Muziek / Muziekgames / Knock Out: Rappers [Deel 2]
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geplaatst: 19 oktober 2008, 22:31 uur
Rhythm & Poetry schreef:
(Hoe kan Slug nou zo nipt doorgaan
)
Hoe kan hij uberhaupt doorgaan tegen Rick.(Hoe kan Slug nou zo nipt doorgaan
)En AG er uit tegen R.A.
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SinX
geplaatst: 19 oktober 2008, 22:34 uur
Net terug van een weekend geen computer, en zie tot mijn grote opluchting dat Slug in ieder geval door is 

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geplaatst: 19 oktober 2008, 22:39 uur
Ik vind Slug een beetje overgewaardeerd op deze site. Slug is in mijn ogen niet meer dan een gemiddelde rapper.
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Hypnotick
geplaatst: 19 oktober 2008, 23:30 uur
Reijersen schreef:
Ik heb in ieder geval nog nooit van Bahamadia gehoord.
Ik heb in ieder geval nog nooit van Bahamadia gehoord.
Heb jij even geluk dat manwijf is niet om aan te horen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRAaW8SsgSo
Met haar verse verpest ze wel een deel van die fantastische track. ( laatste verse is van Bahamadia ) echt zonde dat ze op die track staat. ik snap niet waarom Stoupe het accepteert dat zo,n muzikaal gehandicapt manwijf over zijn glorieuze beats rapt alhoewel ze niet echt rapt, ze praat meer alsof haar stem dood is.
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geplaatst: 19 oktober 2008, 23:30 uur
En AG er uit tegen R.A.
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.Is dat zo raar? Ik moet van AG nog een verse horen zoals RA dropte op Uncommon Valor.
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 00:10 uur
Pure fictie die verse.
Dit is pas goed.
Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats
Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies
Juveniles act wild
Every footstep you take, on every corner there's a crack vial
Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying
Now the dealer's in jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this stuff you have to find
A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine
Cause I'm aware of all evil and devilishment
Because I'm living in a rat like settlement
Sometimes it's hard to manage
I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
Yeah I'm woozy and my eyes are red
But it's better than a uzi and a brotherman is dead
See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
Four out of nine were killed before their prime
The other five wanted vengeance
So now five out of five are doin a jail sentence
Ask the Giant I've been through it
So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it
And I know how to strive, huh
Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive
En de geniale conclusie trouwens ook
So let's all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours
Walk a straight path, but it's so easy to stumble
So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
Get your chance to sell drugs, you don't pass up
But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
It's a damn shame, you're deaf dumb and blind
Did it ever cross your mind, you're killin off your own kind
And pretty soon even you will be a goner
Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
You're physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
We shall overcome with no doubt
The runaway slave is sayin peace and I'm out
Dit is pas goed.
Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats
Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies
Juveniles act wild
Every footstep you take, on every corner there's a crack vial
Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying
Now the dealer's in jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this stuff you have to find
A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine
Cause I'm aware of all evil and devilishment
Because I'm living in a rat like settlement
Sometimes it's hard to manage
I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
Yeah I'm woozy and my eyes are red
But it's better than a uzi and a brotherman is dead
See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
Four out of nine were killed before their prime
The other five wanted vengeance
So now five out of five are doin a jail sentence
Ask the Giant I've been through it
So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it
And I know how to strive, huh
Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive
En de geniale conclusie trouwens ook

So let's all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours
Walk a straight path, but it's so easy to stumble
So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
Get your chance to sell drugs, you don't pass up
But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
It's a damn shame, you're deaf dumb and blind
Did it ever cross your mind, you're killin off your own kind
And pretty soon even you will be a goner
Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
You're physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
We shall overcome with no doubt
The runaway slave is sayin peace and I'm out
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Hypnotick
geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 01:09 uur
GarnalenPeller schreef:
Pure fictie die verse.
Dit is pas goed.
Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats
Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies
Juveniles act wild
Every footstep you take, on every corner there's a crack vial
Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying
Now the dealer's in jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this stuff you have to find
A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine
Cause I'm aware of all evil and devilishment
Because I'm living in a rat like settlement
Sometimes it's hard to manage
I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
Yeah I'm woozy and my eyes are red
But it's better than a uzi and a brotherman is dead
See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
Four out of nine were killed before their prime
The other five wanted vengeance
So now five out of five are doin a jail sentence
Ask the Giant I've been through it
So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it
And I know how to strive, huh
Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive
En de geniale conclusie trouwens ook
So let's all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours
Walk a straight path, but it's so easy to stumble
So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
Get your chance to sell drugs, you don't pass up
But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
It's a damn shame, you're deaf dumb and blind
Did it ever cross your mind, you're killin off your own kind
And pretty soon even you will be a goner
Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
You're physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
We shall overcome with no doubt
The runaway slave is sayin peace and I'm out
Pure fictie die verse.
Dit is pas goed.
Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats
Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies
Juveniles act wild
Every footstep you take, on every corner there's a crack vial
Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying
Now the dealer's in jail, all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this stuff you have to find
A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine
Cause I'm aware of all evil and devilishment
Because I'm living in a rat like settlement
Sometimes it's hard to manage
I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
Yeah I'm woozy and my eyes are red
But it's better than a uzi and a brotherman is dead
See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
Four out of nine were killed before their prime
The other five wanted vengeance
So now five out of five are doin a jail sentence
Ask the Giant I've been through it
So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it
And I know how to strive, huh
Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive
En de geniale conclusie trouwens ook

