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^^ quote fail.
yeah whats up with the different showings?
back to back sets? Im about to call Emos right now.
yeah whats up with the different showings?
back to back sets? Im about to call Emos right now.
San Antonio NT's Come in...
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lol @ quote fail...
Yo I saw that yesterday about the 2 sets sounds kind of strange, I tried calling Emo's and the effing phone is disconnected. IDK but Emo's website hasthe show starting @ 6. If anybody finds any info LMK or please post
Yo I saw that yesterday about the 2 sets sounds kind of strange, I tried calling Emo's and the effing phone is disconnected. IDK but Emo's website hasthe show starting @ 6. If anybody finds any info LMK or please post
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just called and had the same problem. phone disconnected. pfft, i'll
be at the 1030 show.
be at the 1030 show.
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10:30 for me
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DAMN SO OUR TICKETS ARE FOR 6:30? DAMN WE NEED TO LEAVE ABOUT 2 OR 3 THEN!!!!
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alright lets see how many of yall really know what yall r getting ur self into....
lets see who can name these song ucasta u cant play......
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of +#% smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, ni@@az I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab ni@@as know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
The type of ni@@a who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
this one is eazy
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as ni@@az scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, ni@@az place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
one of my fav....
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die ****
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
"Life's a %@@*!," but God-forbid the %@@*! divorce me
Ivery under rated cd and song
peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that ni@@agrave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
NuNuttin but the New York to Texas connectionttin but some real ****, whaty'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip ****, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston ni@@az, come through for ni@@az
Scarface get a call and we shootin ni@@az
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old $$%#!
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke ni@@a
Know you all relate to this *#+% that i wrote ni@@as
Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back
That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, fck it I'm running for White House
My ni@@as control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted
Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky *#+%
Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day
So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gunplay
this is also one of my fav..songs
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo
to the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas
A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands
Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it
Swingin slower and slower..
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin
Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it
Started my way up to where the noise and music was at
Froze, I couldn't react
Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some $$%#!
mumblin ****, he had one hand on her azs
and she was rubbin his d1#k, toastin wine glasses
Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the ****
I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her +%@$
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You +#%, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
Police watch us roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fck gettin hit!
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little %+%@*$ is grown
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga *#+%
Real #!+!** listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, droppin our schools
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rules
So I, got in em shoes, tried em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em
She walked by asking me "Are you Nas?"
"Why?"
"If you was I'd be totally T.W.I"
"What's that?"
"Totally With It. T.W.I"
"Ha, well here I am"
"Yep, I'm the man"
"Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand"
So here we standin' before I begin
Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take a moment
in other words i cant wait
lets see who can name these song ucasta u cant play......
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of +#% smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, ni@@az I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
But maintain when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab ni@@as know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
The type of ni@@a who be pissin in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
this one is eazy
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex
in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it
With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as ni@@az scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, ni@@az place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
one of my fav....
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die ****
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
"Life's a %@@*!," but God-forbid the %@@*! divorce me
Ivery under rated cd and song
peeped you frontin, I was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that ni@@agrave be mine, clanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
NuNuttin but the New York to Texas connectionttin but some real ****, whaty'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip ****, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston ni@@az, come through for ni@@az
Scarface get a call and we shootin ni@@az
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old $$%#!
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke ni@@a
Know you all relate to this *#+% that i wrote ni@@as
Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back
That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, fck it I'm running for White House
My ni@@as control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted
Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky *#+%
Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day
So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gunplay
this is also one of my fav..songs
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo
to the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas
A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands
Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it
Swingin slower and slower..
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin
Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it
Started my way up to where the noise and music was at
Froze, I couldn't react
Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some $$%#!
mumblin ****, he had one hand on her azs
and she was rubbin his d1#k, toastin wine glasses
Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the ****
I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her +%@$
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You +#%, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
Police watch us roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fck gettin hit!
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little %+%@*$ is grown
Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga *#+%
Real #!+!** listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start
Off top I brung Queens up from hard times
Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine
It was my version of the blues, droppin our schools
The crack epidemic had rap representin new rules
So I, got in em shoes, tried em wore them
Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em
She walked by asking me "Are you Nas?"
"Why?"
"If you was I'd be totally T.W.I"
"What's that?"
"Totally With It. T.W.I"
"Ha, well here I am"
"Yep, I'm the man"
"Bartender, put a Cosmo in that girl hand"
So here we standin' before I begin
Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem
And can we please have a moment of truth?
