| UM2N Provides Complete PR Solution For Urban Artists And Labels |
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[27 Nov 2009|06:13pm] |
ashes to ashes,
who you know thats this hard and this savage
who you know thats disbarred for miscarriage
of justice just cuz i corrupted the judges
damn, bitches wanna stick me for my cream
but i aint talkin bout cash man im talkin bout semen
my young money stack to the ceilin
so i walk around wit a sick vertigo feelin
like im sittin on a star
you know virgo, libra, scorpio taurus
but i aint talkin four doors
im talkin sports cars with the pedal to the floorboard
your girl a hobbit she in mordor
so why you lord of the rings her got down on one knee for her?
and said marry me quick
and i aint talkin bout a model chick im talkin bout a fat bitch
i was never one to get between love
i am sayin rappers seem to always make things up
but in the end its no judgement
aint to many rappers out there makin good husbands
nothin but the truth, i just wish it wasnt
popular to lie so that white kids will love
and kanye the biggest fuckin hypocrite
martin louie the king that shit is ignorant.
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[26 Nov 2009|03:23pm] |
how im livin life is larger than 70 hills
and im happier than hillbillies on ecstasy pills
im gettin next to your girl to see how she feels
faggot rappers claim religious with deliverance squeals
like ned beaty
you dont even catch my rhymes
but yall hatin
stupider than fuckin a dime
without a condom
when shes only after your riches
and then she gone for
nine months and back with a problem
and i aint gonna lie man yes im an author
an artist and a poet and a talented scholar
but oh shit, there goes my street cred
cuz i guide my own mind instead of gettin it lead
i said fuck your fat ass bitch id rather get head
and after all that virgin talk i know youd rather give in
yes i understand this aint your motiff usually
your little bo peep and im stan musual
and this is a musical
with one big happy ending
and a bunch of little indians will hold the hand of pilgrims
and well all spread friendship around the whole world
at least until i move on to fuckin your friends
then its like fuck him, hes an asshole
and i really feel bad about you lickin my ass so
many time but it kinda makes me laugh at that
so much that i decided to put it in a rap
and dont deny it cuz you know i was filmin with tape
im just playin,
or am i? im just sayin
the girls love me
cuz im so cute
i got a big dick
and im used to
fuckin one bitch
and movin right along
to the next one like a jayz song
the girls love
cuz im so cute
i got a big dick
and im used to
fuckin one bitch
and movin right along
to the next one like a jayz song
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[25 Nov 2009|08:43pm] |
the existential terrifying fear of dying
the next of kin who they then should be notifying
of your recent death in passing im implying
that i am coming for you yes and ima kill you
and leave your corpose open rottin like some mildew
the smell of barbeque and also rotted milk too
but lets move on from that suddenly unpleasant subject
i think its stupid when they murderin for some debt
and even stupider to kill over disrespect
cuz haters gonna hate and you just gotta get your checks
they say revenge is best served as a cold dish
but they dont tell you that it tastes just like justice
quick to carve my name in the ass of a fuckin bitch
while they carvin the name on the grave of that fuckin bitch
and yall dont know who the hell that you fuckin with
serial killer with a scalpel and no conscience
just some victims wrapped up in my second fridge
cuz it aint where you from faggot, its where you live
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| LEFT 4 DEAD |
[24 Nov 2009|09:19pm] |
I walk on streets of bone
through thick fog
Acid rain wash away the stain of shit clogged
Drains, and the blood filled streets
And the overturned bikes with the blood covered seats
lawns with no grass
homes with no glass
No walls, no doors just smashed
Apocalypse Armageddon
Colt 45 samurai sword for beheadin.
Demons
my dreams just women screaming.
and kids before they're eaten.
hellish landscape
Torture rape soul ravaged
zombies scrape brains from an infant inside of a carriage.
In an instant blast quick no second chance
tore the motherfucker in half for he advanced
Shot twice and hit a bloated fat man
Covered in sores with a half chin
Freakshow half face missing, weeping blood.
Two shots from the 45 made the fucker explode
But the noise brings em out like roaches, slow
Rottin flesh stench as the horde approaches slow
I grip the sword tight combat stance
im gonna take as many of em down with me as I can.
