Jul
14
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Freeway - What We Do feat. Jay Z & Beanie Sigel
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We still hustle ’til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It’s a cold winter.
Y’all niggaz better bundle up
And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion just to rock it down…
You hot now, listen up.
Don’t you know cops’ whole purpose is to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain’t got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom…smilin’…
Cuz when the teeth stop showin’ and the stomach start growlin’
Then the heat start blowin’
If you from the hood I know you feel me (Keep goin’…)
If a sneak start leanin’ and the heat stop workin’
Then my heat start workin’ I’m-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin’ while he out in the open…and I’m-a get him
We gotta raise our kids while we livin’
Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit ‘em with the Smif ‘n…
But I’m never snitchin’ I’m a rider
If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I’ll be wylin’ til they pick me outta line-up…
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
I’m not tryin’ to visit the morgue but Freeway move out ’til I sit with the Lord
‘Til I…get my shit together, clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin’
And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin’ mayne…
Still deliver the order mayne!
And I ain’t talkin’ bout chicken and gravy mayne!
I’m talkin’ bout bricks ‘o ye-yo, halves and quarters
4 and a halves of hash you do the math
Swing past us scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit’ a thug that rap, you do the math.
He won’t blast ’til my stacks in order mang!
Exactly.
Jul
10
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Nas - Project Roach (Feat. The Last Poets)
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Yeah, yo I’m creepy and crawling
In your sink or your toilet
I’ll be drinking from your spit
Anything cause I’m more less an insect with four legs
People come and i fake dead
Correction I got eight legs
Climbing on top your plate bed
Where ever I smell food
It could even jail food
Stale food thats molded
A roach is what I am fool.
The ghetto is my land fool
I’m a never be able to fly like a bumblebee
Try not to be underneath
Your sneaker
Pitiful creature
I’m not afraid of your pesticide or ray
Cause in heavens my creator
I love it when the lights off
Eating from same knives forks
From any mans dinner
See my antennas
You can’t win
You cant stand the crunchy sound i make if you squash me
Learn to live with me
How much your roach motel costing?
You and the city
But yo we everywhere
Check your house I bet we there.
Exactly.
Jul
1
A heart that’s full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won’t heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t, they don’t speak for us.
I’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silent.
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
BONUS VIDEO: Radiohead - No Surprises
Exactly.
Jun
23
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Do Or Die - Po Pimp (Twista’s Verse)
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Well a motherfucker might be broke and shit
and ain’t collecting no dough from tips
But I be spitting mo’ game than a mouthful of poker chips
to get them hoes with the open lips and the provoking hips
and never gotta tell her many lies
Have em looking in the city skies, get up in the kitty’s thighs
cause I’m blessed with a look of innocence, good sex
peanut butter complex and some pretty eyes
Pity cries on my strategy side, yo when outta he gotta be
right, that’d be to flatter me right?
But if the head that bomb, c’mon suck a nigga dick
Members of my click, wanna see what that’d be like.
I know you wanna try it out, to the rhythm of a high hat
Don’t be bogus and deny that
I done got a hold of dem my fellas on the train
while she lie back, now motherfucker can you buy that?
Where your ride at?
On the passenger side of your hoe
Tryin ta come up on another G
The broad all up under me trying to smother me
Lookin love-ly while I roll another B, suddenly
She learned that I don’t deal with emotions
But when we in the room she rubbin me with lotion
Coming like an ocean coasting have a cig thinking
me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
The word that was never said
Twisted be giving women dick in the bed, until they sick in the head
And if I ever leave whoever dead
They ain’t tricking the Feds or spitting game but it’s chicken and bread
Kicking them legs in the air like a playa do
Then belittle in a day or two
After words I’ma slay a crew
Now that’s some pimp type shit that B-Low and AK’ll do
Wearing gray and blue
If a hoe wanna holler then you a playa if you hit them ends
and get the dividends
But you a pimp if you can get the same hoe to wanna freak your friends
Cause I studied P-I, M-P, ology, but logically
Be learnin these hoes biology, obviously, well…
Exactly.
Jun
19
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Lauryn Hill - I Find It Hard To Say (Rebel)
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Damn this woman is beautiful.
