When I was commin up ruff
that wasn't even what you called it
that's why I smoke blunts now
and run with alcholics
i'm getten threats to me
commin from my enemies
in their dreams
is hell where they sending me ?
have I
lost control or just another soul
a car full of motherf**kers when we roll
sippen on that as I sit back
life as a big mack
brothers come up and say
'you did that?'
brotha take your eyes off tha prize
and even when you getten high
don't hesitate to try
cause you could fall off or stay ballin'
ni**as we all in ?
and all my mothaf**kers callen...
f**k tha World...
The game requires that you stay strong. This especially means you show your manliness your done. Of course there are different ways to do this. The big irony is that spitting poetry is one of them. There are many we can created for this but nobody did it any better than Tupac.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
F**ck the World
Who you callin' rapist ??
ain't that a bi**h
you devils are so two faced
wanna see me locked in chains
droped in shame
and getten socked by these crooked cops and game
f**kin' with tha young black male
tryin' ta stack bail
and stay away from tha packed jails
told tha judge i'm in danger
and that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber
f**k tha World
I don’t share Tupac’s view of the world but I have never been put in jail for rape. You live and learn I guess.
ain't that a bi**h
you devils are so two faced
wanna see me locked in chains
droped in shame
and getten socked by these crooked cops and game
f**kin' with tha young black male
tryin' ta stack bail
and stay away from tha packed jails
told tha judge i'm in danger
and that's why I had that 45 with one in tha chamber
f**k tha World
I don’t share Tupac’s view of the world but I have never been put in jail for rape. You live and learn I guess.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Old School part four
Remember seein Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherf**kin party?
Member how f**kers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
and motherf**kers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)
I remember goin places that motherf**kers was scared to say
they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that s**t was the bomb
Back in the motherf**kin old school ni**a
Remember skelly ni**a? Knockin ni**az out the box, poppin boxes?
Member stickball? Member ni**az to run that s**t like that?
Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?
(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)
The ice cream truck, member all the mother...
Member the italian icey's yo?
Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish ni**az comin down
with the coconut icey's and s**t?
Obviously summer in Brooklyn is more fun than the winter, or not
Member how f**kers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
and motherf**kers would lose they GOD DAMN MIND
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin (Su-per, Sperm)
I remember goin places that motherf**kers was scared to say
they was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that s**t was the bomb
Back in the motherf**kin old school ni**a
Remember skelly ni**a? Knockin ni**az out the box, poppin boxes?
Member stickball? Member ni**az to run that s**t like that?
Member the block members screamin up at your mom from the window?
(LL Cool J is hard as HELL...)
The ice cream truck, member all the mother...
Member the italian icey's yo?
Yo remember the italian icey's the spanish ni**az comin down
with the coconut icey's and s**t?
Obviously summer in Brooklyn is more fun than the winter, or not
Old School part three
Hahah... remember poppin and lockin to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber
breakdancin to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin like the old school!
One of my fascination with Tupac is that we are both the same age. I am like two months older but when he talks about all these people they were the same people that I knew. I remember going to Michigan Football Camp in Ann Arbor before my junior year in high school and I went with a group that would be seniors. We listened to Country music the whole week. The next year when I went with those in my own class it was all rap. How’s that for Old School??
And Scott LaRock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, I remem-ber
breakdancin to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin like the old school!
One of my fascination with Tupac is that we are both the same age. I am like two months older but when he talks about all these people they were the same people that I knew. I remember going to Michigan Football Camp in Ann Arbor before my junior year in high school and I went with a group that would be seniors. We listened to Country music the whole week. The next year when I went with those in my own class it was all rap. How’s that for Old School??
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Old School Part 2
Heheh... I had, Shell Toes, and BBD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bi**h, I remember
way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them ni**az swearin?"
I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young ni**a tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school
A laundry list of fun things. What a fun time to be a kid. I am the same age as Tupac, but I grew up in the Suburbs so I didn’t do any of this kind of Old School stuff, or maybe I did, just in a different way.
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin skelly, ring to leavey, or catch a kiss
before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bi**h, I remember
way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin uptown, freestylin
with some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin
cause the hoochies was starin, thinkin, "Why them ni**az swearin?"
