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Strepsils cu cannabis

Pai... N-o sa fiu aici la 12 noaptea sa va urez LMA. Asa ca va spun de-acum sa aveti un an mai putin de cacat ca asta ce-a trecut, plin de realizari intelectuale(sic!), femei, bani si restu' chestiilor insignifiante. Bucurati-va de viata. Iubiti-va mult. 'mi-as pula-n sufletele voastre de cersetori de urari. Muriti infipti in puli de ornitorinci.

Caterinca-Man, over and out...*static*...

Cum să te porţi cu o femeie

Terapie de cuplu. Cica functioneaza. Via zoso.

Asta te asteapta. De ce? "Pentru ca meriti"...


Da. Arata frumusel. Merge binisor. No Flash support. Cica evita nu stiu ce pericole internautice. Ma lasi? Ti-e sila pana la urma sa folosesti doar youtube-ul pentru ceva. Iti trebuie un DivShare, un DailyMotion, sau cine stie ce magarie de obiect Flash. Nu, ei n-au voie. Cine Doamne-iarta-ma sta sa se frece cu pluginurile lor? O mare MUIE pentru Wordpress. Raman la Blogger, asta macar face ce stie fara sa stau sa-mi faca capu' mare jucarioarele lor.


^_^ kekeke

Milioane de fulgi de zapada
Milioane de copii pe strada
...Descopera 6 milioane de metode si motive de-a muri
Renuntand la darul vietii...

Nicola feat. CTC sau viceversa.

EPIC Old School

8 dintre cele mai bune bucati de Old School. Enjoy. Versurile nu le verific ca-s mort de oboseala si am halit mai multe pastile decat PacMan (razi, futu-te-n bot, ca-i tare asta).


Incepem evident cu Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight. Freaky disco shit!

[Wonder Mike]

I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet.
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie,
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,
Let's rock, you don't stop,
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!


Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp,
The women fight for my delight.
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front,
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker MC try to prove a point,
We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint!
a-From sun to sun and from time to time
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well, I was walking home late one afternoon
A reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore,
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can,
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman."
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy, or even cute,
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit,"
I said, "You need a man man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night,
But can he rock a party 'til the early light?
He can't satisfy you with his little worm,
But I can bust you out with my super sperm!"
I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it.
An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop!
Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ,
Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn"
You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend

[Wonder Mike]

Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place
I don't care what these people think,
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door while it's still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says, "I understand about the food,
Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"
With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat..

Continuam cu cele mai bune voci feminine din Old School, adica Salt-N-Pepa - Push it. Descrierea e inutila.

Ah, push it
Ah, push it

Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby

Get up on this!

Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa's here!

[Now wait a minute, y'all
This dance ain't for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!]

Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin' by day then at night working up a sweat
C'mon girls, let's go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it

Ah, push it - push it good
Ah, push it - push it real good
Ah, push it - push it good
Ah, push it - p-push it real good

Hey! Ow!
Push it good!

Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
Now push it

Push it good
P-push it real good

Ah, push it
Get up on this!

Boy, you really got me going
You got me so I don't know what I'm doing

Ah, push it...

Urmeaza prima manifestare "cu mesaj social" a Rapului: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - The Message.

Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Dont care
I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to loose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Crazy lady, livin in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her

Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin under

My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, dallas at night
Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when Im not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike
At the station
Me on king kong standin on my back
Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!


My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school
Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin on a


A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young


Run-DMC? Nu stiti cine-au fost? Rusine. Urmeaza acuma Run-DMC - It's tricky. [SI DA, ei sunt aia de cantau cu Aerosmith]

This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital 
To rock a rhyme, that's right on time 
It's Tricky is the title, here we go... 

It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) 
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tricky) Trrrrrrrrrrricky 

I met this little girlie, her hair was kinda curly 
Went to her house and bust her out, I had to leave real early 
These girls are really sleazy, all they just say is please me 
Or spend some time and rock a rhyme, I said "It's not that easy" 

It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...(How is it D?) It's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Trrrrrricky) 
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky 

In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme 
They really (hawk) but we just (walk) because we have no time 
And in the city it's a pity cause we just can't hide 
Tinted windows don't mean nothin', they know who's inside 

It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...(How is it D?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) 
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) huh! 

When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time 
I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' cause I make up a rhyme 
I'm not braggin', people naggin' cause they think I'm a star 
Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far 
A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play 
Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay 
I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' cause I'm on TV 
They even bother my poor father cos he's down with me 

It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...(How is it?) Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky) 
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's Tricky...Tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky (Tr-Tr-Tr-Tricky) Tr-tr-tr... 