Ok, yeah, alright…
I find it hard to say, that everything is alright
Don’t look at me that way, like everything is alright
Cuz my own eyes can see, through all your false pretenses
But what you fail to see, is all the consequences
You think our lives are cheap, and easy to be wasted
As history repeats, so foul you can taste it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
His life so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives so incomplete, and nothing can replace it
Fret not thyself I say, against these laws of man
Cuz like the Bible says, His blood is on their hands
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say, is rebel
While today is still today, choose well
And what I gotta say, is rebel, it can’t go down this way
Choose well, choose well, choose well…
…choose well, choose well, choose well
And while the people sleep, too comfortable to face it
Your lives are so incomplete, and nothing, and no one, can replace it
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
And what I gotta say, and what I gotta say
Is rebel… rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel
Repent, the day is far too spent, rebel… rebel!
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up…
Wake up and rebel
We must destroy in order to rebuild
Wake up, you might as well
Oh are you… oh are you satisfied
Oh are you satisfied
Rebel… ohhh rebel
Why don’t you rebel, why don’t you rebel?
Why don’t you rebel?
I’m fading myself down now…
Exactly.
Jun
17
This is one of those classic songs that can be played back to back with Biggie’s One More Chance and not put one bump in the vibe of the party. Back when the “mobster” image was in style and rappers out of New York rapped about achieving wealth with more style than the watered down lyrics of today. But enough reminiscing, here’s the classic 2nd verse of AZ’s classic song - Sugar Hill:
Verse 2:
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i’m a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain’t
promised, I’m as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i’m all in store ta see my
dreams
AZ - Sugar Hill (CLICK TO DOWNLOAD)
Exactly!
Jun
11
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Notorious B.I.G - Notorious Thugs (Biggie’s Verse)
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Armed and dangerous, ain’t too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it’s strange to us
Y’all niggas be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaurants with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game’ll do to you
Been in this shit since 92′
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike, shit
Not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo’ game, talk yo’ shit
Grab yo’ gat, call yo’ click
Squeeze yo’ clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas I got ta fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you’ll take B
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
I’ma tell you like a nigga told me
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Shit, lyrically, niggas can’t see me
Fuck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch ‘fore you caught yourself lovin’ it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin it
Doesn’t it seem odd to you
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who’s the killa, me or you?
Exactly.
Jun
9
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt 2 (Prodigy’s Verse)
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I know, I know…this is a cliche verse right? But you would still be surprised how many people front like they know this verse word for word when it comes on in the club. So quit your mumbling and learn the verse you new jack.
P.S - HOLD YOUR HEAD PRODIGY!
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official Queens Bridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose.
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit’ your nose bone.
You all alone in these streets, cousin.
Every man for they self in this land we be gunnin’
And keep them shook crews runnin’
Like they supposed to.
They come around but they never come close to.
I can see it inside your face
You’re in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they’re whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it’ll be your very last time breathin’
Your simple words just don’t move me
You’re minor, we’re major
You all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player
Don’t make me have to call your name out.
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots’ll make you levitate
I’m only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain’t nothin’ really
Ayo dunn spark the Phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive I don’t know, go figure.
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldn’t choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation.
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you.
Exactly.
Jun
4
After coming across the Elliot Smith studio footage and hearing his rendition of the classic Beatles song Because, I was reminded how simply beautiful that song really was. The song was written by John Lennon but is normally credited to both Lennon and McCartney.
Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round
Because the wind is high it blows my mind
Because the wind is high
Love is all, love is new
Love is all, love is you
Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue
The Beatles - Because (CLICK TO LISTEN)
Exactly.
May
30
PICTURES WITH WORDS: Lil’ Wayne - Dr. Carter (2nd Verse)
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Leading up to the highly anticipated release of The Carter 3, many people were turned off by the fake snippets that leaked earlier this week. But hopes went back up when the official tracklist leaked, and now…I gotta blog a verse from this dope ass song…
Verse 2:
Respect is in the heart
So that’s where I’ma start
And a lot of heart patients don’t make it
But hey kid
Plural, I graduated
Cause you can get through anything if magic made it
And that was called recycling, are we reciters of it
Cause you just like us, so you say you just like it?
Some say its biting but I say it’s enlightening
Besides, Dr. Kanye west is one of the brightest.
And Dr. Swizz can stitch ya track the tightest.
And Dr. Jeezy can fix you back up the nicest.
Arthritis in my hand from writing but
I’ma doctor they don’t understand my writing
So I stop writing, now I’m like lighting
And you ain’t fish him so don’t clash with the titan
Fast and exciting
My passion is frightening
Now lemme put some more vocab in your IV
Here take yo Vicodin, like it and love
And confidence has no budget
So pay me no mind, I don’t walk it like I talk it,
Cause I run it I don’t do it cause I done it
And I’m in the emergency unit
Lil’ Wayne - Dr. Carter (CLICK TO LISTEN)