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hippitie hoppety en r&b leent zich heel goed om een bepaalde boodschap naar buiten te krijgen.
nou mensen daar gaan we dan . .

mijn persoonlijke favoriet is van def rymes :

Daphne dekker , vind me lekker , zit ze aan me tennisracker . . :-)

die man mag van mij echt een tmf award voor deze zin ;-)

op een serieuzere noot vind ik deze van nas heel gaaf :

if the truth is told ,
the youth can grow ,
they'll learn to survive until they gain controll ,
nobody says you have to be gangsters , ho's ,
read more , learn more . CHANGE THE GLOBE . .
 
Uitspraak van verwijderd op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 10:46:
keb er 1 van Eminem die ik heel vet vind dat laatste couplet van Without Me.. en dan vooral dat stukje van:

"and Moby you can get stomped by Obie, you thirthysix year old bald fag blow me, you don't know me, your to old let go its over, nobody listen to techno !"

prachtig


je heb wel smaak danny:P
 
Uitspraak van verwijderd op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 10:46:
nobody listen to techno


dat 'zinnetje' is wereldberoemd
evrytime i spit shit , it's just fantastic ,
bringing analog sound back in times of plastic !



pete philly
With the balance of a lyric and the music all in one,
creativly way above the minds of the dumb:woop:

Luckyiam (Living Legends)
Uitspraak van verwijderd op donderdag 27 oktober 2005 om 16:54:
Ik vind de teksten van Afroman echt hilarisch!! Zat net even te kijken op lyricsondemand.com maar val bijna van mn stoel van het lachen laatste aanpassing 28 oktober 2005 11:10


Ken je zijn diss on everyone ook? Die is ook goed.
 
Artiest Disruptor
snoop dogg - gin 'n juice
Werkzaam bij {SHOWLIST organization 1496, 2262}
2pac- hell 4 a hustler


proto X- hell 4 a hustler
 
Uitspraak van de befpiraat returns op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 15:40:
Ken je zijn diss on everyone ook?


:no: nooit van gehoord :(
 
ga weg hier met dat niggah geblaat
Uitspraak van de befpiraat returns op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 15:40:
Ken je zijn diss on everyone ook? Die is ook goed.


"Even with a weave,I can't stand Eve."

"I've just been shocked by Silk the Shocker!"
laatste aanpassing
 
Uitspraak van verwijderd op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 23:45:
ga weg hier met dat niggah geblaat


je bezoekt zelf dit forumonderwerp knul, ga dus zelf weg :x
 
PF hoeft niet verpest te worden door R&B teksten
Uitspraak van verwijderd op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 23:57:
PF hoeft niet verpest te worden door R&B teksten


Mensen praten serieus, maar ze weten van geen ene kenkermoer watskeburt. Maar dr gebeurt veel, serieus
laatste aanpassing
Uitspraak van verwijderd op zondag 30 oktober 2005 om 23:57:
PF hoeft niet verpest te worden door R&B teksten


En ook niet door kortzichtige sjaakies.
 
r&b / hip hop


 
of nog zo'n eminem citaat


"jaws all over the floor from Pam, when Tommy burst into the door, start whooping her ass worse then before, there first where divorced and still throwin over the furniture"

whehe :D
 
Eminem - I'm Back:

"So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
it'd be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
and have a son and a new brother at the same time
and just say that it ain't mine, what's my name?"

geniaal :D
 
"turn your face is a fuckin meat patty, fucked your mom, and go fishin with your granny..."
 
hou es ff snel op met die koek
Artiest Epox
Uitspraak van verwijderd op woensdag 26 oktober 2005 om 00:28:
I wish i was a little bit taller i wish is was a baller......


geniaal innd :respect:

maar nummer 1 vind ik :

Was ik maar een echte neger dan had ik meer ritme en een lul van een meter :)
 
i wish i were a dj but i'm stupid like a motherfucking retard thats why i'm making this shitty music

put youre hands up for R&B
Ik Ram Stein en Ross Ramasotti :yes:
Uitspraak van verwijderd op maandag 31 oktober 2005 om 20:50:
put youre hands up for R&B


