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Me Against The World

12 April 2016

Don’t Love me. Hate me.

Author: Erin | Category: NBA|Sport|Tv|Videos

You love me. You love me because I’m Kobe.
Because I’m a five-time champion.
Because I’m one of the greatest to step on the court, but you shouldn’t.
You should hate me. Hate me!
Because I gave you 4 a.m.
Because I pushed you when no one else would.
Hate me, because I demanded greatness.

Greatness demands everything.

“Love me, when you become greater.”


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12 April 2016

Please Don’t Let Me

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

(Please don’t let me)
Die before repenting my sin
(Please don’t let me)
Drink and drive ever again
(Please don’t let me)
Ever smoke meth or crack
(Please don’t let me)
Get HIV with no get back
(Please don’t let me)
Don’t let me fail
(Please don’t let me)
Ever spend another second in jail
(Please don’t let me)
Come this far to fall off
Please don’t let me fuck mine off..

I got vices I like, like vodka on the rocks
Catch me at some Grammy party next to Jaime Fox
I’m not, marriage material, more like Heff
I got knowledge of self, I’m sorta Mos Def
Except, I’m a slut for a pretty-faced bitch
Youngin used to say I got a lust demon trick
Consequences every lifestyle you living
Some rappers got herpes, the gift that keeps on giving
Even worse than that
I seen people go too far and can’t come back
Straight guys tricked by transvestites, sick
Be careful who you let suck on your dick
That bitch might be a boy
I be frisking hoes in the club, I’m paranoid
I don’t exercise and that’s bad with black folks
Hypertension, heart disease, heart attacks, strokes

All my ex girls, say I’m selfish
Shit, we in a recession, I need help, bitch
Rent too damn high, I need help, bitch
Pour the Doc, no pork, but I eat shellfish
And I ain’t looking for beef
But bitch niggas get money, and think shit is sweet
I ain’t taking no L’s, we keeping it street
Both sides pack heat, let the grim reaper reap
And as far as rap concerned
I don’t feel like talking, homie, I’m taciturn
Industry blackball wouldn’t give Ras a turn
But I’m the best nigga rapping, write classic burns
And y’all dickride rappers who don’t even write they own raps
What kind of rapper is that?
Multi-talented, overcame my challenges
Don’t bring me here just to die like Richie Valens did

What up my nigga?
I ain’t even gonna lie, bro
I’m sometimes my own worst enemy
Most times my own worst enemy…


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21 March 2016

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Tv|Videos

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

“You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concreted had damaged petals.
On the contrary, we would all celebrate its Tenacity.
We would all love it’s will to reach the sun.

Well..
We are the roses – this is the concrete – and these are my damaged petals.

Don’t ask me why, ask me how!”

Tupac Shakur


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21 March 2016

Ils Peuvent

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Ils peuvent tuer le révolutionnaire
Mais pas la révolution

Ils peuvent contrer nos actions
Mais pas nos intentions

Ils peuvent bâillonner nos bouches
Mais jamais nos idées

Ils peuvent censurer l’expression
Mais pas la liberté

Ils peuvent stopper la musique
Mais pas nos récits

Ils peuvent pendre le poète
Mais pas la poésie

Ils peuvent tuer le résistant
Mais pas la résistance

Ils peuvent enchainer nos mains
Mais jamais nos consciences

Ils peuvent appauvrir nos poches
Mais jamais nos cerveaux

Ils peuvent asservir nos proches
Mais pas nos idéaux

Ils peuvent effacer nos mémoires
Mais jamais notre histoire

Ils peuvent nous prendre la victoire
Mais jamais notre espoir

Ils peuvent lui raser la crinière
Ils ne prendront pas la royauté du lion

Ils peuvent assassiner le rebelle
Mais pas la rébellion


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17 March 2016

Let Her Go

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you’ll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you’ll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
And you let her go
Well you let her go

Cause you only need the light when it’s burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go


And you let her go…


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14 March 2016

Me, Myself & I

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Oh, it’s just me, myself and I
Solo ride until I die
Cause I, got me for life
(Got me for life, yeah)
Oh I don’t need a hand to hold
Even when the night is cold
I got that fire in my soul

And as far as I can see, I just need privacy
Plus a whole lot of tree, fuck all this modesty
I just need space to do me
Give the world what they’re tryna see
A Stella Maxwell right beside of me
A Ferrari, I’m buyin’ three
A closet of Saint Laurent, get what I want when I want
Cause this hunger is driving me, yeah
I just need to be alone, I just need to be at home
Understand what I’m speaking on
If time is money I need a loan
But regardless I’ll always keep keepin’ on
Fuck fake friends
We don’t take L’s, we just make M’s
While y’all follow, we just make trends
I’m right back to work when that break ends..

