibus was a visionary indeed he believed light could travel in multiples of C The organic supercomputer that solved the mysteries of Clan Calusa with 2 blue metric rulers Liked Cool J, but thought Stephen J. Gould was cooler and he never liked to propagate rumors Smoked Canary Island cigars liked America, luxury cars and beautiful Asian broads He had a strong mind, he used to philosophize about rhymes while he was pruning his Banzai He claimed that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time but he would never take it out his archives He wrote 2 songs per day and was constantly was experimenting with his wordplay In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey he got an F but he deserved an A I followed his career from the first day it seemed the lack of support contributed to his inert ways I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays with deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame" Public humiliation was the worst pain he was spinnin out of control like a class 5 hurricane He said he wouldn't want another MC to suffer the same Especially when there's nothing to gain He was the illest alive but nobody would face it he spit till his toungue was too torched to taste, it properly funded corporations carbon dated his latest creations to extract the information They found it utterly amazing they claimed the body of his work was the same thing as a priceless painting Never mattered to him, the art galleries hated him cause Thomas K.K. called, said he would take 10 Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in language with sound but without shape or signature Kept files in his garage, on MS-DOS in a fire-proof pod, he thought it was odd Outside there was a shed with an Oppenheimer lock he apparently kept more wax then Madame Tussaud's We were in total awe, cause it blew our minds so many rhymes that were intricately designed He WAS Poet Laureate of his time and if you dont mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes [*beat switches*] Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom adjusting the focus of the moon One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more then a subjective conclusion What is the maximum field rate application? the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin affects the population, fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics The juxtaposition of Canibus's position the precision something no other has written Way above and beyond what was intended the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence You didnt go to college obviously I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league you couldnt possibly be hotter then me Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees, you'd squeeze but the condensation makes rifle barrels freeze Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece Your counselor advised you not to speak my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better" even though it sort of urked me He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me Couldnt understand what I mean by ill unless you try to translate what I print to film This is the line of will, the circle of time the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 line Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied Ive personified dry humor of cum-laude alumni A wise man sees failure as progress a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multi-lateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scourn are a disasterous tool from an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2 my attitude is fucked up but abrogable Different methods interpreted into different forms from entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms Not to spit in the palm theres much more involved theres much more pieces of the puzzle for you to solve 48 orders of mechanical laws and rays of creational cause, enhance the cadence of my bars Maybe I am self-obsorbed but thats the effect, to find the cause you should ask my A&R Today is what it is, but only because yesterday was what it was permitting you heard of Beezlebub A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club with the DJ doing the needle rub Chances are you'll never see me son yeah I know my names Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub [*beat switches*] I came to holla at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump, where you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic, they wanna beat me up its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but ive seen enough Really unbelievable stuff theres a lot of times where I wanna speak but I'm stuck I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home My imagination is my own delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram and become "Cani-millenia man" Grave my back with the emperor's stamp been spittin scientific rap since the 17th century began Tryna' escape the wicked empire of Def Jam and the land where lyrics are bland and heretics hang Every warrior has an axe to bury but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain" I fought to regain, control of the plain, but went up in a ball of flames and got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame For two bars I kept hearin in my head over and over again, it cost me everything [*beat changes back to the original beat*] I'm convinced now that more then truth is at stake Where people create language that pretends to communicate Euphamisms are misundertood as mistakes but its a bi-product of the ghetto music we make From an extroverted point of view I think its to late Hip Hop has never been the same since '88 Since it became a lucrative profession as a misconception in the movement in any direction as progression Even though of the potency of it lessens big money industries writing checks to suppress the question And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store ever since the influence of Moore's Law But I stay in the lab, like Niels Bohr his son Aage, Edward Lawrence, and Leo Szilard Lyrically I take rap music and turn the knob to the right full throttle and added panache Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth? That's like me telling myself don't tell me what to do Dialysis and analyses of battle MC's sometimes I say things I myself can't believe My lyrical is so skillfully eliptical I can understand how it makes you miserable You wonder why I never let you play your beats for me or why I keep my studio shrouded in secrecy You wonder whats my infatuation with Alicia Keyes "Canibus why dont you speak to me?" Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song that features me That's why I said it so vehemently You need to replace the hate with respect I'm probably the best yet, Poet Laureate!!! [Sampled outro] Generally I take.. I go with the given.. ya know with what comes to me .. over the celestial wireless .. whenever it comes, you're lucky when you get it.. |
