Posted November 24, 200816 yr have any of you guys heard the new album by Kanye ? definitely dl it, its comparable to pink floyd imo
November 24, 200816 yr have any of you guys heard the new album by Kanye ? definitely dl it, its comparable to pink floyd imo It really, really isn't
November 24, 200816 yr have any of you guys heard the new album by Kanye ? definitely dl it, its comparable to pink floyd imo obviously a bs post, no nigger can ever create anything close to the work of floyd. ban all trolls, filling up the forums like this.
November 24, 200816 yr Yeah, beatles blow major chunks...can't stand those idiots...and Led Zeppelin and G n R piss me off too...look like a bunch of cross-dressers...bunch of overrated crap bands.
November 25, 200816 yr Author lmao Kanye's new album is sick and it is comparable to pink floyd's dark side of the moon... and ishbu your an idiot, led zeppelin isn't an overrated crap band, considering in their whole career only had 1 single that ever played on the radio.. not to mention undoubtedly has one of the greatest drummers of all time
November 25, 200816 yr Kanye is an overrated crap band. Pink Floyd is an overrated African American. Edited November 25, 200816 yr by De3emon
November 25, 200816 yr yeah kanye sucks. if im listening to rap i want it to be gangster hardcore shit. not some pussy kanye fag garbage
November 25, 200816 yr "Hit 'Em Up" [Tupac] I ain't got no motherfucking friends That's why I fucked your bitch You're fat motherfucker {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a player But I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for your jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How I'll leave you Cut your young ass up See you in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night (ha ha) Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, see [Chorus:] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh Who shot me, But your punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You motherfuckers know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track You all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on you bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of you Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of you nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up [Chorus] Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine niggas think they learned to fly But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But it's funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha) Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now it's all about Versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenario Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is you Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You're a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh) Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run (ha ha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You're fucking with me, nigga? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion Well this is how we gonna' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker. My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow. You motherfuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but killers And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist fuck 'em. We Bad Boy killers. tupac is da bestest
November 25, 200816 yr tupac is da bestest fuck tupac, Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Krayzie: Dear Mr. Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood. Nigga, no love. Me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down. Follow me roll, stroll down East Ninety-nine. Gotta find these roll hoes. Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood, I'm a real thuggish nigga, so a I would have to kill you, so die. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter. Pain, nigga got too fucked up. Bang. Takin' no shorts, so fuck you, man. Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies. Kill 'em all. Send them hoes up in flames. Krayzie insane to the brain. Hey, we slay niggas who think we play. Nigga, me deadly with the gun, (we shoot, they be dead), and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for dead. "I'm here. Kill 'em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said. Gotta put one in your head. Bang. We comin' to serve ya. Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda. Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Layzie: Will I die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin' in the Land of the Heartless, comin' up daily? Until-a me murder them all, I'm never gonna fall, so I murder them, baby. Get 'em up with a me thugs, see 'em on the corner, and they slangin' them drugs. Givin' up shots out to the glock-glock: eighty-eight through the ten-five, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. Niggas be fiendin', me dealin', (they thought I spit) twelve gauge eruption, and I 'm on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me buckin', and bodies be bustin'. Me killa with a buckshot. I'm a peel ya. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigga down for my crime. Niggas be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. Niggas is goin' insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. So, call it a shame, but what be the thang up off this murder game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful. My twelve gauge just so forceful. So, playa hate when I'm in your town, a nigga me buckin' 'em down. And I'm givin' up peace to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. Drug 'em in gutters, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down. Nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when I'm comin' to serve ya with a nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out, "Murda, mo murda." Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Wish: Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun, leavin' them bodies fucked up. Pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. Nigga, wanna die when fuckin' with Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this bitch? Now you wanna catch some bang, bang? Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang? What is it in me that me feel like I gotsta murder ya? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger, and nigga you die, soldier. Four killas, we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murder. Better pack that five, I'm feelin' like killin', you're dyin' tonight. You don't wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, pop don't stop. We yell about murda mo, finger on a trigger, Mo Thug let go. We straight from Cleveland, clack back, nigga you're bleedin'. You don't wanna fuck with Bone, pullin' that chrome. Now, nigga, you're gone. If you wanna die, bye. See you in gutter, let mama cry. Watch Mo Thug killas pump, pump, put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone. Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda. Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Bizzy: Eternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East ninety-nine, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground, way down. Me ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my thuggish-ruggish niggas, no lies. Druggin' up bloody mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little RIPsta, sinister, kill y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga. Hit 'em up, inside mines be blowin' up, I'm dumpin'. Remember: me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, layin' 'em up off in a coffin, ready to fade 'em, to buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruptions, creep out your seat, would ya? We come to stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin'. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang, bang. Can't resist to bump you, now pow, runnin' 'em all off. St. Clair thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a thugsta stroll, forty-fours still pointed at the po-pos, stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til they out cold, they froze. You know, nigga, we can't be bluffin'. We bang insane. When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain. Mo murda, mo murda come, come again. Come bloody murda.
November 25, 200816 yr Author Jedi Pimp;596317']That's a fucking retarded comparison. Go kill yourself. Lol do yourself a favour and download the album. Do what you got to do, smoke some ganja, pop a couple Oxycontin, or maybe bang a rail off a nice big fat cock but don't forget to listen to the album before you even give me your opinion, let alone post in my thread, thanks.
November 26, 200816 yr Author Jedi Pimp;596348']I have listened to it, so I have provided my professional opinion. It fucking sucks. He cant sing for shit that's why he has to pass his voice through a processor like Madonna and Brittany. I have no probs with his other songs but this album is whack. Also, for even mentioning his name and Pink Floyd in the same sentence earns you an infraction. lmfao i didnt even mention his name in the same sentence but w/e
November 26, 200816 yr http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/pv/Bone%20Thugs%20N%20Harmony-2.JPG If you know who these people are. You know 1/3 of the best rap music ever made
November 26, 200816 yr Jedi Pimp;596361']arguing with a Mod. another infraction earned. The only time I've ever agreed with you on giving out an infraction. :o
November 26, 200816 yr http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/pv/Bone%20Thugs%20N%20Harmony-2.JPG If you know who these people are. You know 1/3 of the best rap music ever made Bone thugs?
November 27, 200816 yr Jedi Pimp;596348']I have listened to it, so I have provided my professional opinion. It fucking sucks. He cant sing for shit that's why he has to pass his voice through a processor like Madonna and Brittany. I have no probs with his other songs but this album is whack. Also, for even mentioning his name and Pink Floyd in the same sentence earns you an infraction. does he use one of those stupid nigger voice modulator things like t-pain and akon and other dumb niggers? also i agree, kanye sucks, another artist thats about image and money. Edited November 27, 200816 yr by zombieneko
November 27, 200816 yr Author Pretty much explains most of mainstream hip hop and rap "artists" in general. You can summarize the meaning of every single new hip hop song with the same two or three sentences. i concur, kanye brings a unique style that hasn't been heard before, other than the voice box thingy. the beats he makes are out of this world.. it's like another genre of music... and when he raps he makes sense unlike lil wayne who just throws random words out of nowhere to continue his flow
