he’s dead right hip hop ain’t just about touching one subject matter,it’s all the elements put together. hip hop was a spin off of reggae when dj’s used to play at parties and u have somebody talking over the beats giving props to the dj,he’s right it started in the parties(although I’m not a fan of party music)and the other elements came after.
@ #2 I think I’ve said that before… hip hop roots directly stray from reggae!
We too busy sayin somebody corny for not being jus like us, but thats what makes us special as individuals. If I was a dealer I would still support & respect the nerds cause (a) you could always us a lawyer, politician, etc in your corner later in life and (b) the more niggas on the block wit me means the less money i’m making!!!
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, OOF!
In the State of confused
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue
But Generation Y high to the point that I drink
Runnin on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that’s on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I’m live and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for cover?
Hello lord, it’s me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don’t that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won’t that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that’s when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? “Huh?”
Apparently not that’s why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? “Yeah”
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I’m finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she’ll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
We’ll pull your’re whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I’m eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it’s for the wealth i’ll stop, well put I like this
It’s like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don’t fall
All y’all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you’re on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that’s the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that’s gangsta shit
February 15th, 2008 at 8:18 pm
YEAH GET’EM 3000
February 15th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
he’s dead right hip hop ain’t just about touching one subject matter,it’s all the elements put together. hip hop was a spin off of reggae when dj’s used to play at parties and u have somebody talking over the beats giving props to the dj,he’s right it started in the parties(although I’m not a fan of party music)and the other elements came after.
p.s. you youngn’s need know ur history
February 15th, 2008 at 8:53 pm
Andre’s the greatest
February 15th, 2008 at 9:15 pm
@ #2 I think I’ve said that before… hip hop roots directly stray from reggae!
We too busy sayin somebody corny for not being jus like us, but thats what makes us special as individuals. If I was a dealer I would still support & respect the nerds cause (a) you could always us a lawyer, politician, etc in your corner later in life and (b) the more niggas on the block wit me means the less money i’m making!!!
February 15th, 2008 at 9:58 pm
Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, OOF!
In the State of confused
City of forgotten fate, County of the blues
Street address Generation X Avenue
But Generation Y high to the point that I drink
Runnin on a new one
Walkin in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you that even if you made clocks?
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that’s on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I’m live and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for cover?
and niggas say he aint the best????????????
February 15th, 2008 at 10:05 pm
Hello lord, it’s me again, I just wanna make to love the whole globe
And all her girlfriends now don’t that make ya mind move
Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb
Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty
I figure before the first gun blast, they know who gone win
Now won’t that make us all fools
Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round
Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet per second
Niggaz in the street they want it hurry
When niggaz start biting that’s when 3000 starts to worry
A little knowledge from the college of wizard Ray Murray
Answer quick do you know what desire is? “Huh?”
Apparently not that’s why you get what you got
Now answer this do you know what fire is? “Yeah”
The body of hot, the motivator of pots
Snot, spit, shit are characteristics of release
Ask your niece or nephew, you think we left you
What the future holds in its sweaty palms
Thank I’m finna vom? Ya move like ya mean it she’ll cum
Prom night might excite a down right fight like
White blood cell to the common cold rebel
Night gets jealous of day play is no longer
The feelin gets stronger than Ammonia sticks inhale
Andre 3000]
Outkas wit a K, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to impress God
We’ll pull your’re whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I’m eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it’s for the wealth i’ll stop, well put I like this
It’s like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don’t fall
All y’all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you’re on that reefer and on that Tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that’s the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that’s gangsta shit