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David Floyd
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The bottom of a large bottle of beer
Jan 1970 time: 05:29
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50 Cent was around in 1999?
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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50 Cent was around in 1995... it takes years before rappers become big... DMX for example was on NYC mixtapes in 88 but didnt get big until exactly ten years later... like everything else, david, things are popular in the cities for years before they are known in mainstream america.
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Inverse Icarus
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flying too low to the ground
May 2001 time: 00:29
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yo, yo, yo, yo, new york, check it. world wide. unh. ya hear?
yo.
my great gandma was from ghana,
she didn't have a dallah
sittin in a mud hut, puffin marijuana
white man come up an' robbed her
didn't take her sh*t
took her, she didn't wanna.
she got off tha boat, they said welcome to the states
she got kicked in the head by one of the mates
lined up with her brothers n sistahs, in front of the gate
cryin' for her family, cryin' while she waits
whiteys all aroun' her, while they debate
"i'll buy that nigger b*tch" one man dictates.
aaaaand
back in the house, made into a slave
fought for her freedom, whipped to behave
treated like an animal, she was depraved
beaten every night, she was brave
alone in tha world, she couldn't be saved.
the day is over, the white man grins
no one here is punished for their sins
whipped almost nightly, scars on they skins
faith runs out, it now begins
f*ck it, the white man wins.
brought here in a boat, a long time away
our people robbed, led astray
we dealt with it all, come what may
niggas getting lynched, f*cking kkk,
forced for years to simply obey
we don't belong in tha usa.
blacks to africa! back to africa! blacks to africa! back to africa!
... yo.
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Inverse Icarus
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flying too low to the ground
May 2001 time: 00:29
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yo, yo, yo, yo, bad boys worldwide, shoot up some cops, let's burn western society from the inside out, yo. ya hear me? holla back like you got a pair.
unh, yeah.
yo, ***** i needs me some fubu to wear
i aint got no job, no need to dispair
we gotz a thing in this country called welfare!
we pop out the babies, no need fo' daycare
they grow up on tha street, fo life it prepares
i get paid more fo' each kid, those f*ckers must eb unaware
i'll pop em out till i'm a f*cking mizziliionare!
yo, yo, yo
we don't need no f*cking leader
we're f*cking breeders
sit here smoking weed-errrs
uncle sam wont find us, he aint a mind reader
this kids aint gonna be eager
they can get by being meager
who the f*ck needs sobriety?
we ain't f*cking contributing to society
whitey thinks he's so damn piety
yeah, he better step up on the anxiety
we aint actin with propriety
we're gonna sit here and leech off society.
we aint workin, though we got the means
affirmative action be wasted on trustfund teens
goin to college, who needs that scene
i'll just sit here in my welfare bought jeans
gobblin down burritos made of beans
kids turnin tricks befo' they turn eighteen
know what it is? we got inferior genes.
it's not you, we're born to fail
you try to help us, to no avail
affirmative action will not preveil
we dont give a f*ck, hear that detail?
you're paying us not to work, thats the grail
we're gonna weigh on your country like f*cking whales.
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Pekka
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em seu burro dos pais!
Feb 2002 time: 07:29
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This is for my fallen friend. RIP my friend, you left us to soon, but you live in our memories forever.
I remember you until the end of days
together life was crazy but every moment we had I praise
I don't know what the **** you thought and what you fought
when you decided it was enough, life too tough, when reality caught
I wake up in the morning and ask myself who messed your head to desperate, I guess I just have to think and wait
until we meet again and drink champagne, catch up and laugh and forget the pain
I guess that's just the way it is, life is like a quiz you never know what's coming
One day you're there and next you're gone, and the angels in the heaven are drumming
waiting for you to come, and represent where you from
the only ease is that you'll have peace, just a little piece, your soul released
Rest in peace my friend, for we send you away
it was your dream to trascend, my friend, but I can't still comprehend
Too many questions left unasked, truth left unmasked
But I guess that's just the way it is, we still have unfinished biz, I never knew
what this would come in to, no clue, I guess it's not about me but you
Some things will never change, it's strange that we can never again exchange what we had
but I'm glad that we had, the good and the bad
Too early too soon, too much rain and pain
and one afternoon, you get the train and do the insane
Now I see you six feet under and I wonder what's up with you
and how you do, and if the rumours are untrue
I try to figure out who to blame, life ain't a game, and I'm looking for a name
who it was that put you to the edge, forever loyalty we pledge
I haven't forgot, and I got my body full of hatred
and I kid you not, I heard what was said
I ain't violent but I'm already, looking for your demons and planning to take them out I'm ready
Your mom is strong you don't have to worry
and we remain strong to the pledge we don't hurry
as we make sure, that we're secure and there ain't no cure for what the guilty ones have to endure
We know what the ****er did to you, revenge overdue,
he's getting something new, from the you know who
After we're done, the heeling has begun and we regret none
of what we did, took out that kid, did the forbid
He had it coming all along, there's not gonna be a song
of him, we're strong, and when I hear the gong I payback the wrong
that you had the go through, me and my crew
together we grew, we never forget the love we knew
Last edited by Pekka on 01-08-2003 at 06:51
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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you rhymed surprisingly good pekka especially considering english is a second language for you. and a heartfelt topic is always good even if the lyrics are crap but nah you came off better than i thought.
but i got a rule for myself to not make songs about **** i didn't experience and all that (so i won't fall into the usual talking about gang-banging all the time nonsense that aint me) and i did not experience your friend. but why don't you make something? You got basically a rough draft right there. re-organize your thoughts a bit (maybe make your lines all uniform and about 12 syllables for easier flow) and lengthen it a bit and divide it into verses (rap verses are fairly long... you almost never hear rappers spit verses shorter than 16 lines) and then you got the technical **** done and you can concentrate on the topic more and be poetic.
thanks
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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no you didn't, young girl
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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Pekka:
syllables are the sounds you use in words... say these words...
"House" "cat" "dog" those words got one syllable
"brother" "mother" "city" two syllables
"forgotten" "helsinki" three syllables
and why not use Ugric?
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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i assume you can write in your own language better than you can write in english...
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Albert Speer
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Puerile Polemic
Mar 1999 time: 00:29
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i was told to count it on your fingers and i still count syllables on my fingers
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