I'm wonderin if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
or takin leaks on the steps, stinkin up the hall
Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young ni**a tryin to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin nights, tryin to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin 90 proof, ain't nuttin like the old school
A laundry list of fun things. What a fun time to be a kid. I am the same age as Tupac, but I grew up in the Suburbs so I didn’t do any of this kind of Old School stuff, or maybe I did, just in a different way.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Old School part one
I remember Mr. Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the s**t to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when s**t was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb s**t, nuttin like the old school
It is right and salutary that one should give props to the old school. My college was founded in 1832. But old school rap was founded in the late 1970's. And rightfully so. Times were tough but the people were tougher. I was just happy we didn’t have to listen to country music all the time.
LL raisin hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. & Rakim was, the s**t to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D
and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when s**t was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane
when De La Soul was puttin Potholes in the game
I can't explain how it was, Whodini
had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects, and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock
Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic
Remember "Push It" was the bomb s**t, nuttin like the old school
It is right and salutary that one should give props to the old school. My college was founded in 1832. But old school rap was founded in the late 1970's. And rightfully so. Times were tough but the people were tougher. I was just happy we didn’t have to listen to country music all the time.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Can U Get Away Part Four
You ain't got to go through all this drama
and this stress
with this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin?
I ain't tryin to put you in a position
where you gotta give up your
lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh,
he ain't even takin care of you
he's beatin' on you and s**t
look how you look
some motherf**ken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin?
shake that sucker to tha left
and let me show you what this life is really about
you know what i'm sayin
you need to be on first cla*s
need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world
and seein what this world got to offer you
not goin to, you know what i'm sayin,
the emergency room and getten stitches
cause this ni**a done got a temper
don't cry, it's all good
My Boss Maestro is in Hawaii. I think he is having a good time. You know what they say, “When the cat is away, the mice will play. In our lesson today we are implored by Tupac to “shake the sucker to the left.” Good advice if I’ve ever heard it.
and this stress
with this old half a man, you know what i'm sayin?
I ain't tryin to put you in a position
where you gotta give up your
lifestyle to hafta get with me but uh,
he ain't even takin care of you
he's beatin' on you and s**t
look how you look
some motherf**ken wanna be baby, you know what i'm sayin?
shake that sucker to tha left
and let me show you what this life is really about
you know what i'm sayin
you need to be on first cla*s
need to be goin' to hawaii and seeing tha world
and seein what this world got to offer you
not goin to, you know what i'm sayin,
the emergency room and getten stitches
cause this ni**a done got a temper
don't cry, it's all good
My Boss Maestro is in Hawaii. I think he is having a good time. You know what they say, “When the cat is away, the mice will play. In our lesson today we are implored by Tupac to “shake the sucker to the left.” Good advice if I’ve ever heard it.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Can U Get Away Part Three
I feel like remincsin' and I hope ya listen
In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition
me and you
was meant to be my destiny
no longer lonely
cause it's time for you and me
all I can see
a happy home
that's my fantasy
but my reality
is problems with your man and me
what can I do?
don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker
cause if he touch ya
I got some drama for that busta
don't wanna rush ya
but make your mind up fast
nobody knows
or who controls
will it last
before I ask
I hope you see that i'm sincere
and even if ya stay with him
today i'm still here
I refuse to give up
cause I believe in what we share
ya livin' in prison
and what he's givin can't compare
cause everything I feel for you
I wanna let you know
passion will be yours
and i'll never let you go
tell me
Can U get away ?
There are many types of prison we can live in. A failed relationship is simply one of them. Who can name the others??
In tha position and tha pressure and all for competition
me and you
was meant to be my destiny
no longer lonely
cause it's time for you and me
all I can see
a happy home
that's my fantasy
but my reality
is problems with your man and me
what can I do?
don't wanna loose ya to tha sucker
cause if he touch ya
I got some drama for that busta
don't wanna rush ya
but make your mind up fast
nobody knows
or who controls
will it last
before I ask
I hope you see that i'm sincere
and even if ya stay with him
today i'm still here
I refuse to give up
cause I believe in what we share
ya livin' in prison
and what he's givin can't compare
cause everything I feel for you
I wanna let you know
passion will be yours
and i'll never let you go
tell me
Can U get away ?
There are many types of prison we can live in. A failed relationship is simply one of them. Who can name the others??
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