We are not thugs we don't use drugs but you assume on your own 
They offer coke and lots of dope but we just leave it alone 
It's like that y'all (y'all), but we don't quit 
You keep on (rock!) shock! Cause this is it...

Naughty by Nature - Hip Hop Hooray. N-are nevoie de prezentare.


You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way, Hey!
I'm lickin down you darlin'
In every single way, Hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way!


This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky fit so save ya flips
Plus tricks for that music plus the monkey bit.


Triggas from the Grilltown Illtown
Some ask how it feels
How the deal is that we're real so we're still around
Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome
Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' cause I'm vampin'


I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...


You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no!
I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'
You said I know you're Mr. O.P.P. man yo PP man won't only see me man
You should've known that I was wit if a bit when I ain't hit it
And step not to consider the Rep Heck!
I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker cause I'm Naughty by Nature
Not cause I hate cha!
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
Even though I forgave ya when you had a spark.

You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's graffiti written on your kitten
I love Black women always and disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey!

Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hip Hip Hop Hooray!
There's many hungry Hip Hoppers one reason Hip Hop's
Hip top today swerve what cha heard
Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin no crops
But still grownin ever day!


Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how Illtown drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found
Don't know me don't come around.

Tippy tippy (pause)
Tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your style is older than Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us
Some kitty purr I call em sir too
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
My problem solvers name is Mook!
I hittin' woodys in a hoody
Peace to Jesette, Jobete, Jo-Jo, Genae, and every hood gee!
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray...ho...hey...ho!

Smooth it out now!

Urmeaza War cu 2 piese clasice: The Cisco Kid si The World is a Ghetto.

Cisco Kid

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
He drink whiskey, Pancho drink the wine
He drink whiskey, Pancho drink the wine

We met down on the fort of Rio Grande
We met down on the fort of Rio Grande
Eat the salted peanuts out of can
Eat the salted peanuts out the can

The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort
The outlaws had us pinned down at the fort
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port
Cisco came in blastin', drinkin' port

They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel
They rode the sunset, horse was made of steel
Chased a gringo last night through a field
Chased a gringo last night through a field

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid was a friend of mine

The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine
The Cisco Kid he was a friend of mine

The World is a Ghetto

Walkin' down the street, smoggy-eyed
Looking at the sky, starry-eyed
Searchin' for the place, weary-eyed
Crying in the night, teary-eyed

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Wonder when I'll find paradise
Somewhere there's a home sweet and nice
Wonder if I'll find happiness
Never give it up now I guess

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Don't you know that it's true
that for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

There's no need to search anywhere
Happiness is here, have your share
If you know you're loved, be secure
Paradise is love to be sure

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Don't you know that it's true
That for me and for you
The world is a ghetto

Si bonus, pentru cunoscatori: Pigmeat Markham - Here comes the Judge!

Hear ye, hear ye
This court is now in session
His Honor, Judge Pigmeat Markham presidin
Hear ye, hear ye, the court of swing
It's just about ready to do that thing
I don't want no tears, I don't want no lies
Above all, I don't want no alibis
This Judge is hip, and that ain't all
He'll give you time if you're big or small
All in line for this court is neat
Peace brother, here comes the Judge
Here comes the Judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge

Everybody near or far
I'm goin' to Paris to stop this war
All those kids gotta listen to me
Because I am the judge and you can plainly see
I wanna big 'round table when I get there
I won't sit down to one that's square
I wanna lay down the law to them that brought it
I'll bust some head because I am the judge
He is the judge, he is the judge

Who's there? I is. I is who?
I is your next door neighbor
Order in this courtroom, order in this courtroom
Judge, your Honorship, Hi sir
Did I hear you say "Order in the Court?"
Yes I said order in the court
Well, I'll take two cans of beer, please
He is the judge, he is the judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge

I had a chat with Ho Chi Min
With cheap rice wine and chased with gin
Won't take long unless I miss my guess
I'll have you out of this doggone mess
I sent a cable to Bob and Mac
Let them know I'm comin' back
Sit right down with Rock and Nick
Teach them boys some of Pigmeat's tricks

Oh, oh judge, your Honor, Pigmeat said
"Don't you remember me??"
No, who are you, boy
Well, I'm the feller that introduced you
To your wife... to my wife?
Yeh, life! You son-of-a-gun you
Come November, election time
You vote your way, I'll vote mine
Cause there's a tie, and the money gets spent
Vote for Pigmeat Markham, President
I am the judge, vote for Pigmeat
I am the judge, vote for Pigmeat
Now, everybody knows I am the judge.

Eh? Am fata de radio? Muie. Iubiti-va mult!