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[24 Nov 2009|01:33pm] |
if jay is the messiah
im the son of man
with a bloody spear in my hand
i bear no false idols
no false witness
why lebron james marketing the name of snitches
face on billboards like he livin in the sky
but athletic performance doesn't make you a god
and the ability to rhyme doesnt make you a lot
less you act like a thug and pretend to be pac
why you playin what you not? your mother should be ashamed
unless shes the same, addicted to riches and fame
i will say it plain, outline a philosophical stance
what artificial, superficial culture can advance
its not happenin
even on the backs of white fans thats drivin your bandwagon
niggas should quit rappin
instead niggas kiss ass
and get back to tap dancin
like, money over bitches
thats money over mothers
gettin money like a vulture
from the corpse of your culture
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[24 Nov 2009|03:09am] |
the shamanic vision void
the image begins to form
and if you aint feelin that you more than just misinformed
i will leave you missing for like you flat against a storm
of comets fallin to earth, atoic bombs when they burst
colonic talkin in verse
your shit talkin is worth
less than toilet paper
incinerate you to vapor
inhale you and taste the flavor of failure
cuz you will never be able to get on my level
forever bedeveled
and buried under dirt with a shovel
i will hit you with a machette harder than space shuttles
blasting off like a rocket
man stop it
you aint hip hop
you obnovious moronic sophmoric pop hits
drop it, ya sold your soul to get big
and if im a lyricist
where does my skin color fit in
hatin cus the ignorant despise the wise
and i understand the irony of truth dispelling lies
when its from the same words and same mouth just differnt sides
i am daylight, call darwin cuz im the evolution
my mind is a diamond in the sky like lucy
batter me, bruise me, theres nothin you can do
cuz you cant forsake the truth once i say it in a booth
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[24 Nov 2009|09:11am] |
the unwitting hero, sleepless today
loosening straps in a heedless way
casting off connection and discarding his life
extracting the knife, licking its fight
loosening morals, forging a truth
creating a story of love and trained youth
beating his brain with paper and ink
beating his brain till its trained to think
beating his brain with a blatant weapon
feeding his train of thought with loose stepping
running with purpose towards the worlds goal
running the furthest but not passing a soul
running until the rubber gets old
running until his shoe's are re-soled
likening metaphors of brains running track
to that of his answers biting back on attack
to do is to be, and to be is to live
by doing this job his death will rescind
his life will mean living
his shoes will give back
and no-one will ever suspect.. it was all just an act
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[23 Nov 2009|09:44am] |
the shamanic vision void
the image begins to form
and you if you ain't feelin that, you more than just misinformed
i will leave you missing form like you flat against a storm
of comets fallin to earth, atomic bombs when they burst
colonic talkin in verse
your shit talkin is worth
less than toilet paper
incinerate you to vapor
inhale it and taste the flavor of failure
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[21 Nov 2009|03:58am] |
torture from the body orchard of horrors
photos of sores and other sordid disorders
The new world order no borders take orders
Maintain ID’s in global mainframe sorters
The more I think, the more things seem like a dream
The more I believe, the more things seem obscene
Apparently the universe has a supreme being
and the holocaust was also a real thing.
and I’m lost as to what it all means.
And im lost as to what it all means.
the holocaust and the supreme being
in a loss as to what defines the nihilistic meaning.
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| New Kid On The Block Unites Hip-Hop & Rock With A Fresh Twist |
[17 Nov 2009|02:40pm] |
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Brooklyn, NY, November 17, 2009 - Brooklyn recording sensation LaKid Wise is setting a new standard for the musical genre we call "Hip-Rock", the fusion of rhythmic and poetic rap with hard, edgy and guitar-filled rock. While working on his debut album, LaKid Wise is releasing a promotional giveaway mix album titled "Enter The Movement" available for direct download on www.TheHipRockStar.com as of November 24, 2009.
"Bringing two of the most influential genres together is not going to be easy but with the support of the people, anything is possible," says LaKid Wise. "Music is universal. My work is about more than creating a unified sound. It is about sending a message."
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| Yo. Can you rhyme this? |
[17 Nov 2009|09:55am] |
I found this beat on Thes One from "People Under The Stairs" solo project, "Lifestyle Marketing"
The beat is called "Target", I thought it was nice, and wanted to see if anyone wanted to drop a verse or two to it.
Here is the link.
Thes One - Target
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[14 Nov 2009|05:27am] |
Haters whisper code language but I hear em,
Fuck cris I still sip truth serum
You faggot dick lips go suck queer cum,
The only thing I fear is that fears dumb,
Zeros, I won’t go near em,
I’d rather go Nero burn and sear em
Hear my ears sing--when my gears spin
Mental wheel turning bout to recreate a pyramid
Rappers catchin head colds give em death throws
My flow is death and even the deaf know
Whoever sold his soul the first to boast
his blood so thin his veins couldn’t swell toes
Your minds a prison you keep the cell closed
And threw away the keys and let em fuckin melt so
You spit slime I spit glow. Slow rhymes,
my mind is its own time zone.
stream of conscious flow my mind is a globe
and if wayne is the king I’m the king behind the throne.