:cheer:

jij snapt die urban vibe gekke keerl :D :D :respect:
Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies
Up in the club where they get real naughty
Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but
Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough
Honies got ass bouncing on the floor
This is how we behind the playa's door

R Kelly :respect: met Playa's Only B)
 
Uitspraak van -PieT- op maandag 31 oktober 2005 om 21:39:
Ik Ram Stein en Ross Ramasotti :yes:


:respect:
 
eminem:

Yo.. slim shady!
Yo.. I'll fuckin.. I'll..
I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
Would be for me to remove these two adidas and beat you
And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
You'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you
(bitch!) I ain't no fuckin g, I'm a cannibal
I ain't tryin to shoot you,
I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!)
Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket
To fill it full of explosive gasses
And close it back with a lit match in it
While I sit back and just hope it catches
Blow you to fragments
Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
 
het nummer heet trouwens hellbound...tekst in dat nummer van J-black en masta ace zijn ook wel vet trouwens
Alhoewel ik geen fan van hem ben...

Jay-Z - Takeover, qua tekst erg goed. Dikke diss naar o.a. Nas en Mobb Deep.

Jay-Z]
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit
B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?)
Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, f**ka
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherf**kin ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little F**K, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor
Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody could read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain
Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole f**kin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your
dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin f**ked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the f**k outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the
king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you
for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
You can't f**k with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar - f**k y'all niggaz
I fucked this hooker in Iowa!
I fucked her on credit,so I owe her.
prowler- paranoid one

Heeyy!! you fucked me.. now your fucked so shut your mouth! :)
 
1 2 3 o' clock 4 o' clock fuck
5,6,7 o' clock 8 o' clock fuck
9,10,11 o'clock 12 o'clock fuck

were gonna fuck around the clock tonight

Diepzinnige tekst!
 
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks say it controls yo' brain
I know better than that, that's game
And we ready for that - two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact, who got the gat?
And where my army at? Rather attack and not react
Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world; these just people with ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
Against the real world
It's bigger than all these fake-ass records
When po' folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do; if that don't work, then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter
Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
I'm gon' know it when I play it

Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real
Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds
And pay your bills, because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?
A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?
Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake
This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the po-po off the block


Dead Prez
At the age of 12 I wen't to hell for snuffing Jesus. I waved with automatic guns at nuns
My music you can either fight, fuck, or dream to it.
I was lieing if I said I didn't wan't millions but for that money sakes I wan't to help children
[Guru]
These distraught thoughts of a single mother in a homeless shelter
About pain and heartache, ain't nothing you can tell her
The case worker says that she should find a job
But does this worker know what kind of jobs that there are?
Degrading things like cleaning up people's vomit
For a little bit of dough, and plus your brain gets nothing from it
I'm smarter than that this girl thinks to herself
I'm worth more than that, she thinks to herself
She pours a drink for herself while she stares out the window
This guy says he got work for her, maybe she should go to him yo
The money's good, and plus he'll dress her up nice
She left her baby's daddy cuz he beat her up twice
She don't really like sex
But she hates welfare checks
And where there's money, that's where she thinks there's respect
And what's this girl's purpose? Will she self-destruct?
When this sisters about to go down, who's there to help her up?

(Les Nubians singing Chorus)

[Guru]
These distraught thoughts of a young man in a rooming house
This messed up life, this poverty, he could do without
But what options does he have when all hope is gone?
A brother gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is gone
All it takes is one quick stick
Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick?
He does his dirt all by his lonely, forget his homies
He doesn't fell like splitting any loot, them suckas be acting phony
So much potential but all gone to waste
Now he lurks in night, with a loaded gun on his waist
Too late for this lost soul, his life's in a chokehold
Mentality is weak, and doing crime is all he knows
Never caring who he hurts, as long as he's taking money
Forget an education, and legal ways of making money
And what's this kid's purpose? Will he self-destruct?
When a brother's about to go down, who's there to help him up?