For soldiers and troops away with helmets and boots
And families back home who pray they make it home safe
Hopin' that they don't get hit with a stray or missiles
This is just a moment to let you all know that we miss you
Mommy I'm still here, wishin' I was there with you
Let's take a moment
in other words i cant wait
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^^^since i cant play, i think G and Omar will be the first to respond. Dont let me down fellas...
Realtalk: Nas=G.O.A.T. just my opinion
Realtalk: Nas=G.O.A.T. just my opinion
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look ucasta......take it easy......i know u saw the big red letters....im not saying better but ..well u know
the first verse was all u my man....matter of fact the first 5 were all bkus of u....
u get to start thinking more and more the older the cd gets and the way the music is now... how good that cd really is.....very good cd pick there ucasta
the first verse was all u my man....matter of fact the first 5 were all bkus of u....
u get to start thinking more and more the older the cd gets and the way the music is now... how good that cd really is.....very good cd pick there ucasta
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1. Life's a Bi*tch
2. One Love
3. Represent
4. Who's World Is This
5. Halftime
6. I Gave You Power
7. Affirmative Action
8. The Message
9. Favor for a Favor
10. Life Is What You Make It
11. Undying Love
12. Last Words
13. Ether
14. One Mic
15. Last Real ni66@ Alive
16. Virgo
17. Just A Moment
2. One Love
3. Represent
4. Who's World Is This
5. Halftime
6. I Gave You Power
7. Affirmative Action
8. The Message
9. Favor for a Favor
10. Life Is What You Make It
11. Undying Love
12. Last Words
13. Ether
14. One Mic
15. Last Real ni66@ Alive
16. Virgo
17. Just A Moment
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CLASSIC STUFF G...JUST LIKE THAT CD......
OMAR GOOD STUFF DOGGY
OMAR GOOD STUFF DOGGY
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
RIGHTCLICK SAVE!
RIGHTCLICK SAVE!
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But yo... what's up with the times and !@@*...
My ticket says 6:30 as well, don't want this !@@* to turn into an epic fail already... On the Emo's site I see a "doors open at 6pm" nothingabout a 10:30 show though
My ticket says 6:30 as well, don't want this !@@* to turn into an epic fail already... On the Emo's site I see a "doors open at 6pm" nothingabout a 10:30 show though
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^^^Gabe coming correct with the P.S. skills again. David the departure time is up to yall. We can leave at any time.
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i still think there's only going to be one show.
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^^^ a few of my buddies in the office are going on sunday at 6:30 if that helps any.
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Who the he11 is nas?
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^^^Nasir Jones, born Sept 14th, 1973, better known by his stage name Nas,formerly Nasty Nas, is an american rapper. Regarded as one of the greatest MCs of all time, Nas is famous for his lyrical content and flow.
The son of jazz musician Olu Dara, he was born and raised in the Queensbridge housing projects in New YorkCity. Although he dropped out of middle school, he attained a high degree of literacy that he would later usein his lyrics. Nas was signed to Columbia Records in 1994, when his debut album Illmatic came out. Illmaticwas a critically-acclaimed bestseller and would go on to be widely hailed a classic.
Courtesy of Wikipedia....
I have to say, I did finally get my first Nas album, Illmatic, and my first Wu Tang album, 36 Chambers, this week...Along with MTV Party to go 1998 and The Source Awards 1999... lol
The son of jazz musician Olu Dara, he was born and raised in the Queensbridge housing projects in New YorkCity. Although he dropped out of middle school, he attained a high degree of literacy that he would later usein his lyrics. Nas was signed to Columbia Records in 1994, when his debut album Illmatic came out. Illmaticwas a critically-acclaimed bestseller and would go on to be widely hailed a classic.
Courtesy of Wikipedia....
I have to say, I did finally get my first Nas album, Illmatic, and my first Wu Tang album, 36 Chambers, this week...Along with MTV Party to go 1998 and The Source Awards 1999... lol
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^^^^ Yep definitely captain of TEAM NEWBEEZZZZZZ
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i guess 14 years later is better
than never.
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^^^ Exactly
Ouch Ronnie... lol
Ouch Ronnie... lol
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couldn't of said it better....Originally Posted by bl4ze11
i guess 14 years later is better
than never.
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^^
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