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Op 23 september 2005 12:20 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:
Psychopathic biatch!

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LOL

Ill Bill heerscht!!

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[Verse 1]
The anatomy of a school shooting, shotgun under my trenchcoat
Columbiners did it, dead spoke - bloodred soaked
My mind consume the doom as I walk through the school
15 people killed and over 14 wounded
My name is Eric Harris, I was forever harrased, an outcast
You fuck with us and now me and Dylan is pulling out gats
I've been wantin to murder people
Suicide is played out, if you gonna die, take people with you
We've been planning this before the kids from Jonesboro did it
And I wanted the world to know when people died why we did it
I even killed myself but don't feel sorry for me
Feel sorry for your seads as we spread the diesease
Another bloodbath coming soon to a school near you
Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth
Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth
Dragging my name through the mud when televizing the news
A bunch of ticking timebombs y'all, is more like me
Overflowin with hate, bullied to get raw like me
They constantly get picked on and shitted on like me
You'd probably get your head blown off by a kid like me
I put my mind to it and what I accomplish's frightening
The right thing, no matter what you idiots might think
Check it, I did that shit so idiots might think
This ain't a game, the nerds that you be fuckin with might flip

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's like this, what's more fun than slice wrist?
Kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids
You'd be famous just like me if you did what I did
This is the anatomy of a school shooting

[Verse 2]
I see dead people, it isn't my fault that they were evil
Fuck a favorite I hate everybody equal
Bitch I warned y'all, didn't I?
Now everybody wanna talk shit and cry asking why
- Two geeks picked up guns and turned murderous
All of y'all under beneath me you don't deserve to live
Two nerdy kids is that a crime?
why I've gotta be one of the cool kids just to walk by
- without being tripped, thrown down on the ground and kicked
Insulting me for no reason, I was treated like shit
The teachers let it happen
I've even seen some of them teachers laughing
That's why I had a smile on my face when I started blastin
I wasn't crazy - all of y'all were sick
I was the nicest person in the world - y'all were dicks
Don't even try to analyze me now you have no chance, back then
- maybe you could've been my friend

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Dizzy Rascal uit Engeland mag ik ook graag horen...En natuurlijk P.E

Ik vind het allemaal vies tegenvallen eigenlijk. Net als Necro. Daar kan ik ongeveer 3 nummers van luisteren en dan begint het saai te worden.

Qua hip hop ga ik toch niet verder dan de artiesten die op Psychopathic zitten. Check Man's myth van Twiztid, Colton Grundy tha Undying van Blaze ya dead homie, Dirty history van Anybody killa (ABK) of Furious van The Soopa villainz. Allemaal vette shizzle.
Of gewoon alles van Dark lotus.

Het is bij heel belangrijk teksten te volgen anders wordt het al snel saai, moet de rapper natuurlijk wel een goeie 'Delivery' hebben.
Tenminste, toen ik mij ging concentreren op te teksten te luisteren werd het gelijk een stuk boeiender, en kreeg ik ook meer waardering voor bepaalde beats. Helemaal toen ik erachter kwam dat veel oudere Hiphopbeats gemaakt zijn van de 'overtime'(stukken uit refreinen enzo waar niet gezongen wordt)van oude Soulplaten

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door BARABAS op 23-09-2005 12:49]

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Op 23 september 2005 12:38 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:
Ik vind het allemaal vies tegenvallen eigenlijk. Net als Necro. Daar kan ik ongeveer 3 nummers van luisteren en dan begint het saai te worden.

Qua hip hop ga ik toch niet verder dan de artiesten die op Psychopathic zitten. Check Man's myth van Twiztid, Colton Grundy tha Undying van Blaze ya dead homie, Dirty history van Anybody killa (ABK) of Furious van The Soopa villainz. Allemaal vette shizzle.
Of gewoon alles van Dark lotus.

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De albums die Esham gedaan heeft voor dat hij dus bij Psychopathic records ging zijn gaaf!




Mostasteless van Twiztid kan ik wel naar luisteren. Toch wel gaaf eigenlijk. Maar dat gelul over nicotine en wiet, op de latere albums irriteert mij.