CTC - TV (cu Raku)

Controlu' Tehnic de Calitate - TV (cu Raku)

[Deliric1/Jupiter/Dope Lungreen]

E demonstrat stiintific ca neuronii comunica pe frecvente joase, 
Semnal vizual pe 25 de Hertzi, senzorial pe sase, 
Deduci c-ai sanse sa amplifici semnalul cerebral si teoretic 
Poti controla orice obiect bazat pe impuls electric. 
Dar ce se-ntampla cand incerci sa aplici rezultate proiectului? 
Mindswitch in sens invers, te vezi pierdut din mers, ca mimezi 
Miscari controlate, eventual telecomandate. 
Gandeste-te la metode de manipulare implementate in societate, 
Cand un banal televizor e obiectul tau, menit sa te faca obiectul lor 
Si ei isi completeaza obiectivele, nici nu incepi sa banuiesti motivele 
Continua sa muti posturi, ei continua sa minta prostul din fiecare 
In fiecare zi simple transmisii cu semnal complex 
Sau efect scontat in cortex, unde crezi ca e controlul de care vorbesc?


De cand la TV e promovata curva din femeie, 
Pustoaice cu acnee se sparg noaptea pe alee, 
O mama copilului meu cu greu zaresc prin cornee 
Cand orice zdreanta vrea pe printu' din clip in trolee. 
Dorinte instantanee tie transmise-n clisee, 
Dependent de sticla, ti-au determinat trasee 
Si-asa spala pe creier mii de curcubitacee, 
Legume verzi pe care le vezi manate-n transee. 
Emisiuni S.F. fac OZN dintr-o scanteie 
De-asta multi asteapta salvarea din Calea Lactee 
Un candidat prezentat in curcubee 
Va-ntoarce, va curge sange din orhidee. 
Imaginea fenteaza, dicteaza orice idee, 
Mintea poluata esueaza precum o cetacee 
Cot la cot cu CTC, aceeasi crustacee 
Incheie a doua transmisie si iti da o noua cheie.

[VD88/Vlad Dobrescu/Escobar]

Apasa butonu' si pornesc, uita-te la mine cand vorbesc! 
Poate ca tu ai telecomanda, totusi eu te controlez. 
Deja ti-am educat parinti, iti fac tie educatie si-o sa-ti educ si copiii in 2020. 
O natie intreaga m-asculta cand spun povesti, 
Lasa-i pe toti sa vina la mine, cine te crezi tu ca sa-ncerci sa ma opresti? 
Vrei sa-ti spun ce esti? Un sclav care si-a cumparat stapan, 
Adevarul n-are pret, d-aia n-am de-ales si-ti vand minciuni! 
Dar n-are nimic, caci imaginea imi dispare c-un click, 
Esti liber oricand sa pleci, tu esti de vina, crezi tot ce-ti zic! 
Nu e vina mea ca lumina mea a devenit mai importanta pentru tine  
Decat e heroina pentru un dependent de dava 
Deci nu te lupta pentru ca e inutil, fratii mei sunt de ordinul sutelor de mii 
Si-am transformat oameni in copii.
Dupa imaginile prezentate,
Fericire si libertate,
vi le dau pe toate
dupa un scurt moment de publicitate...

[LDoc/Doctor Lirik/Skilltester Stabbone]

De unde crezi ca ti-ai luat titlul de infractor in blugi largi? 
De unde vezi totul de la crime la campuri de maci. 
Nu stii de ce esti privit cum esti privit pe strada, 
Esti declarat nul fiindca ecranul lasa sa se vada 
Doar aspectele proaste, in timp ce conspectele noastre 
Nemediatizate ma lovesc ca directele-n coaste, 
De ce nu-i cultura Hip-Hop, suntem aurolaci doar fiindca dam din cap? 
TV-ul iti frange capul, eu c-un joint mai scap. 
Umplu o foaie in alb intr-un minut, nu-i tare, 
Dati-ma la Observator, subiecte extraordinare! 
Lumea mea nu-i pe ecrane, deci n-ai cum s-o-ntelegi. 
Mai bine treci pe alt program, CNA-ul nostru are alte legi. 

Marfa si Banii

Pentru femeile din toata lumea, dar in special pentru romance. Va iubesc!

Fugees - Vocab (Hip Hop Remix)

Intro: Lauryn Hill

Yo, this is the Fugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of The Booga Basement
The Basement, word

Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, wiiild

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Underground got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Two: Prazwell

Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh


(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Three: Wyclef

Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
from be-bop to bee-bee

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Va pup...

