Friday, June 12, 2009

it's obama's fault

by: rhymefest(ahh.com)The other day I was watching the news and an interesting story ran that President Obama took his wife on a date using the Marine 1 Helicopter for the short flight from DC to New York. “What a waste of taxpayer’s money!” One conservative yelled out. As another cried, “GM is going into bankruptcy, and Obama & Michelle are having steaks in the village.” You know, after a little over 100 days, I tend to agree. So here is a little list of a lot of other meaningless things that we can blame Obama for:


My wife walked out on me. It’s Obama’s fault, why does he have to be so good to Michelle in pubic?

The black dropout rate & incarceration rates are still at an all time high. It’s Obama’s fault, he was supposed to give us reparations.

Judge Sotomayor will soon be confirmed to the Supreme Court. Hispanics are still taking our jobs! It’s Obama’s fault!

I shot some nigga because he tried to charge me $11.00 for a dime bag. It’s Obama’s fault! He gave the banks a bail out, what about the neighborhood drug dealer?

My father said I was accident. It’s Obama’s fault! He wasn’t born soon enough to be an example to my father.

I can’t blame being unemployed on racism anymore. It’s Obama’s fault. He shouldn’t have the best job in the world based solely on his qualifications.

That goddamn Barack Obama, what will he do next?

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no exit

I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will
flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip


I met her in Queens her personality was erotic
She asked me where I come from,
and I just replied The projects
Love at first sight as she was staring
Checking me up and down, yeah,
at the gear that I was wearing

I had a Northface jacket, Polo shirt,
diamond on my hand
Stonewashed pants tucked
inside of some Timberlands
Her eyes just stayed on my face
She threw her hand on my hip
and felt the four-fifth on my waist
Yo, my name is Ak the hard rock
from da block that shot a cop with a glock
Cause he tried to make the money STOP
She didn't speak, she didn't START, she didn't TALK
All of the sudden let's take a WALK through the PARK
But it was dark, she didn't bother
She probably thought I was trying to play her out
Like the Central Park jogger
But that's not my style that's what I'm telling ya
Give me your number and I'll probably
call you up on my cellular
At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
Hot convo turned into cold showers
Monogamy, yo, increased to pornography
Miss Astrologist because she looked like a star to me
But I be dressing sharper than those brothers with Farrakhan
Throwing a lucky charm without a leprachaun's arm
Out on the streets dealing and sticking up
I try to make her look appealing
I went out and started tricking bucks
I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
Now all of her friends can't wait to be next up
I need to get her thoughts fixed up
She fell into a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
She called me talking about it's quits
But that's that old bullshit
It's ain't over til I say it's over, miss
So if you wanna catch a fit, you catch a melon split
Once you in there ain't no exit

I talk a good game of pain
Put it in your ear and let it rain
Benadryl can't stop the migrane
Once my voice touch your brain
So you can talk that fast slang dialect
But I got a tek to keep you in check
Other words make you come correct
Think that to stop giving the loving
You must be smoking pesticide because
you're damn sure bugging
After one hit you're ready to split
What, are you test crashing cars?
That's that ol' dumb dumb shit
You don't flatter me tryng to sign off
You best to take the batteries out your
watch if you want some time off
I write my name on your street curb
So you can scratch my letters girl if you
wanna mark my words
I got the Calimyne BESIDE ME
In case you wanna TRY ME
And break out on my ass like poison IVY
You better take it or ease, roll up you sleeves
And prepare to go all out like New Year's Eve
Trying to take my dough like Swaggart
Girl, I have to bag ya and fall on your head like Niagra
Shit, you're bound to catch it, once I start flexing
Ayo bum bitch there ain't no exit


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Thursday, June 11, 2009

the rub

the rub provides free hiop hop mixtapes year by year (1979-2000+)
u wanna know exactly what songs got love from hip hoppers in the
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tracklists are available for each mix.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

kobe bryant


Ok, Kobe doin work, two four on my shirt,
he da greatest on da court, I'm da greatest on da verse,
goin for the 4th ring like it was his first,
gotta get da bling, do it for Kareem,
two four so nice, my flow so mean,
catch me at da game sitting next to Goldstein (?)
Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings,
Kobe in da game dunkin on "The Whole Team",
Black Mamba, attack conquer,
basketball beast, rap monster
crossover good, or turn around jumper,
or just drive da lane, and dunk on dunkers,
you know where is goin, it's goin down yo,
this da Lake Show, but don't drown tho,
I call him King Bryant, now let da crown show.

