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Telegram to Hip Hop: Dear Hip Hop, Stop! This poop has gone too far, Stop! Please see that mixers and turntables are returned to Kool Herc, Stop! The ghettos are dancing off beat, Stop! The master of ceremonies have forgotten that they were once slaves and have neglected the occasion of this ceremony, Stop! Perhaps we should not have encouraged them to use cordless microphones, for they have walked too far from the source and are emitting a lesser frequency, Stop! Please inform all interested parties that cash nor murder have been added to the list of elements, Stop! We are discontinuing our current line of braggadocio, in light of the current trend in "realness," Stop! As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality, Stop! Give my regards to Brooklyn.
Post by americanmary on Jul 17, 2008 19:31:50 GMT -5
i got a gnome in the backyard i put him right on the "X" mark he’s supposed to show me where the money is hey wont you show me where the money is? -the spinto band
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused? You got to stem the evil tide And keep it all on the inside
Some of us, We're hardly ever here The rest of us, we're born to disappear How do I stop myself from being just a number How will I hold my head to keep from going under
Post by counterproduct on Jul 24, 2008 9:47:35 GMT -5
When the president talks to God I wonder which one plays the better cop "We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke" "No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke" That's what God recommends - Bright Eyes
I don't want to hear from those who know They can buy but can't put on my clothes I don't want to limp for them to walk Never would have known of me before Pearl Jam
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished With the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics Articulate but still would grab a ni**a by the colla quick
We're heading for Venus...Venus And still we stand tall 'Cause maybe they've seen us And welcome us all, yeah With so many light years to go And things to be found (to be found) I'm sure we'll all miss her so The final countdown....OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It's the final countdown
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished With the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics Articulate but still would grab a ni**a by the colla quick
We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back heaven's waiting down on the tracks OOHHOOHH come take my hand We're riding off tonight to case the promise land OOHHOOHH Thunder Road Oh Thunder Road Oh Thunder Road
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished With the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics Articulate but still would grab a ni**a by the colla quick
Post by counterproduct on Jul 30, 2008 13:35:13 GMT -5
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ’round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin’ in the snow And I turned ’round and there you go And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
On this Friday Night When the feeling alright Rockin rock steady grooves In the middle of the night Everything heated up And no one's standin still With my arm around my girl and a hundred dollar bill
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished With the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics Articulate but still would grab a ni**a by the colla quick
I fly like paper get high like planes If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one down in a second if you wait
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