M-am gandit sa mai scriu si io. V-ati plictisit oricum de blogu' asta... Da' tot va uitati, a? Va place, recunoasteti. Va place mizeria, romanilor. Degeaba negati. Primul pas spre vindecare este sa recunoasteti ca aveti o problema. Asta cel putin zice primul pas de la Alcoolicii Anonimi. Io nu-s anonim, asa ca nu am nici o problema cu bautura. Bine, sunt ceva probleme cand nu e. Da' acum oricum stomacu' meu e perpendicular pe realitate si paralel cu speranta de viata in Zimbabwe. Deci daca ai inteles ceva, inseamna ca te caci in sus si ai numai sange pe tavanu' de la baie. Pentru ca tu te caci sange, iti iese creierul pe cur. Bine, carnea aia uscata si sarata ce-o tii pe post de creier. Cum i s-o spune in "cultura" ta mega-dezvoltata, nu stiu. Cert e ca cangurii s-au mutat. Nu mai vor chestia aia subnutrita pe care tu atat de flegmatic o numesti "creier". Si te dezgusta diareea mea intelectuala, dar continui sa citesti. Nu inchide fereastra, ca nu mai are nici un farmec, te pacalesti singur/a. Degeaba, "nu te mai crezi tu, nu te mai crede nimeni". Asa ca ma pis pe gandirea ta eronata, ma fut pe panarama ta de opinie, ma cac in pizda ma-tii dupa ce o iau la posta toti eschimosii si invit cangurii sa faca bazin olimpic din gaoaza ta.

Cu dedicatie. :*


Stie cineva...

De ce pisatul de femeie pute mai rau ca cel de barbat? Serios, chiar nu stiu. Va rog raspundeti.

Randuri de la balamuc

Normal ca se face frig in jur. Daca stai si meditezi la pula mea si chestii d-astea... Cacat. Nu asa. Nu asa se face treaba. Nimeni nu stie cum se face treaba. Da' daca staaaaaaaaaaaaaai asaaaa toata ziua... n-ai facut nimic. Si mai stiu si ca sunt de acord cu mine. Deci nu ma pot contrazice. Deci ma ridic in pula mea de pe scaun si ma duc sa ma spal la pula, sa nu-mi puta scrotu' cand mi-l iei la intrebari. Ce pula mea stai sa citesti? Du-te si tu si fa un dus.

Vita mare esti!

Si nu credeam vorba aia: "insistenta in greseala s.n. prostie". Pula mea, acum cine-i de vina? Ia ghici. Bou' de io. Nu mai sunt taur. Sunt taur fara coaie. Sunt bou. Probabil ca n-am avut niciodata. Probabil ca nimeni n-a avut. Coaiele probabil sunt un concept pur teoretic. Exista, dar nu se poate demonstra ca exista altceva in afara de doua nuci atarnate de stremeleag. Exista acolo sa te doara cand iti futi un elastic de la chiloti peste ele. Exista sa aiba ce sa te doara cand iti da cineva cu sutu' acolo. Dar sunt. Si nu-i frumos sa te legi de ele. Chiar, stie cineva etimologia cuvantului "coi"? Sa va vad, futu-va-n gat de experti. Lua-v-as stomacu' la rostogolit.

Btw, sunt oleaca ciupit, asa ca-mi cer scuze pentru eventualele greseli tipografice. Perfectionist cum sunt, am incercat sa le evit. Pula mea...

Psycho Realm - Goodtimes

Produs aprobat de subsemnatu'. Nu ratati! Ocazie unica in viata.

PS: Apasati pe butonasu' ala-n forma de triunghi isoscel indreptat cu unghiul mic spre dreapta. Ah, si dai cu mausu' peste liniutele alea din ce in ce mai mari... Apasati pe ultima. Retards. Va las cu versurile:

I like to have a good time,
Joke a little, toke a little,
Drink a little wine...

(Jacken Gonzalez)
They say there's good times and bad times
Well let me talk about the good in the 'hood
'Cause this might be the last time I get to say my piece
I might decease
'Cause the bad do take over sometimes, kapish?
We're from the home of the killer bees
Where nine millis be peeling these caps
Filling these gaps some civillians get taxed
The feelings you catch from killing these rats
Happen sometimes but mostly we just chill and relax
Women we mack
Fulltime hustlers, money we stack
Six deuce
One broad in the front and four in the back
Two if you're fat
In your own car follow the pack
Got some jack in my lap to hold me back
It's that lust potion
After the bottle they look like a model
Otherwise one of the homies will do me the paro
My crew's motto: "let's get some naked time baby"
If not we'll drop you off and we'll see you tomorrow...

I like to have a good time
Joke a little, toke a little
Drink a little wine...