[Cormega] Spank, what'chu doing? I know you up there In heaven with a pretty angel braidin' ya hair Eatin ya sunflower seeds drinkin ya beer All I could do is wish you was here, in the physical Super hit me on the two way and left me a message sayin You mighta got killed, it couldn't be real Then reality struck me, nah, that shit crushed me Your life ended, you cheated me outta a friendship Plus we wasn't speakin as frequent I was O.T., you was in Queensbridge Son you know me, it wasn't no secret I wasn't agreeing with niggas motives, shit is corrosive Like rust, who can I trust when niggas is cobras? Yo I spoke at ya funeral, your aunt sang beautiful Ya moms so proud the way the crew came through for you Word son, the love is real Chorus [Cormega] Did you ever lose a nigga you love? Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged This song is dedicated to my niggas above Did you ever lose a nigga you love? Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs? And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged This song is dedicated to my niggas above [Cormega] Blue, I think of you and the tears begin I know you my dog, thats a man best friend My life ain't the same since you met ya end So for you I represent my nigga When I come to Greensborough I think of you Sittin on twenties, sippin on remy If you looked in dudes eyes then you woulda saw envy And maybe you'd still be alive, you hear me son? I mean ya daughter was barely one Too young to understand she'll never see you again Little Ariel at daddy burial Unaware of how much daddy cared for you And I don't gotta talk about the things I'll do Son I got'chu, be easy Ya little girl will never need and never see the treachery this world has to offer Yes believe my nigga, uhh Chorus [Cormega] Mommy, I need you to guide me And help me find a judist among me I know truely you love me I battled no power but the ruler above me And prayed for my enemies aswell as my friends Will I ever see you again? Ma, you was so pretty I'd give anything to have you near me Life is precious like a diamond necklace I need you, to point me in the right direction I'm still learnin lifes lessons, ya my inner essence I'm your reflection as you seen in my conception Through-out my adolesence I was missin you, wishin you would appear in the physical, but you never came Rappers feel they my eqaul, but can't measure my pain That run through me like blood in my veins My life could be a movie, Who am I? a real thug yours truely 'Mega, 'Mega, for all my fallen... Chorus |
Verse 1: (Prodigy) You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef a backseat criminal that pass the heat to somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street? revealing on the vinyl an analog outlaw alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw you thuggin' when the mic's plugged in barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense you wild on the two inch got your platinum plaques to prove it your music's been around the World movin' and it comes right back around on the ground, don't it? now it's time to face your opponent Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at fuck that, not because we have to, I want to I love this shit, the raw is what I live for to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more to see the niggas that can't pay rush the door whylin' on the dancefloor when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence they're just tranced by the advance tranked by the sound bank put under the drum, numbed off of our shit now who you rockin' wit'? them or us deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust Infamous 'till we pass on you laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion defend my confedons nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog as we move through the stage fog I need to bass more so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on.. Verse 2: (Cormega) (yo, back up yo..) Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon? were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'? you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin' you never felt the razor scrapin' your plate your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make you never felt the power of invincibility clutchin' a gun like fuck it dun, it's him or me at your best you was a hand to hand no more than Three grams what the fuck you know about a Ki, man? you never hustled lets get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue? indight niggas so that can be another rhyme for you? you a parasite, you never had a life so you throw other niggas lives in your pad at night it's clever when you write it spoken well for a dude who never been indighted you know the deal mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel and lose appetites when you taste niggas steel my rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill I laced it ill like Cocaine in Scarface's grill your mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill I'm Cormega, raw forever y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens you minor league I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed my lyrics stay official I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal your niggas, they won't miss you my Nickel-plated pistol - got Sixteen shots, you can take 'em wit' you to the coffin or DA's office surgeory, nurses screamin' "We lost him!" life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him if you want beef say no more brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch! |
Heh heh, yea Hahahaha, right Part the crowd like the Red Sea Don't even tempt me [Chorus] We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this) We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this) We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this) We want to kill you (Y'all creeps can't dig this) [Prodigy] Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife This holster's for the autos and foot-long knives Especially for stacks of greenbacks My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain raps Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of this Your anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift My shank do remarkable things for fakeness My whole mob got the same patience Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a spaceship We pack places, Infamous bangs your nation You're light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin Put this in heavy rotation Overdose music, it's theraputic to the user Drive awhile under the influence of this Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links Unpopable, unstopable, topple [Cormega] Yo, yo My drug clientele was bringin' me money well Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good they leave a funny smell Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me To live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin' me Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mango Son you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery My rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecy Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projects Your love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' Thug shit you can't fuck with, what [Havoc] Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet Our flaws, try to get away no gats tossed Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source QBC representive, I'm just tryin to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to your kids Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna live That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash You real? Hit that ass up with 4 wheels The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other rappers You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot shit Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we drop shit You helpless, put your whole shit outta service We don't smoke shit (Thank God for this) Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be assed up Hustlin' for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know) When it come to gats I'm a ho, never bite my tongue Let them playa haters know, how we comin' Straight comin' through while you runnin' Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin' Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a mickey It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me [Chorus] 2x (It's no doubt) We want to kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We want to kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We want to kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We want to kill you (that's right) |
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