I don’t need anything to get me through the night
Except the beat that’s in my heart
And it’s keeping me alive
(Keeps me alive)
I don’t need anything to make me satisfied (you know)
Cause the music fills me good and it gets me every time

Yeah, and I don’t like talking to strangers
So get the fuck off me I’m anxious
I’m tryna be cool but I may just go ape shit
Say “fuck y’all” to all of y’all faces
It changes though now that I’m famous
Everyone knows how this lifestyle is dangerous
But I love it the rush is amazing
Celebrate nightly and everyone rages
I found how to cope with my anger
I’m swimming in money
Swimming in liquor, my liver is muddy
But it’s all good I’m still sippin’ this bubbly
This shit is lovely, this shit ain’t random, I didn’t get lucky
Made it right here cause I’m sick with it cuddy
They all take the money for granted
But don’t want to work for it tell me now, isn’t it funny?
Nah

Yeah, lonely nights I laid awake
Pray to lord, my soul to take
My heart’s become too cold to break
Know I’m great but I’m broke as hell
Having dreams that I’m folding cake
All my life I’ve been told to wait
But I’ma get it now, yeah it’s no debate
Yeah!


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14 March 2016

Fuck Society

Author: Emily | Category: Tv|Videos

“What is it about society that disappoints you so much?”

“Oh I don’t know, is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children?

Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit; the world itself’s just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our burning commentary of bullshit masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy.

Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money.
I’m not saying anything new. We all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books makes us happy but because we wanna be sedated. Because it’s painful not to pretend, because we’re cowards.

Fuck Society.”


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14 March 2016

Many Men (Wish Death)

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Many men wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can’t see
I’m trying to be what I’m destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon’ see
Better watch how you talk when you talk about me
Cause I’ll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Lord, I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain’t dead
I’m the diamond in the dirt that ain’t been found
I’m the underground king and I ain’t been crowned
When I rhyme something special happen every time
I’m the greatest something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles, I’ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper, nigga, go’head lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain’t over

Sunny days wouldn’t be special if it wasn’t for rain
Joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain
Death gotta be easy cause life is hard
It’ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This is for my niggas on the block twisting trees in cigars
For the niggas on lock doing life behind bars
I don’t say only God can judge me cause I see things clear
Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years
I’m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie?

Every night I talk to God, but he don’t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares niggas keep pulling TECs on me
Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me
The feds didn’t know much when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
I ain’t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate, nigga? You can’t read between the lines
In the Bible it says what goes around comes around
“Hommo” shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it’s clear that I’m here for a real reason
Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain’t fucking breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ‘pon me
Lord, I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me…


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14 March 2016

Me Against the World (1995)

Author: Emily | Category: Music|News

2pac - Me Against the World

21 Years Ago Today, 2pac Released His Most Acclaimed Studio Album, ‘Me Against The World‘ (14.03.1995)

“Don’t wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What’s the use unless we’re shootin” no one notices the youth
It’s just me against the world.”

“I got nothing to lose, it’s just me against the world.”


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11 March 2016

Rescue Me

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

So can you rescue me
Because my ship is sinking
And I’m drowning at sea
So can you rescue me, from me
Can you rescue me?

I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it
Using my time for using, abusing my grind
This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music
Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connaisseur
At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime
I would’ve washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid
And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it
That I wasn’t protected cause peer pressure just be like (do it)
But I couldn’t fight through it, the beef started
The streets caught up, at least we didn’t get involved in deceased orders
It’s Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter
Sat it down and made peace over Porterhouse and Piesporter


Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me
Should’ve tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world against me
Soon as I pa-raded, here come the rain falling the name calling
From the cous’ I never met with his hand out like I’m straight balling
Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in
Every time I shoot a move I literally can’t call it
Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it
I just got nervous, let me drink on it
Think I just answered yes but not on purpose
I pass the church and do the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
But I’m only near it, man I need the pastor’s service
I’m drowning cause I’m so tired of treading
So Lord when you get a second please..

I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat
I’m dreaming of being murdered when I’m sleeping
Picture a person beefing, with himself
And it’s even, worse when I’m drinking
It hurts when I’m thinking, me versus my personal demons
I’m reaching for my nine
If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my mind?
And if I go, to the other side
Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young’un thugging son alive
Plus my daughters, them my butterflies, tell my son that I love him
Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried
To take this music to the fucking peak
But I’m still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, that’s fucking weak

Behind the tours and rap fans, hospitals and cat scans
Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man
Don’t know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat
Or how I’m starin’ at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that
I got a soul mate that’s naive, so the thought of me is prison to her
Baby momma that’s crazy and a ten year old who listen’s to her
My fam and friends think I’m the bank
And the way they keep coming back you think I’d got thanked
To you it’s a dream, to me it’s labor, these aren’t monsters, these my neighbors
And we watch each others back, I guess its favor for a favor
Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor so..


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