for da brothas

After he accepting his “Decade of Hotness” award(Yeah thats the real name of it, no homo) at Spike TV’s Guys Choice Awards last night, he did something that almost every brotha has wanted to do at one point or another, tongue down Halle Berry, squeeze the ass & get ure dick rubbed (see halle in 3rd pic).

 

halle da dick n balls handler…*go halle, go halle…*
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we’ve come so far

spoiler alert


jesus dies on pg. 681
http://www.afrojacks.com/
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classic hip hop albums


remember when the source mag was “the hip hop bible“?
remember when the source mag had more ads than features?
remember when the source mag got biased & opinionated?
remember when the source mag lost all credibility?
remember when the source mag went r.i.p.?
ahhhh, the good ol’ daze.
*legend has it that drey used to smoke & talk nothing but hip hop
with his source in his back pocket…always.
hip hop heads on the east can agree on 70% of classic albums.
ra, pe, kane, atcq, de la, nas, jay, main source, etc…all hold a spot
on the list for us along with dre, snoop & cube on da left side of things.
if you’re new or not too familiar with quality, heartfelt, treasured,
innovative, creative hip hop, this may be the list(s) of albums to
*drey clears throat* get.
lotta golden era releases here. for those puzzled about the
“hip hop is dead” saying, just take notice of the era(years) most
classics were released…see if you can spot the
golden era posts on this blog (dreysay2).

see list here at rateyourmusic.com
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Unexplainable.net

2012 Great Polar Shift, Time of Revelation, Humans Ascend, Theory
By Unexplainable.net
2/15/04

I have been fascinated with the great time shift that is scheduled to occur Dec 21 2012. As Theory Says, Between 2004 and 2012, the Earth will make it’s shift into the 4th dimension and shortly after to the 5th dimension. Is this another bogus theory, or is it real?

I have been examining this theory piece by piece and I am desperately seeking more information.. Let me go over my knowledge of the Situation as I know now..
Mayan Calendar

Let’s start with the Mayan People. Well before Christ in the beginning of mans existence, the Mayan Civilization brought much knowledge to this world. With there complex Math equations, to the most accurate calendar in existence..
The Mayan people Made a calendar that is the world’s most accurate calendar ever. Just like our calendar 30 days/12 months the Mayan uses the numbers 20/13. So-far no inaccuracies have been found in the Mayan calendar.. The Tzolkin Calendar left by the Mayans Started recording time in 3,114 BC and the Calendar Ends in 2,012AD. The Mayan Tzolkin Calendar is a Cycle of almost precisely 5,125 days
Keep in mind that the Mayans were thousands of years Before Christ. In the stages of primitive Man. But yet They were able to exactly pinpoint (to the day) the two Venus Transits and when humanity will change forever. Continue reading

more from sha-stimuli…

IS IT ME? PART 13
As much as this hurts me inside I have come to grips with the
fact that I do not look scary at all to strangers. I can have my
earphones in bopping to my music with the meanest of faces
on a dark New York street and some elderly Caucasian lady
will tap me on the shoulder and ask me for directions without
hesitation. I want to say “Don’t I look frightening? Why aren’t
you concerned that I’ll rob you Miss?”

But I never get it out, and this happens quite often to me. I have
been in the middle of conversations, or on the phone on the street
and some person that I know I could easily take down and steal
all their valuables just trusts in me to lead them on their path the
right way. My hoodie and attitude mean nothing to people and that
sucks.

I guess that’s why this retarded kid in the park the other day
decided he would throw his football at me and it would be cool to
initiate an impromptu game of catch with someone he’s never met
in his life. This kid had to be about 8 yrs old, his mother was either
watching from a distance or sent him over while she hid.

Anyway, here I was 4 minutes into it back and forth looking for an
out when it dawned on me that catch is just that…catch. You throw
and you catch, that’s it! There isn’t a score, no winner and no clock;
the game of catch isn’t a game at all. It has no end and I had no
way of finishing this torture other than running away from this
excited youngster who might’ve been alone in a park. Then I started
thinking maybe this was a prank and I was being filmed, or maybe
this was a test from God to see how patient I am or there could be
some beautiful, model Mom that wanted to know if I was a good
stepfather candidate and this was how she felt out potential partners.

read sha’s original article here
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what is lyricism? (ahh.com)


just at allhiphop.com checking to this thread.
give it a look. drey will be linking to this site often.
had an account since ’05, but for whatever reason had
to create new one…oh well.
(must join to post comments though)

After reading numerous opinions on these boards about the topic, its
quite clear that there is no common consenses for what exactly “Lyricism”
is.

For instance you can ask different people “Is Wayne a
lyricist?” and get several different answers.

On one hand you could say he is [or was before the autotune] since he is usually saying some pretty clever outside the box shit, its just extremely uncohesive. On the other hand one might say “Nah, he’s not a lyricist, tell me what the fuck is he talking about! [usually an angry conversation]”

Now I must ask the question… Does a rapper have to be talking about something to be considered a lyricist, or do yall feel as if punchline rappers, who base there content on shock value lyricist as well?