Pass me dam ball I don't need a pick at all,

and don't worry bout my shot, cause I'm a get that off,
yeaa, I drops 40 on your double team,
then I drop 81 on another team,
yeaa... u better guard me with caution,
and watch how I'll work em like an auction, Ha ha,
no such thing as exhaustion no time for resting
cause I don't take breaks, I I just break records,
Ha, and I prefer da ball with 3 seconds,
and I bet we gon win it all in 3 seconds,
Ya digg, That is a guarantee apparently
and please tell your defense don't ever man to man with me,
double team triple team, your defenders sick of me,
but, I never let them get to me, literally,
step back and give dem a three ain't no defending me.


Uh, never take a day off catch u at the top of the key and get a J off,
baseline facetime tongue out like two three,
even two three gotta love how I do me,
practice while u sleep, practice in my sleep,
straight out, out of the High School, the brackets ain't for me
I will be jumping over u like I got a mattress at my feet
and all Phil Jackson say is u better be passing it to me,
I put the master in the piece, attack it like the beats,
and I am starving for victory and dat means I'm a eat,
and when dey ask u whos da best then the answer should be me,

Call me Mr.Clutch or Mr.Automatic,
I can post em up or Lamar will get da alley,
I'm goin for the ring, I'm goin for the ring,
I went to Beijing and came back with da bling,
who dey want, dey want Kobe,
and what he want, he want the trophy,
the victory, and da glory,
no Shaq, no Robert Horry,
now break em off, Kobe break em off, Yea!,
U better be? Yea,
just give him the ball and he'll take it all, Yup,
or he'll probably be dishing it to Gasol, Yea,
or give it to D Fish on the wing, Yea,
or just let Ariza do his thing, Yea,
cause I'm great and so is my team, Yea,
do it for Magic, it's showtime baby,
I see nothing wrong with doing it four times baby,
I'm da best, Yes, He da best, Yeaa,
don't worry Lebron, get em next year,
now what's defense to an assassin,
killa instinct, MURDER THE BASKET,
then steal da ball back, hold it for ransom,
it's more then a game, this is a passion,
been an All-Star, been a Champion,
free throw line, u hear em chantin,
MVP!, MVP!, Kobe Bryant aka Envy Me,
any D smash any D,
whoever he is, he can't guard me,
Ha Ha, he can't guard me."

hear here >>> lil wayne - kobe bryant
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hardy har har


^^^^ jay-z^^^.....................^^^ not jay-z

A man takes his wife to the stock show. They start heading
down the alley that had the bulls. They come up to the first
bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 50 times last year.
" The wife turns to her husband and says, "He mated 50
times in a year, you could learn from him." They proceed
to the next bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 65
times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says,
"This one mated 65 times last year. That is over 5 times a
month. You can learn from this one, also." They proceeded
to the last bull and his sign said: "This bull mated 365 times
last year." The wife's mouth drops open and says, "WOW!
He mated 365 times last year. That is ONCE A DAY!!! You
could really learn from this one." The man turns to his wife
and says, "Go up and inquire if it was 365 times
with the same cow."

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A man and his wife were celebrating their 50th wedding


anniversary. The wife says to her husband, "For our


anniversary this year, you can ask me one question, any


question you want to. I will answer it truthfully."
the husband replies, "Okay, this has been bothering me


for a long time, but I haven't had the courage to ask before...


but I have noticed that all of our eight children look similar


to one another except one. I can't figure out how he got to


look so different. Did he have a different father than the rest?"
the wife stops. She is unable to look her husband in the eyes.


Slowly she replies, "yes. Yes he did have a different father."


Her husband was taken aback. "Oh! Okay...I must know.