(Les Nubians singing Chorus)

[Guru]
Who's there for my people on the streets? (Who's there? Who's there?)
Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat? (Who's there? Who's there?)
They build more prisons, and close down schools
Who's there to teach the children the golden rules?(Who's there? Who's there?)
Who's there for my people in the streets?(Who's there? Who's there?)
Who's there for my people who got nothing to eat?(Who's there? Who's there?)
They break our family, neglect the elderly
Who's there to bring a cure? Where's the remedy?(Who's there? Who's there?)

(Les Nubians signing)
Bust it
Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about 2 in the morn'
I just finished doin a song
Now I'm ready for sleep
But first I want spaghetti to eat
In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep
My voice is harsh, barely can speak
I called back on the cell
It's Coley, mad as hell
He told me to listen well as he started to yell
"I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
And they just got a room in the Holiday Inn"
"It's my wife, you sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure
I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door"
"Yo, say no more, which one?"
"The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge"
"We goin' hurt those hoes"
"And hurt both of them kids"
Now I'm in the Range
Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change
I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames
Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggas fuckin up my reputation
I saw Coleone holdin the chrome
Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup
Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up
"Yo, who that in the background?"
"It's Tommy Giss"
"Oh, I didn't recognise you with your hat down
Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out"
"Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute
And pull our gats out and throw our mask on
We ain't leavin till everyone's dead and all the cash gone"
"We goin to get our laugh on when we're through
But right now we got a job to do"
"So let's do it"
Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her to listen up before she get hurt
"They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
What room they got?"
She paused and said "212"
Took the steps now I'm out of breath
I gotta stop smokin
Them cigarettes goin be the cause of my death
My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off
Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off
Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase
I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face
Then my other two niggas ran in
Each had a cannon
Ready to take care, how we done planned it
"These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate"
We know they got stacks
Cause they don't move with nothin but weight
We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use
Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose
"Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face
So I just had your back
You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at"
He gave me the address then I ran outside
But first I took the keys to his van outside
And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash
A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash
I was dumb glad
The sit didn't fit in one bag
So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth
And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
When I got back, Coley done popped them punks
"Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs"
Man that's four bodies
Two outta-towners and two hotties
And after that we ain't sleep for three days
We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways
Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded
Celebratin nigga, heist completed
 
Method Man - Judgement Day:

"Mmmm now what's this? Smells like fish"
 
Uitspraak van DJ Radiate op vrijdag 28 oktober 2005 om 11:40:
Smoke weed every day...


:respect:
 
Uitspraak van DJ Radiate op vrijdag 28 oktober 2005 om 11:40:
Smoke weed every day...

DR. Dre


Die is echt vet ja :respect:

Deze vindt ik ook vet
Sooooooo Just chill, till the next episode...

van snoop dog in Ain't nothing but a G Thang.
 
Wu Tang is here forever...... MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

uit het nummer- Triumph
shit , i don't believe this
this ho's a genius!
bringing me to the cleaners
she's swingin from loki's penis !!

( d12 )
ik zie het dan ook al echt voor me dat me ex aan de pik van loki loopt te bungelen . . geweldig !!
ik vind de teksten van cypress hill goed:yes:
loko in de coco . . .( spaanse versie )
chiggedicheck yo'self before ya wreck yo'self
big dicks in yo ass is bad for ya health
(westside connection)
 
Ik ben berucht als een schurk
Trek de aandacht als een Turk
Eet je op als een augurk

Lijkt me overbodig om de geestelijk vader van deze rijm te vermelden ;p
 
I Want to Get High b)
Uitspraak van verwijderd op dinsdag 15 november 2005 om 21:32:
Lijkt me overbodig om de geestelijk vader van deze rijm te vermelden ;p


Yuki.B B)