In other words does a MC have to stay on topic to be considered lyricist?

read rest of post
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sha’s what if?

got this from sha stimuli’s blog over at hiphopdx.com. check it out. sha is
nice with the mic for those unfamiliar with dude. he released a street
album/mixtape every month in 2008. here’s what he has to say:

“I am not a rapper!” You may have heard this phrase from some of your favorite emcees over the years. Some of them want you to view them as hustlers or criminals that just happen to magically be good at putting words together. Continue reading

some seriously hilarious shit

the urban dictionary uses user-submitted definitions. sorta like wikipedia.
but nobody edits. a huge percentage of these definitions are warm crap.
for instance, while lit up, drey searched the word “black” & lhfao. he thinks these people should stand in front of the nearest mirror, smile & practice saying
“would you like fries with that?”.

the word black
[defined by america’s future garbagemen]

2. black
African-Americans. The opposite of nigger.
Example of people who are/were black: Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Mohamed Ali, Barrack Obama, Condi Rice, the black men and women out there who are working, surviving and contributing to society like any other citizen, and the black men who are putting their lives on the line in Iraq Nigger are a different category.
Niggers are African-Americans who are drug dealers, Continue reading

web watch

http://thingsyoucantdocokedup.tumblr.com/

this site if extremely educational. cokeheads know whats what,
but 4 aaaaaaaall of u new to the white girl, pay phuckin
attention…this is some real schitt.