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[Ill Bill]
2025 alive solar powered nines
hard times
sometimes I'm surprised the worlds even survived
a world of weapons
a world of deception
technological tension
I take drugs to forget
freedom of expression
I'd rather not dwell on evil intentions
I'd rather fuck a hologram
Fuck with these evil inventions

Remember when porn was one dimensional?
Evil angels will implant images in your brain to have sex with you


The girl of your choice
Fuck an interactive menu
Pop a pill to trigger the system implanted in you
A simple operation redefining the term go fuck yourself;
In a simple conversation I see
Model religion collapse under money and machines
God is the remote control in your laptop computer screen
Computer worship
Make you lose it and shoot a person
Log in for another consumer purchase

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[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door skullfuck op 23-09-2005 12:54]

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Op 23 september 2005 12:45 schreef BARABAS het volgende:
Helemaal toen ik erachter kwam dat veel oudere Hiphopbeats gemaakt zijn van de 'overtime'(stukken uit refreinen enzo waar niet gezongen wordt)van oude Soulplaten

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Iets wat Dokter Dre heeft helpen verneuken naar mijn mening.

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Op 23 september 2005 12:53 schreef BARABAS het volgende:
Iets wat Dokter Dre heeft helpen verneuken naar mijn mening.

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ja, "cash moves everthing around me, CREAM GET THE MONEY, 100 DOLLAH BILL Y'ALL!!

VOOR XNEGX;

Esham, Don't blame me, van het album KKKill the Fetus

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Here I come, better run I gotta sawed off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might catch a hot one
Call me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's full from the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, cuz I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and when you get there ask for me
Come along for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, that's right
Get me a razor blade and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a poor porno flick
Nasty motherfucker with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen ways is a small technicallity
Cuz I got one, blow your fuckin head out
Pull your fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop junkie
Serial killa, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant take
But dont blame me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me
Dont blame me
Dont blame me
Dont blame me, the devil made me do it.

Better reach your children, cuz I might burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like Michael
Say some shit that you might not like so
Who's that god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, cant afford to
Esham's back with the New Jack Swing
I dont pray or none or those things
Now we got niggaz that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the lord to me the black oddball
I aint no joke and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my dick then
I dont like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme sayer
Swing with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I dont care
And dont blame me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont blame me, the devil made me do it.

Sick in the head, knotty like a dread
Pump that lead cuz I'd rather be dead
Gimme what you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is talking to you tellin you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm unorthadox
Down with the black sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a jail cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, tellin me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody lookin for a bible to touch
We shall overcome is a bit too much
But you cant touch this
Religion is some hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god when you focus
But when the day comes and you gotta run for shelter
Now you screamin Hellterskellter
Damn, you gotta turn off the T.V.
Or dont blame me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont balme me, the devil made me do it.

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Op 23 september 2005 12:46 schreef skullfuck het volgende:
De albums die Esham gedaan heeft voor dat hij dus bij Psychopathic records ging zijn gaaf!




Mostasteless van Twiztid kan ik wel naar luisteren. Toch wel gaaf eigenlijk. Maar dat gelul over nicotine en wiet, op de latere albums irriteert mij.

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Als gezeur over wiet zelfs jou al gaat irriteren...

Het oude werk Esham ken ik niet maar het nieuwe werk doet me niet zoveel eigenlijk.
Maar toch zou ik, als ik jou was, de cd's die ik net aanraadde eens luisteren.

Ik droom over hiphop.

What bitch?! WHAT?!!!!

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Op 23 september 2005 13:39 schreef XnegativeX het volgende:


What bitch?! WHAT?!!!!

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ALS WE TOCH BEZIG ZIJN

Zijn er nog liefhebbers hier die niet per se vinden dat hip-hop teksten grof moeten zijn? Zo ja, kent men/wat vindt men van Blackstar (Mos Def & Talib Kweli)? Pure f*cking poezie!!!

Escuchela.. la ciudad respirando
(translation: Listen to it.. the city is breathing)

Escuchela..

[Mos Def]
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shinin, like who on top of this?
People was susslin, arguin and bustlin
Gangstaz of Gotham hardcore hustlin
I'm wrestlin with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no time where the usual is suitable
Tonight alive, let's describe the inscrutable
The indisputable, we New York the narcotic
Strength in metal and fiber optics
where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches
Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost of living
is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options
No Batman and Robin, can't tell between
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons STAY sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
You either make a way or stay sobbin, the Shiny Apple
is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
You could lose your teeth, many crews retreat
Nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
Spotlight to savages, NASDAQ averages
My narrative, rose to explain this existance
Amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[Talib Kweli]
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps
we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept
The beast crept through concrete jungles
communicatin with one another
And ghetto birds where waters fall
from the hydrants to the gutters
The beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
You on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin to death that's painted by the numbers
with crime unapplied pressure, cats is playin God
but havin children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
Thoughts that people put in the air
Places where you could get murdered over a glare
But everything is fair
It's a paradox we call reality
So keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
Killers Born Naturally like, Mickey and Mallory
Not knowing the ways'll get you capped like an NBA salary
Some cats be emceeing to illustrate what we be seeing
Hard to be a spiritual being when shit is shakin what you believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED
My blood pressure boiled and rose, cause New York niggaz
actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state

[Mos Def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo don't the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[spanish speaking woman] Escuchela..respirando ??

