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MaichBlack		#1 Posted : Friday, May 23, 2014 9:08:52 PM
Rank: Elder Joined: 7/22/2009 Posts: 7,841		My favourite verse: Method man from 1:48 But the whole track is dope! Link Never count on making a good sale. Have the purchase price be so attractive that even a mediocre sale gives good returns.
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MaichBlack		#2 Posted : Friday, May 23, 2014 9:15:27 PM
Rank: Elder Joined: 7/22/2009 Posts: 7,841		Never count on making a good sale. Have the purchase price be so attractive that even a mediocre sale gives good returns.
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MaichBlack		#3 Posted : Friday, May 23, 2014 9:22:26 PM
Rank: Elder Joined: 7/22/2009 Posts: 7,841		Never count on making a good sale. Have the purchase price be so attractive that even a mediocre sale gives good returns.
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Chief Guest		#4 Posted : Friday, May 23, 2014 10:47:45 PM
Rank: Member Joined: 12/2/2013 Posts: 387		Common's verse on Respiration (with Mos Def & Talib Kweli) Illmatic
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Dahatre		#5 Posted : Saturday, May 24, 2014 7:45:14 AM
Rank: Member Joined: 12/21/2009 Posts: 602		Maich: Yes indeed! Beginning 1:48 Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand Just like a fiend who took a package and ran Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harrassing niggas in Park Hill For marked bills, ratchets and grams So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop Get this gwop, get the f* out of dodge Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared And keep the works stuffed in they bras This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back And you know we heading back to the top, nigga MaichBlack wrote:** My favourite verse: Method man from 1:48 But the whole track is dope! Link
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target1360		#6 Posted : Saturday, May 24, 2014 9:04:19 PM
Rank: Member Joined: 5/14/2014 Posts: 289 Location: nairobi		i think the notorious big was realy great I find satisfaction in owning great business,not trading them
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Dahatre		#7 Posted : Friday, May 30, 2014 8:43:01 AM
Rank: Member Joined: 12/21/2009 Posts: 602		Not many people can spit like Black Thought: Take a Listen then read the lyrics: How I got over... Uh, uh...uh, uh-huh [Chorus 1: Dice Raw] Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach us, not to give a f* That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care [Black Thought - singing] How I got over... where the people come apart Don't nobody care about cha, only thing you got is God Out here in these streets.. if you get down on your luck You can stand out, with a hand out But nobody give a f* Out here in these streets, every man is for himself They ain’t helpin noone else, it's a hazard to your health Livin life in these cold streets Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets [Chorus 2: Dice Raw (Black Thought)] Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...) First thing they teach us, not to give a f* (How I got o-) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (How I got over...) Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care [Black Thought - rapping] Yo.. When you on the corners, there's too much drama Livin with the police right behind ya It's always more than a slight reminder We livin in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me if it ain’t too much bother Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lyin, and too much fightin I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin They tryin to convince me that I ain't tryin We uninspired, we unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired of livin in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin You just like I am [Chorus 3: Dice Raw (Black Thought)] Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...) First thing they teach us, not to give a f* (How I got o-) That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere..) Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care [Black Thought - singing] Somebody's gotta care.. And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryin to go nowhere Out here in these streets.. We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough, to realize we're on our own Livin life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find? Are we runnin out of time out here? Listen... Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets [Chorus 3 + 1 x2]
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Dahatre		#8 Posted : Friday, May 30, 2014 8:51:18 AM
Rank: Member Joined: 12/21/2009 Posts: 602		Haha.. You target and this baby agree... She stops crying as soon as BIGgie plays.... target1360 wrote: i think the notorious big was realy great
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muganda		#9 Posted : Friday, May 30, 2014 7:30:32 PM
Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,907		I'm sending postcards from my heart With love for a postmark and then, You know that you make me feel like We've been caught like kids in the school yard again. And I can't keep it to myself Can't spell it any better L.O.V.E forever I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard I don't care who sees what I've sent Or if the whole world knows what's in my head. Know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh All the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh All the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh All the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh All the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh All the things I want you to know oh oh know oh oh know oh oh All the things I want you to know.
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Dahatre		#10 Posted : Friday, June 06, 2014 8:27:50 AM
Rank: Member Joined: 12/21/2009 Posts: 602		My continued love affair with the roots The Seed 2.0. Sounds like mpango wa kando...landing etc, lakini its about their relationship with the recording industry. Enjoy: "The Seed (2.0)" (feat. Cody Chesnutt) [Verse 1: Black Thought] Knocked up 9 months ago And what she gonna have she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock'n'roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lot of somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold 'cause one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary is bad In these streets she done ran Ever since when the heat began I told the girl look here Calm down I'm gonna hold your hand To enable you to keep the plan 'cause you is quick to learn And we can make money to burn If you allow me the latest game I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings And the world gonna know my name [Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt] I don't ask, for much these days And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow roots standin' where I'm at Fertilize another behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets mine I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock'N'Roll [Verse 3: Black Thought] Uh-huh Cadillac needs space to roam Where we heading for she don't know We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone I don't beg I can hold my own I don't break I can hold the chrome And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad These streets he done ran ever since when the game began I never played the fool Metter of fact I be keepin' it cool Since money been changing hands And I'm left to shine, but the legacy I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings And the world gonna know my name [Verse 4: Cody Chesnutt] I don't beg From no rich man And I don't scream, and kick, when his shit don't fall in my hands, man 'cause I know how to steal Fertilize another against my lover's will I lick the opposition cause she don't take no pill Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-no dear You'll be keeping my legend alive I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her Rock'N'Roll Oh-ooh break it down, break it down, break down beat [break] I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest I push it naked 'cause I've taken my test Deliver it Mary, it don't matter the sex I'm gonna name it rock and roll I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushin it right If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah I would name it Rock-N-Roll
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