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  • behind da barz

    --------the chemicals R identical, we're one & the same / with 7 letters in all 3 of my government names / walked on water, nah, neither did jesus / its a parable to make followers & readers believers--------i gave her my honorable discharge & she took it like a soldier--------what's a black beetle anyway, a fuckin roach-------she told the director she tryna get in a school-he said "take them glasses off and get in the pool"---------what ya'll call swag to me is faggotry-------my outfit so disrespectful / u go 'head n sneeze let my presence bless u--------its quite amazing that u rhyme like u do / & how u shine like u grew up in a shrine in peru-------its hard fuckin with niggaz u hope u can trust / ure a fool if ure main bitch is easy to fuck--------beyond the walls of intelligence life is divine / i think of crime when im in a new york state of mind - ------THE WAY SOME ACT IN RAP IS KINDA WACK / IT LACKS CREATIVITY & INTELLIGENCE / BUT THEY DON'T CARE BECAUSE THEIR COMPANY IS SELLING IT / ITS MY PHILOSOPHY ON THE INDUSTRY--------From days I wasn't "Abel/able", there was always "Cain/caine-------know how to leave anything in 30 seconds / when you feel the heat coming & flee with the murder weapon--------ayo my silent moments' loud as the crack of thunder / my hunger like the crocodile that attacked the hunter-------i'm something between platinum & flop, underground & mainstream / conscious, backpack, scratch dat; same thing---------this phiscal year im'a stay hot, buzzin / wit dudes that help me shoot like a-rod's cousin-------i fight chicks who bite dicks / give 'em lock-jaw then make 'em fight pits ------all we see is terrorism on telievision ------i'm da illest nigga alive watch me prove it / i'll snatch your crown with your head still attatched to it ------slap your face till your head ache your neck break / the next day slash your throat thru the neckbrace ------ I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames / I'm a head case, the head nurse gets me better with brain ------ure now dealin with da kid who heat-holds & reloads / like god gave him a gta ammunition cheat-code ------once upon a time i used to grind all night / with dat coke residue that was ipod white ------ --i took trips with so much shit in the whip / that if the cops pulled us over the dogs would get sick (sniff) ------ i put my lifetime in between the paper's lines / i'm da quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme ------brain cells are lit ideas start to hit / next the formation of words dat fit / at da table i sit making it legit / when my pen hits da paper...aah shit -------i save money while u spendin ure doe / i must stash like da hair between your lip & your nose ------age don't count in the booth / when your flow stayed submerged in the fountain of youth -------when i'm writing i'm trapped in between the lines / i escape when i finish da rhyme - ------if we can't eat together then u aint my mans / so when u see me in da streets dont shake my hand- -----money is da root of all evil / dats why u always gotta now where u stand with your people--------i can show u how to gamble your money, handle a gun / & be a family man & go home to your sun- -------black diamonds in my jesus-piece / MY GOD-------its like da ball be over the plate & they dont call it a strike- ------i'm a gangsta & a gentleman, show you both sides of the coin / knife at your throat-gun at your groin- --------my testimonial be "death to a phony mc / you wanna impress me, show me a ki--------lord knows what homey would do if i showed him da 9 / a one-eyed man is king in the land of the blind--------on da road to riches & diamond rings / in the land of the blind a man with one eye is the king--------you lack the minerals & vitamins, iron & the niacin--------stares get exchanged then the 5th come out / the tough guy disappears then the bitch come out--------if you got a bith you dont argue with dat bitch / you dont listen to dat bitch all you do is fuck dat bitch-------know da bitch b4 you call yourself lovin it / nogga wit a benz fuckin it------went from $20Gs for blow to $30gs a show / to orgies wit hoes i never seen befo'-------i'm intelectual; passed more essays / than police motorcade parades thru east l.a.-------DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF LITTLE ITALY LITTLE DID WE KNOW / WE RIDDLED SOME MIDDLE-MAN WHO DIDN'T DO DIDDLY-------visualizing the realism of life in actuality / fuck who's da baddest; a person's status depends on salary-------mechanical movement, understandable smooth shit / that murderers move with-the thief's theme--------DEEP LIKE "THE SHINING" SPARKLE LIKE A DIAMOND / SNEAK AN UZI ON DA ISLAND IN MY ARMY JACKET LINING / HIT THE EARTH LIKE A COMET - INVASION / NAS IS LIKE THE AFRO-CENTRIC ASIAN; ½ MAN, ½ AMAZING-------& why certainly i'm squirtin / bust a nut then get up & wipe my dick on your curtain-------walk by your casket & spit in your face--------i know how to get my peers off me / make 'em cry & die from high blood-pressure cuz tears are salty-------i'm not trying to give you love & affection / i'm tryna give you 60 seconds of erection / then im'a give you cab fare & directions / get your independent ass outta here - question?---------black cat is bad luck; bad guys wear black / must've been a white guy who started all that--------either you're slinging crack-rocks or you got a wicked jumpshot--------all us blacks got is sports & entertainment--------2 many athletes, actors & rappers / but not enough niggaz at nasa - ------why did bush knock down the towers?--------I REACT LIKE MIKE / ANY ONE TY-SON, JOR-DAN, JACK-SON / action, pack gunz, ridiculous--------all the teachers couldn't reach me & my mom couldn't beat me / hard enough to make up for my pop not seeing me---------kings from queens, from queens comes kings / we're raising hell like a class when the lunch bell rings---------excuse me miss, can i give you a minute? / may i buy you a glass of ice with liquor in it?--------what goes around comes around i figure / now we got white kids calling themselves nigga / the tables turn as the crosses burn...---------YOU LOVE TO HEAR THE STORY AGAIN & AGAIN / OF HOW IT ALL GOT STARTED WAY BACK WHEN--------i guess they got a grudge cause i won't budge / playin tough, staring down the judge with my hands cuffed---------A CHILD IS BORN WITH NO STATE OF MIND / BLIND TO THE WAYS OF MANKIND--------who shot biggie smalls? if we don't get them they gon' get us all / i'm down to run up pn them crackers in their city hall----------its kinda hard to be optimistic / when your homey is laying dead in a casket----------they say the blacker the berry; the sweeter the juice / i say the darker the flesh; then the deeper the roots---------i took your breath away then we'd perform cpr---------there's no real way it can be explained / i guess its just the way i smile when i hear your name--------CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME / C.R.E.A.M. GET THE MONEY, DOLLAR DOLLAR BILL Y'AAAAALL------------see I’m a poet to some, a regular modern day shakespeare / jesus christ the king of these latter day saints here / To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as / a monger of hate and satan a scatter-brained atheist--------i remember marvin gaye used to sing to me / he had me feeling like black was the thing to be------------this be that put-you-out-your-misery song / that makes you ask your man 'is this the joint he's dissin me on?'---------foul all your life now ure 90 / on ure death bed u regret being grimey---------INDUSTRY RULE #4080, RECORD COMPANY PEOPLE ARE SHAAADYYYY / so kids watch your back cause i think they smoke crack---------society's a weak excuse for a man-----------planet earth my place of birth / born to be the sole controller of the universe---------the mic had my prints, on on it was a body---------a squealer tells, but the dealer still sells---------some young male put in jail / lawyer so good his bail was on sale----------i'm just takin a piss......unless you're gonna do it----------fuck street clothes, we thug it out in tuxedos / stomp niggaz with hard bottoms in casinos--------people higher up have the lowest self-esteem / & the prettiest people do the ugliest things-----------IF YOU ADMIRE SOMEONE YOU SHOULD GO 'HEAD & TELL 'EM / PEOPLE NEVER GET THE ROSES WHILE THEY CAN STILL SMELL 'EM-----------goddamn, what a nigga gotta do to make a million / without the fbi catching feelings--------i got a story to tell / in these streets we got drugs & guns for sale---------we keep the nine tucked chop dimes up rap about it / wild out fuck niggaz up laugh about it---------- read between tha lines of ya eyes and ya brows / ya handshake aint matchin ya smile---------what the fuck i rap for? to push a fuckin rav-4?-------fuck all the glamour & glitz, i plan to get rich / i'm from new york & never was a fan of the knicks----------the white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him / his flow on renegade-fuckin awesome...applaud him-------before i start you know i gotta / pay homage & respects to afrika bambaata---------DRUGS IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS / MONEY IS THE KEY TO SEX------i pimped my crib so i must exhibit------- I - WILL - NOT - LOSE !
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