[Common]
Yo...on The Amen, Corner I stood lookin at my former hood
Felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
Threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, I couldn't mask it
Mixin down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I coreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call, or at least beep the Lord, but didn't have a touch-tone
It's a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
Some of this land I must own
Outta the city, they want us gone
Tearin down the 'jects creatin plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God how he thought travellin the world sound
Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown
It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep
Deep, I heard my man breathe in his sleep
Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

[Mos Def and crew]
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Yo how the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Kiss the Ide's goodbye, I'm on the last train leaving

Nu ik die tekst zo terug lees, vind ik misschien wel de mooiste hip-hop lyrics ooit... kippevel.

Wat heeft dr. dré met wu tang te maken? Antwoord: niets...

The Chronic van Dré is één van de beste hiphop-platen van de jaren negentig.

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Op 23 september 2005 14:14 schreef VivaHate het volgende:
Wat heeft dr. dré met wu tang te maken? Antwoord: niets...

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goh?

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Op 23 september 2005 13:56 schreef Fusion het volgende:
Zijn er nog liefhebbers hier die niet per se vinden dat hip-hop teksten grof moeten zijn? Zo ja, kent men/wat vindt men van Blackstar (Mos Def & Talib Kweli)? Pure f*cking poezie!!!

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Ken je THE LAST POETS ?

Last Poets ja... Soort van godfathers van rap, als je 't mij vraagt...

Mos Def en Talib Kweli vind ik erg goed, maar 't is niets nieuws wat ze doen; a tribe called quest en de destijds best populaire Native Tongues-beweging deden hetzelfde... Ik heb het dan over eind jaren '80, begin jaren '90...

Dingen als Insane Clown Posse vind ik echt gruwelijk slecht trouwens.

@VivaHate: ja en nee. Ja, de Native Tongue movement (ATCQ, Black Sheep, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers etc), deed iets dergelijks al, maar ik vind de teksten op BlackStar en Reflection Eternal echt *veel* beter en poetischer.

Ik kan dikke hiphop zeker waarderen, maar meer om op te dansen dan bv ff lekker voor te gaan zitten en te luisteren ( behalve Black sunday van Cypress Hill die plaat doet het erg goed tijdens een vette joint )

Mijn muzieksmaak is zo breed als de kont van Erica Terpstra. Dus ik hou ook o.a. van hiphop. Thuis luister ik over het algemeen veel metal, maar als ik uitga luister ik juist graag hip-hop en hardstyle enzo. Beetje van de nieuwe generatie wel, ook al zijn de Beastie Boys ook erg gaaf!

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Op 23 september 2005 18:08 schreef valfar het volgende:
Mijn muzieksmaak is zo breed als de kont van Erica Terpstra. Dus ik hou ook o.a. van hiphop. Thuis luister ik over het algemeen veel metal, maar als ik uitga luister ik juist graag hip-hop en hardstyle enzo. Beetje van de nieuwe generatie wel, ook al zijn de Beastie Boys ook erg gaaf!

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Jaaaa...de Beastie Boys!

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Op 23 september 2005 18:11 schreef JaneDoe het volgende:
Jaaaa...de Beastie Boys!

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Dat was nog aardig tof in de waterfront

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Op 23 september 2005 18:20 schreef rajackar het volgende:
Dat was nog aardig tof in de waterfront

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De volgende keer gaan we om en om nummers van de beastie Boys aanvragen! HELEMAAL LOS!!

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Op 23 september 2005 18:02 schreef Fusion het volgende:
@VivaHate: ja en nee. Ja, de Native Tongue movement (ATCQ, Black Sheep, De La Soul, Jungle Brothers etc), deed iets dergelijks al, maar ik vind de teksten op BlackStar en Reflection Eternal echt *veel* beter en poetischer.

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aight, was meer om aan te geven dat niet elke neger met een mic rapt over wijven, juwelen en auto's...

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Op 23 september 2005 14:14 schreef VivaHate het volgende:
The Chronic van Dré is één van de beste hiphop-platen van de jaren negentig.

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Hele dikke, vette punt.