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Name: Wilson
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Sacramento
Birthday: 4/13/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: If you can name it, I prolly don't like it :P
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| Obie Trice feat. Akon- Snitch
Okay, to all the fuckers that think I've forsaken Xanga for Myspace,
them niggas are fucking right. But you know what they say about
your first love, you can leave her, but you can never forget her.
That's why I'm coming back to my first love periodically. Look at
it this way, Xanga's that girl you love to kick it with but when it
comes down bump and grind, you really really just want the lights to be
off and not for romantic reasons either. Myspace on the other
hand, is the trick you'd secretly tape so you can show off to the
boys. Well with that perverted porno reference done, I'm gonna
get down to business right here, with the lights on...
I commit to this with the due diligence/Of a constipated senior citizen
trying to discharge excrement/My intelligence often gets mistaken/For
the gibberish of an escaped mental patient/Straight jackets can't hold
me, my resources infinite/But having females wrapped around me, that's
definite/Sucker MCs can be all about material shit/I'd rather rip you
in battles like soldiers that enlisted/Ya'll can just do this, whatever
card suits ya flavor/I'm the king of hearts, even your girl says I'm
her favorite lover/I hear your demos being blasted bigger than Moby
Dick's whale hole/You just my "little brother" cuz you in the "Minstrel
Show"/Give it a lil time, they annointed me to bring rap justice/Cuz I
relate to all races, my own or its different/Just dish it, I'm
different cuz I'm straight honest/When I finish my set, the crowds
screaming for more/They love me in my hood, even they'll say it's a
concrete eyesore/Why you talking shit when they don't see you there no
more?/I only see you're face posted up in the liquor store/Where the
cashier writes "don't take any more checks from this whore"/Ya'll
straight sensitive like an ass rash/The only workout you bitches get is
from Lamaze class/You can't go hunting when you scared the bears/Cuz
when one start roaring/You shit your cartoon underwear/Real heads know
who gave mixtapes shine and glow/That's why we showing you love, R.I.P
Justo!!!/Why you writing rhymes at work tryna to blow/When you can't
even get my order right at McDonalds?/You out your element trying to
fit in this place/Because you just asking for someone to R.Kelly your
face/Lil Kim just came back, you rushed to welcome her home/Your
plastic obsession got you fiending for her silicone/I don't condone
this/I can run off 300 bars with one thought and one breath/I'm
obsessed with advance, culture, and progress/I'm for advancing hip hop
culture into a global conquest/300 bars can wait another night/So I can
give you lames a chance to fight/
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| This thing has been my venting ground for almost 2, 3 years now. It hurts to say it, but it's RETIRED!
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| Arctic Monkeys- Fake Tales of San Francisco
Still alive, still kicking. Busy with work. Busy with school. Busy with trying to succeed. Good night.
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| Juelz Santana- What The Game's Been Missing!
It's been a while since I updated this shit with some fire; so check this out:
It's been too long since I heard anything of substance/Even if I was born in the birthplace of slang lingo ebonics/Oakland/I can yadada mean ya'll til my last breath/I can speak in tongues and ya'll understand til we reach our deaths/But if I spit no substance ya'll gonna pretend to be deaf/And not even give me a minute to listen/Well open them drums up really listen/Ya'll might see Negroes on the streets/I see Martin Luther King's reflection/I was born with yellow skin but that ain't a sin/I was raised where race don't matter we was all the same/Broke, hungry and desperate for a new beginning/Those who lacked long term vision turned to corner hustling/A few survived, stacked bricks, turned out tricks/Most got caught/Buried 6 feet deep/Or locked up being somebody's shower bitch/I was lucky to escape the guns and drugs/Hookers and thugs/But them days stayed with me when lunch might've been the only meal/When most kids was playing with friends in treehouses I was forced to see what's real/Now I'm grown, realized that my heart and my mind is my only home/Learned it's lethal if you ever gave up hope/And while I can stack chips like this/I flow because it's in my blood to be a poet/Check my DNA/It'll tell you Do Not Antagonize/Because if you do then you brought you're own demise/I ain't the only person to have lived this out/Tried and true/Them other cats refuse to amp they voice/Well I'm gonna do this for them too/In Philly they be shouting it/Early!/In Cali/I yell out one word that's real/Family!/ | | |
| Anthony Hamilton- Ain't Nobody Worryin'
Fuck it when I sleep I dream of nightmares/It's scenes of destruction and disdain/It's crimson pain/With drops of crimson rain tearing down my cheeks/It's a life I never imagined or desired/But it's the result of chasing after what I admire/Instead of loving within/I ran after the impossible again and again/It's the pain I took/The pain I looked/Fuck it's like the pain I cooked/And served to myself/Helping and helping/Finishing and asking for seconds/It's a fucking 5 course mean called depression/ | | |
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