November 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

Grab your Glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me
But you punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit ’em up

[…]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
It’s 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 in the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It’s like a Sherm high, 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 (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
Motherfucker, I’ll hit ’em up

2pac – ‘Hit ‘Em Up’

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October 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

So here’s a short story about the girl Georgina
Never seen a worse, clean young mess
Under stress at best but she’s pleased to see you
With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest
Now it all there started with Daddy’s alcoholic
Lightweight, drinking down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn’t get the heart dere started
Now beat up, drugged up, she’s feeling the strain
She said, “In a rut what the fuck I’m supposed to do?”
Suck it out, start, stop. Keep running through
True, but you try it ain’t easy to do
She been buckle-belt, beaten from the back like a brat
Dunno where she’s going, but she know where she at
So Georgie – it’s time to chain react
But the truth is, you know, she’ll probably fall back
Tears stream down her face, she screamed away:
“When I fall, no-one catch me
Alone, lonely, I’ll overdose slowly, get scared, I’ll scream and shout”
But you know it won’t matter she’ll be passing out
I said gigidy-bigidy-up
Just another day
Another sad story that’s tragedy
Paramedic announced death at 10.30
Rip it up, kick it, spit up the views…

Jamie T – ‘Sheila’

September 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool, boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was

Glory days
Well, they’ll pass you by
Glory days
In the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days

Bruce Springsteen – ‘Glory Days’

August 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

And now it looks to me like she’s about to leave
But as she passes she leans close and says:
My boy you got to keep that chin up
I’m gonna come back here next week for now
Just take my telephone number
Just remember what I told you

I told you how long we’ve got
All the time in the world
I’ve got a thing for you
You’ve got a thing for me

Metronomy – ‘Thing For Me’

August 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

I never felt more alive than riding shotgun
In Klein’s green 5, until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need
(What the game did to my pulse) with no results
And you can treat your nose and still won’t come close
The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts
And I’m just a moth addicted to the floss
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can’t explain why I just love to get high
Drink, “life!” smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I’m in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
I mean even James Dean couldn’t escape the allure
Dying young, leaving a good-lookin corpse, of course

Jay-Z – ‘Allure’

July 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

Man I’m a cold soul, I roll solo, so
So don’t compare me to them other bums over there
It’s like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah
I’m bananas pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair
But I swear, you try to diss me, I’ll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with auto-tune
That last thing you wanna do is have me spit out a rhyme
And say I was writing this and I thought of you, so…

Eminem – ‘Cold Wind Blows’

July 12, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’m a jail nigga
So I face the world like it’s Earl in the Bullpen
You against me, me against you
Whatever, whenever
What the fuck you gon’ do?
I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing
Only nigga that you know that can chill
Come back and get the streets open
I’ve been doing this for nineteen years
Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears
I put in work and it’s all for the kids
But these cats done forgot what work is
[UH-HUH!]
They don’t know who we be
[Lookin!]
But they don’t know who they see, nigga

DMX – ‘X Gon’ Give it to Ya’

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