Please tell me. Who was that child's father?" Again she cannot


look her husband in the eyes. She is very distressed, and after


a long silence she slowly said, "YOU."

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Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They tell him his wife's


been in a terrible car accident. He rushes to the hospital, runs


into the ER and says his wife's been in an accident. They tell


him Dr. Smith is handling the case. They page the doctor. He


comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.
"Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks. "Yes sir, what's happened? How is


my wife?" The doctor sits next to him and says, "Not good news.


Your wife's accident resulted in two fractures of her spine."
"Oh my God" says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?"


Dr. Smith says "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable.


However, her spine is inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or


capability. This means you will have to feed her." Mr. Jones


begins to sob. "And you'll have to turn her in her bed every


two hours to prevent pneumonia."
Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly. "Then, of course,"


the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as she'll have


no control over her bladder and of course these diapers must


be changed at least five times a day." Mr. Jones begins to


shake as he cries, sobs, wails.
The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her feces on


a regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincters. Her


bowel will engorge whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course


you must clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the


putrid effluent she'll be emitting regularly."
Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning


to wither off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass. Just then


Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder.


"Hey, I'm just fucking with you, she's dead."







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The ambitious coach of a girls track team gives the squad steroids.


The team's performance soars. They win the county and state


championship until one day they are favoured to win nationals


easily. Penelope, a 16-year-old hurdler visits her coach and says,


"Coach, I have a problem. Hair is starting to grow on my chest."


"What?" the coach says in a panic, "How far down does it go?"


She replies, "Down to my testicles. That's something else I want to


talk to you about."


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A guy calls the hospital. He says, "You gotta send help! My wife's
going into labor!" The nurse says, "Calm down, Is this her first child?"
He says, "No! This is her fucking husband!"


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d.o.a. = death of autotune

hmmm...paat...people against auto tune. use of the
'vocoder was the signature sound of roger troutman & zapp.
t-pain brought it back big time... even made around $20mil
doing so. t-pain started out as a rapper...yeah, i
know. everyone from lil wayne to ron browz i auto tunin it up
a bit 2 much it seems & hove adressed the shituation....
even named a site doa. is auto tune the death of hip hop?
drey dosen't know, but he guves a fuck.

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin

This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for itunes, this ain’t for sing-along
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain’t politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don’t have melodies
This shit make jackers wanna go n commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn
I know we facin a recession
But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Ah, ah.. nigga this just violent
This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin….begin


Holdup, this ain’t a #1 record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex n Mister Cee
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid the dog everybody dying
No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence…

Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get me foul to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singin too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too much
Ah, I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here?
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin’ bout how I be in the projects all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence

la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin


hear here >>> jay-z - d.o.a.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

icandy coco

"i took ure album cover straight to the bathroom" -ll cool j coco: hey dickie
drey: what's good b!tch?

















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Sunday, June 7, 2009

yyyyyuck!!!


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jewelry? ostentatious?

here's another bright idea to entertain,
go & put ure face on the bottom of a chain -joe budden

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the most beautifullest thing...

Y'all mythological niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
And embalmin in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical, you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this Edition is all brand New
You're through, I'm inter-planetarian like Doctor Who (who who?)
So Who! (who?)
Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin rhymes til the A.M. vultures swarm
Not Quincy but I'm Back on the Block and not sellin crack

I'm comin in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts(art of facts) can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin, I eat up everthing up on the menu
and bend you and send you swayin, to be continued...

The most beautifullest thing in this world, is just like that!!!
I get in ya
(repeat 4X)

Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the tech/niques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, I'm open, tokin, scopin
Waitin for the next nigga to get open on
And break him down like a organic compound
That's the way of the world as the Earth goes round
Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, like a 4 pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin shit that we be bakin
Never fakin I gets down for my crown clown
Shakin the membrane of Encyclopedia Brown
Freakin the funk in any throwdown
While listening to the sounds, get in ya...

I comes down breakin ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones
But don't be tryin this shit at home
No matter what race creed colour him or her
I comes cleaner than Jeru, and Damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber
I channel my anger, from the double edged banger (Banger!)
and turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, Toys Ain't Us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get in ya...

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