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Me Against The World

28 May 2016

Around the World in a Tea Daze

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

And we can take this huge universe and put it inside a very tiny head: you fold it…

Hara hara mahadeva shambho
Kashi vishwanatha gange..

Ex maria pie jesu
Ex maria virgine qui tolis
Pie domine domine
Pie’…


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25 May 2016

Mark

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Skin the color of bark
Clothes smellin’ like trees
Diggin’ my earth, find my roots and weeds
My truth bleeds right back in the arm
No scar, but I left my mark
My friend got clean and O.D.’ed, life is just that dark

But life is just that bright
That when the sunset shines
I seen the graff he writes
I’m back tonight, with a sack to light
In honor of the past I write

I’m wide open, with no glass of wine
Stuck in a barrel, I’ll get better with time
While you measure how the pleasure declines
I’m stackin’ cheddar while the bread just rise
With my eyes and my ears glued here on my grind, cutty

Creepin’ on a come up
No sleepin’ till the sun’s up
Tellin’ secrets to the drum thumps
Pledge allegiance to the blood pump
Until I leak my last liter, here’s my one love

And all these angels got their guns up
But no fear when my teeth and my tongue touch
I am here, and I speak for the young bloods
Who’ve seen the flood, and they drug all the anchors up
And set sail through the world, in the name of trust
Hard work, and the crux that it made in us

I’m ’bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust
That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up
I’m out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up
One crow, one eagle on my shoulders
And my eyes hold the light that approaches..


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24 May 2016

Letter to Pac

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Dear Pac if you can hear me speak, I really gotta know, is there a heaven for a G?

Although we never met i’m feeling like I know you, you live through your music I relate to your struggle, see I was in the cell cut of from the world feeling how you felt, just me against the world, spit into the camera-yeaa thats something I would do in a court room on trial fresh out the hospital alot of things changed in the game since you clocked out suge ain’t tuff no more he got knocked out, real niggas out numbered 99 to 1, im alone it feels like im the last one. because im from were im from I took bigs side I can’t lie but your music was the soundtrack to my life, im honest its deeper than just rhyming I never crossed past without a couple things in common see I dont give a fuck like you ain’t give a fuck same bandana same middle finger up love my niggas and catered to no bitch, im on one mission and that is to get rich tell me were I fit im cut from a different key I keep it real I ain’t fit for this industrie cocksuckers and liers they not men to me its no love they motivated by jelousy none of these niggas is wat they pretend to be,, lord protect me from my friends not my enemies they sleeping on me they thinking that I won’t shine but I made it this far without a co-sign just me waving my black flag watching niggas mimiking you and I just laugh I know how it feels to try to change ure life, but theirs still some niggas I wanna stick my knife in,damn- but thats another story, another song it was an honor to finally meet the outlaws who can they compare me to if not u dont follow let other niggas do auto tune im from brooklyn but theirs real gs everywhere and on the shelve theirs a snitch on every tear it ain’t about east cost or west cost to all of my soldiers lets make a toast to fallen comrads and thugs too I need them to love me how they love you straight to the top is where ima be I would be lying if I say u ain’t inspire me…


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20 May 2016

Many Miracles

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

And it’s been twenty something years
Growing up upon this planet
Tryng to learn the way the world turns
And how I’m going to manage
Without caring a ton
And get to bandage up the damage
Heart made of flesh but my head is made of granite ROCK
I’m just a man in a box
Except I got a couple of windows and a door that locks
And a chair where I sit and collect my thoughts
Unless I come home and find me a goldie locks
The grizzly bear that didn’t get no sleep (during the winter)
Now he’s standing high on two feet (looking for dinner)
But the forest barren the city it’s the only place left
Populated by humans consuming until they face death
All with they different beliefs on who has made them
What does life mean? What’s the right thing?
And when you die are you leaving or arriving?
I take a breath and feel the high just from surviving


I know you’re asking of your life what does it all mean
I know I’m asking when I write what does it all mean
These trees grown upon the ground just to all breathe
And you’re trying to name the god creating all things..


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16 May 2016

Moment of Truth

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

No matter what we face
We must face the moment of truth, baby…

They say it’s lonely at the top in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
Nobody’s invincible, no plan is foolproof
We all must meet our moment of truth..