So let's all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours
Walk a straight path, but it's so easy to stumble
So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
Get your chance to sell drugs, you don't pass up
But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
It's a damn shame, you're deaf dumb and blind
Did it ever cross your mind, you're killin off your own kind
And pretty soon even you will be a goner
Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
You're physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
We shall overcome with no doubt
The runaway slave is sayin peace and I'm out
Gaaaaaap

Dit is pas goed:
I've got a bone to pick with all these skeletons in closets/
They're breaking down the barriers, embellishing my losses/
And under all the verses, I wonder if it's worth it/
And whether it's irrelevant, the elements are constant/
No sleep and apparently a pen/
Is the perfect combination for the therapy again/
So I scribble in a pad 'til it carries me within/
All the ripples in my past that I carefully attend/
When all I got to do is take a look into my pedigree/
And mentally amenities will make another memory/
The penalties are lending me a bitter loss of energy/
A destiny of inhibition until my wings will set me free, now/
No time for regrets, keep moving forward and hope for the best/
Its all gone, I'll say so long and never let go of what I hold in my chest/
This is dedicated to the dedication left behind/
Me, a dedicated mental patient on a bed of knives/
I meant to find a certain person worthy of current purpose/
Searching through the epitaphs to make the dead alive/
And edify as I watch all the faces walking by/
Painted with perplexing looks, abrasions and awkward eyes/
Showing me to modify broken wings I've taught to fly/
Often I go and dream of a place across the sky/
Where I reside and dark breaks the light/
Never stop moving, a sharks way of life/
Set still as sparks drape the sky/
And debt builds, a heart pays the price with /
Love, pain, sun, rain, (I remember when my mother used to lie to me)/
hate, grace, blood stains (and I remember when my father used to lie to me)/
Life, death, time, rest, (and I remember when my teachers used to lie to me)/
this is my breath (and then they wonder why I have no faith in this society)/
I can't find stability I lack the right ability/
To act inside humility and magnify the will in me/
Every time I try to be, satisfy or feel at ease/
I'd rather be an actor and to act than try to deal with things/
Until I fall and I hit the rock bottom/
And I grieve with the leaves 'til I pray its not autumn/
The blood starts to draw and it falls from the wrists/
When the slits are across and I ball up a fists/
So call it a gift but I'm not living for the present/
When it all becomes the past and I can't listen to the questions/
Isn't it a blessing when I feel like I'm alive/
And I don't have to be another fucking cynic for a second/
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 01:43 uur
Dat is op een andere manier goed. Maar ik vind A.G. een stuk autentieker dan die introverte mental case lyrics van sadistik.
Hiphop is muziek van de mensen, geen elitair gebrabbel met veel grote woorden.
A.G. schetst ongelovelijk goed een beeld, net als R.A. op uncommon valour. Alleen geeft A.G. ook nog eens antwoorden en kritiek, waar R.A. je laat zitten met een enkele one-liner: "Cause in live god take god give."
Hiphop is muziek van de mensen, geen elitair gebrabbel met veel grote woorden.
A.G. schetst ongelovelijk goed een beeld, net als R.A. op uncommon valour. Alleen geeft A.G. ook nog eens antwoorden en kritiek, waar R.A. je laat zitten met een enkele one-liner: "Cause in live god take god give."
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 09:27 uur
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Big L Corleone, veels te vroeg gestorven netals Charizma (nog vroeger).
Big L Corleone, veels te vroeg gestorven netals Charizma (nog vroeger).
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 10:00 uur
A.G. schetst ongelovelijk goed een beeld, net als R.A. op uncommon valour. Alleen geeft A.G. ook nog eens antwoorden en kritiek
Lekker boeiend. Antwoorden geven is voor politici, niet voor artiesten. Bovendien vertelt RA op Uncommon Valor gewoon een horrorverhaal over de oorlog, waar zou hij in hemelsnaam antwoorden op moeten hebben?
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 10:02 uur
GarnalenPeller schreef:
Maar ik vind A.G. een stuk autentieker dan die introverte mental case lyrics van sadistik.
Maar ik vind A.G. een stuk autentieker dan die introverte mental case lyrics van sadistik.
Juist, ik heb ook niks met die quasi (of helemaal) intelligente lyrics over allerhande gloomy zelfhulp problemen en dergelijke van dat soort rappers.
Ik heb meer met harde en goede delivery van echte rappers.
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 10:36 uur
Ik ken ze individueel (misschien wel van een groep) allebei niet dus ik pas.
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JET_JAGUAR
geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 10:40 uur
Willie D is van de Geto Boys, Apathy werkt veel met Celph Titled, Majik Most en Louis Logic enzo.
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 11:12 uur
Ik heb meer met harde en goede delivery van echte rappers.
Heb je wel ooit naar RA geluisterd?
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 11:43 uur
Wat verwacht je nu voor antwoord? Ik heb het over rapskills, niet teksten.
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geplaatst: 20 oktober 2008, 11:44 uur
JET_JAGUAR schreef:
Willie D is van de Geto Boys,
Willie D is van de Geto Boys,
Bedankt ik kende hem niet als solo-rapper, 'k ken zoiezo niet echt veel uit de Geto boys Legacy.
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