(Jacken Gonzalez)
I'm that rolling stone that roam the streets stoned
Unless you got some money for me leave me alone
It's my life and I live it, too short for a loan
So I can't do it your way, I stick to my own
Block parties, backyard boogies, and mozy wozies
Alcohol, music, hoes, and homies
Girls that hold me and love me
Think the world of me
Beautiful women that don't give a fuck if I'm ugly
I got more time than money, holmes
You know the song
If you think that they're getting dough from me
You're dead wrong
Those that play games get clowned my game's strong
They get the L.D. then we move'em along
To the next pink, the next drink
The next joint gets my eyes chinked
Who gives a fuck what you think
It's in the name of fun that's how my game is run
And I'll be jokin' and tokin' 'til my days are done

I like to have a good time
Joke a little, toke a little
Drink a little wine...

Nothing Else Matters...

Adi Despot Reloaded

Grow up

Am vazut azi pe meleagurile hi5-ului, dintr-un blog intr-altu' ajungand acolo, un profil mai putin obisnuit. Nu tu "minimalist" cu freza-n stil Edward-Maini-de-Foarfece, nu tu "coca-style" cu ochelari de soare-n baie, nu tu viitoare absolventa a Universitatii din Madrid, Spania. Nu, era un Satan-man. Un pusti... Bine, nu stiu ce varsta are, dar la ce mentalitate are, consider categoria in care l-am trantit potrivita. Respectivu' are poze cu "Gizas" in diferite ipostaze considerate de unii "funny". Bine, trecem peste. Dar nu pot sa nu ma gandesc ce e in capul nefericitei bacterii. Probabil a fost abuzat de tatal sau cand era mic, probabil n-a supt de la ma-sa ci de la muncitorii de pe santier sau probabil are crize de epilepsie romantica in timp ce sta cu ea in mana ore in sir. Oricum ar fi situatia, orientarea religioasa sau sexuala (BIG TIME FAG, IMO), trebuie neaparat sa intreb: CAND, OARE, VETI CRESTE, OAMENI BUNI?

"Inteligent ca iepurasu Bugs Bunny fac banii, 
 Banii nu ma fac si permanent, caterincos ca Duffy Duck,
 Sunt combinatia perfecta dintre om si desen animat
 Si nu sunt de la trupa Simplu, dar ma pun in cap.
 Nimeni Altu', fara sa fac pe dracu-n patru,
 O comit frecvent si va prezint rezultatul..."

Cumparati albumu'!  Merita!


Sa-mi fac ordine in viata, sa-mi pun un playlist pe blog, sa-mi fac tema la mate, sa plimb dracusoru' din cap (ce vrei? de caine n-am avut bani. plus ca asta mananca orice), sa vad macar o data Jamaica, sa simt ca nu se poate mai bine, sa vrajesc o vrajitoare, sa ma cert cu o culturista, sa-mi pun rachete pe role, sa merg cu masina fara roti la 90 km/h, sa ma duc luni la sala, sa nu mai pierd nopti, ci zile, sa vorbesc toata ziua despre porcarii (pe care nici pe mine nu ma intereseaza), sa ajung presedinte si sa cedez locu' lu' Aristotel, sa zbor alaturi de randunele si sa ma cac pe masina ta, sa trag o laba si o flegma in shaorma ta, sa determin vecina sa cheme armata cand ascult muzica, sa nu ma mai oftic, sa ma calmez fara alcool, sa ma las de fumat, dar nu de tras in piept, sa privesc apusul timp de 20 de zile, sa vreau sa ajung in Vama fara sa vreau sa beau, sa fiu in perfecta armonie cu Universul...


Dar chiar trebuie sa...phew...chill...chillax...chilleanu...chilli... Red Hot Chillies in Your Ass...

You must succeed... "Bine, ca... Asta-i pentru cei care stiu..."

Boom-chacka-boom-boom...*Bag pula, iar a sarit sidiu'"

Oricine poate sa faca poezie
Ca exemplu, ai aici niste tampenii scrise de-un nebun ce zice ca scrie cand n-are altceva mai bun de facut,
Ia inteligenta cu imprumunt,
Se caca-n gandurile tale
Si te face sa ravnesti aceeasi putoare
Zi de zi, ca atunci cand zici ca atunci cand ai fost deflorata a fost vorba de-o floare
Zici ca ai varsta din buletin, creierul inecat in vin si esti cu gandul la "stalpu'" divin, 
Canta-ti-ar la inmormantare "Adeline"!

Versurile nu imi apartin, dar le pot accept ca fiind ale mele, in speranta ca maine ma voi umple de BANI!


P.S.(Pe Salam): Revin (poi)maine cu mai multe.