The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with could set you up and wet you up
Nigga, peep the language, it’s universal
You play with fire it may hurt you
Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through
Let’s face facts, although MC’s lace tracks, it doesn’t mean behind the scenes there ain’t no dirt to trace back
That goes for all of us, there ain’t nobody to trust
It’s like sabotage, it’s got me ready to bust
But I can’t jeopardize what I have done up to this point
So I’ma get more guys to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we’ll die
You know I be the master of the who, what, where and why
See when you’re shining, some chumps’ll wanna dull ya
Always selfish jealous punks will wanna pull ya
Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket
Cause they love it to see your ass squirm like a worm
But just as you’ll receive what is coming to you
Everybody else is gonna get theirs too
I ain’t no saint, therefore I cannot dispute
That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Actions have reactions, don’t be quick to judge
You may not know the hardships people don’t speak of
It’s best to step back, and observe with couth
For we all must meet our moment of truth

Sometimes you gotta dig deep when problems come near
Don’t fear, things get severe for everybody everywhere
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil
The situation that I’m facin’ is mad amazin’
To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations
Now I’m contemplating in my bedroom, pacin’
Dark clouds over my head, my heart’s racin’
Suicide? Nah, I’m not a foolish guy
Don’t even feel like drinking or even getting high
Cause all that’s gonna do really is accelerate
The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate
But wait, I’ve been through a whole lot of other shit, before
So I oughta be able to withstand some more
But I’m sweating though, my eyes are turning red, and yo
I’m ready to lose my mind, but instead I use my mind
I put down the knife and take the bullets out my 9
My only crime was that I’m too damn kind
And now some scandalous motherfuckers wanna take what’s mine
But they can’t take the respect that I’ve earned in my lifetime
And you know
They’ll never stop the furious force of my rhymes
So like they say, every dog has its day
And like they say, God works in a mysterious way
So I pray, remembering the days of my youth
As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

“You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free!”

Yo, I got one lyric pointed at your head for start
Another one is pointed at your weak ass heart
Now if I pull the trigger on these fully loaded lines
You’re gonna wish I woulda pulled a black 9
I mack dimes, crack the spines of the fake gangsters
Yeah the biting trifling niggas and the studio pranksters
Yo, looking at the situation plainly: will you remain, G?
Or will you be looked upon strangely?
I reign as the articulator, with the greater data
Revolving on the tascam much doper than my last jam
While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphors
I explore more to expose the core
A lot of emcees act stupid to me
And we have yet to see if they can match our longevity
But anyway, it’s just another day
Another fake jack I slay with my spectac’ rap display
Styles, smooth but rugged — you can’t push or shove it
You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it
The king of monotone, with my own throne
Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones
Storming your hideout, blocking out your sunlight
Your image and your business were truly not done right
Throw up your He Allah Now Divine Saviours
You got no hand skills, there’s no security to save ya
No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y
I came to bring your phony hip-hop to an ending
My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse
Cause you must meet your moment of truth..


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10 May 2016

Black Beetles

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me
Someone’s watching me, this love ain’t proper B
Thinking I could be dead…

And I guess we them little black beetles
This won’t attract the singles
And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles
I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it’s still legal
Reading through cathedrals applied to my cerebral
They ain’t built they feeble, driven by the ego
The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people
How many lives will they take today? We ain’t equal
Another world war sequel and doomsday prequel
This ain’t the world we thought it was when we as in pre-school
Sometimes it’s hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I’m see-thru
Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you
Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts
I won’t say I take it back, because I worked hard for that
But this life ain’t turn out to be what it seem
Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream
Got me..

Who would’ve thought a marchin’ Martin could spark a starvin’ artist
Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey
Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly
Smoking herb with just Marley and me
This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree
Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave
That’s mother nature for ya, uh
Patient and sagacious
I ain’t gon pay shit watch she ain’t gon say shit
Now that’s respectable cause most women expect the dough
Accept it though, words of the wise through them rhythm-wrecking professional, exceptional
Half man, half extraterrestrial
They got me..


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06 May 2016

Canal St.

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day (hustle)
I hustle every day in life thinkin’ back
Takin’ packs up the block, them older niggas said I couldn’t (hustle)
Man fuck ’em niggas, I’ll be back, strapped back pack
Bitch, I’m flippin’ work, hand in hand, I think they call it track (hustle)
Racin’ laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack
Face the fact, there’s always niggas out there, tryin’ to knock the (hustle)
I guess that’s why they say we trap, don’t let niggas hold you back
I’m just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in
So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male
Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin’
Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch
I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff
On my tux, chauffeur pullin’ up, no if, ands or buts about him
I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spend on Goyard
Used ’em once, couldn’t give a shit, damn or fuck about ’em
Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion
Smokin’ blunts in front of public housin’
Wildin’ ’til they throw me in them cuffs
Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers
Diamonds shinin’ in the frames
Changed the game and made them say (uhh)
Ain’t no limits to this shit, life’s a flick, you’re stickin’ to the script
My life is like a movie, they should film me through it
Take a pic, be sure to frame the shit, forever me, was always G
Way before this famous shit, y’all just pretend to do it..

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah!

Rap game like the crack game, swear it’s all the same (hustle)
Whippin’ soda through the pot, watch it bubble
Flexin’ muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you niggas how to (hustle)
Sellin’ coca on the charts, watch it double
Uh, takin’ meetings on my bus, this shit my mobile office
Gettin’ head while at my desk, this shit my oval office
I remember when I got a hundred for recordings
Now the sum of my performances, just put me on the Forbes list
Fuck jiggy, I’m flawless, fuck pretty, I’m gorgeous
Your favorite rappers’ corpses couldn’t measure my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
Heard the people want that raw shit, but y’all be talkin’ bullshit…


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06 May 2016

R.I.P. Afeni Shakur

Author: Erin | Category: Music|News

R.I.P. Afeni Shakur

R.I.P.  Black Panther Afeni Shakur..

“Dear Mama”

Dear Mama


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06 May 2016

Hamdoulah Ça Va

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Moi Hamdoulah ça va
Hamdoulah ça va, ça va, yeah
Hamdoulah ça va, oh
Je te dis Hamdoulah ça va, ça va, yeah
Hamdoulah ça va, oh
Tout le monde fait “ooh”
Tout le monde fait “ooh”

Moi hamdoulah ça va, moi ha-moi hamdoulah ça va
Les keufs frappent à la porte ? Papa, ton fiston n’est pas là
Quand j’avais les pieds dans la merde et les keufs dans le rétro
Les menottes serrées comme la ceinture quand je prenais le métro
Les premières classes, j’en connaissais qu’la compil
Bois d’Ar’, Osny, Fleury, Nanterre, numéro un des ventes par cantine
GSP on perd de l’héroïne dans les WC
Quand j’rappais dans la cave avec Doc AHWC
Le frigo vide, comme les seringues devant mon bloc
De Trappes entraient dans l’rap comme la BAC ; sans faire toc-toc !
Toc-toc – Qui est là ? C’est ce fils de pute d’huissier
Ne prends pas les toilettes, le sky me donne envie de pisser
Même au mitard à seize piges, j’dis Hamdoulah ça va
J’fais souvent le mal mais j’espère mourir en faisant la salat
Le soir dans ma cave on coupait du shit en lamelles
On envoyait des équipes quand t’envoyais des e-mails
Yeah, je viens de loin, rien à foutre de ton Rap Game
Sur l’autoroute du succès, le Diable roule en BM
Yeah, quand ça va bien on ouvre des bouteilles de champagne
Quand ça va mal, on ouvre des crânes avec des bouteilles de champagne
Jamais lâché de larmes devant l’juge, même sans avocat
À l’aise dans ma cellule comme un poisson rouge dans un bocal
Pépère en Twingo, trop farhan en BMW
J’ai connu des meufs vierges et des meufs RW
J’ai mis des rottes-ca, nique sa mère Bugs Bunny
J’suis sur le ter-ter, pépère, il m’faut une Kharba Bruni
Pleure pas maman, ton fils est devenu un soldat
Et malgré les coups durs de la vie, j’dis Hamdoulah ça va!


Ouais gars, tout va pour le mieux tant qu’il me reste quelque chose à donner
Quelques phases pour les refrés : La rue, on la connaît
J’ai grossi mon style, et mon flow je l’ai chromé
Impossible de m’détrôner car je n’suis pas au sommet
Yeah, on tient les rênes et plus question que l’on freine
J’ai du lithium dans les veines et pas de la coke dans le zen
J’mange des pierres pour que mon coeur s’endurcisse
Refré la route est longue, et puis sont rares ceux qui résistent
À treize piges, j’volais des vingt pouces seul
À dix-sept ans je m’arme et puis je braque des CL
Le ness-bi c’est ma life alors nique sa mère le taf
On construit pas sa retraite avec les aides de la CAF
Tandis que j’me baignais dans la merde, rêvait d’tout pèt’ dans mes garres-ba
Maman a dit “T’es sur la bonne voie, donc ne t’égares pas”
J’ai continué ma route, jusqu’à présent sans aucun doute
Mon coeur est dans les airs, faut qu’j’y arrive coûte que coûte
Malgré la haine, les peines, les douleurs que l’on sème
Certaines couleurs déteignent quand l’argent ouais les mène
La vie va vite, trop vite, et toi tu veux qu’je freine ?
J’ai pas besoin d’être attaché pour sentir mes chaînes
Les jaloux j’les laisse sur la bande d’arrêt d’urgence
J’ai pas beaucoup d’essence, j’espère avoir beaucoup d’chance
J’ai du poids sur les épaules et trop de gens comptent sur moi
C’est la merde ici, à part ça : Hamdoulah ça va!


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06 May 2016

Thank You Kobe!

Author: Erin | Category: NBA|Sport|Videos

Players from around the league give their thanks to Kobe Bryant and describe what he’s meant to the game as we say farewell.

Thank You Mamba!


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