I spit the foul smoke
Verbal dow jones
Lyrical outpost in a wasteland like south pole
outspoke you assholes and kept my mouth closed
made bricks into dollars turnin lbs into o’s
outspoke you assholes and kept my mouth closed
cuz what use is the world if the cost was your soul?
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[10 Nov 2009|05:47am] |
poisonous pen, the scribble's aftermath miasmic
passionate paths of crafting
gave birth to inspired ad libs
just relax kids, make sure not to get facts switched
just relapse quick, back into the old tactics
practicin every facet of the game, the aim, master
baskin in the praise he obtains, his main attraction
the lame reactions from peanut galleries side tracked him
left him trapped, a captive, til truth just slapped him
off track, out of the groove
now he's just tryin to get back in
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[05 Nov 2009|05:47pm] |
If his heart is on his sleeve, believe I'm making it a t-shirt
Half the wit of me will then proceed to speak when he blurts
Trying to struggle free from all the jagged daggers stabbing in
A double sided weapon with no handle, like him haggling
A master swordsman learns to fence and build defences easily
So leaning on that fence before you speak is really needless, see
If words you plan to use against me really exist, better speak it be-
cause if you cannot speak your mind, I'll blow it so you cease to be.
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| I used to |
[04 Nov 2009|12:08am] |
I used to get this spot poppin back in my adolescence
Grew up and heard folk songs that spoke in lessons
Quick morals - drink, party and forget bout the heartache
Where my hiphop said make them pay, bring them harm, take
Opened my ears and heard the fear of Saddam shaped
Into tiny fragments that looked like me when arranged
Incorrectly, but my image reflected
Knew the songs that I heard weren't for me, so corrected that
Opened my verse to the others who came and spat
Into the faces of many wanting me back...
But that was then and now I'm wishing then was now
I used to be hot til they dropped, rolled and put me out
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| Cypher moment |
[18 Oct 2009|08:58pm] |
Just to get a cypher going to spice the place up a bit.
Call me the wire cuz I'ma connect you
Pump the truth through ya veins to ya blood vessels.
Connect a CAT-5 cable straight into your temple.
And force the material right into your mental./
Just to prove how lethal I am with a pencil.
And shoot lead through the bootleg's venue
Step 2. I spit ill shit while you pretend to.
Offensively offend you with words that could bend you./
Believe I could end you at the drop of bucket.
The piff that I rip just got me saying fuck it.
Now watch me bust shit while you watch your functions
Abruptedly stop cuz you caught a concussion./
That's what you get for trynna front with that dumb shit.
Acting like a bumpkin will only get you shoved in
An oven. So now you hot nothing cousin.
It's the truth you avoid just cuz you keep running./
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| collab |
[18 Oct 2009|11:07am] |
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THere i some serious talent in here ever thought of taking your passion to the next level? I can write lyrics but I would rather do what I do best which is make the music and produce the final project.. I DO NOT CHARGE FOR COLLABS UNLESS YOU ASK ME TO SEND YOU THE BEATS.
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[16 Oct 2009|11:50pm] |
ridin' down the street on 20's
(yeah)
ridin' down the street on 20's
(yeah)
ridin' down the street on 20's
(yeah)
ridin' down the street on 20's..
yo
yeah i'm ridin down the street on 20's, no
i'm no gangster, but i can pop you like coco
with a knife, right through your boyfriends wife
at a price, half a g will put things right
it's a contract, i'm the street contact
the competition comes out shooting i'll pop back
this is street chemistry, cooked in the infirmary
gangsters with degrees shooting up your university
hustlin on the corner, near the math's office
for prose in the former, ill sell you this pop quiz
lets make a trade, we'll meet behind the library
if your work is good maybe you can come ride wit me
but not past eight, its science camp in the morning
white to be sold, with black ink written warnings
disclaimers and course outlines our lay of the law
but i'll take a couple of risks if you pay a little more
student ID's is courtyard currency
the fastest way to earn your masters degree
don't you see
we operate only on the fringes, but your success hinges
on your ability to pay the right fee
meet me, hanging outside the campus bookstore
engaged in a light game of campus rook war
cooking coffee beans for breakfast with sushi for lunch
make sure my mind is agile to beat the tutors to the punch
once the online warfare begins, dig your trench's
we'll fight with pens and knowledge not guns and henchmen
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| Plan B (or How Many Democratic Senators does it take to change a lightbulb...or anything?!?) |
[14 Oct 2009|10:49pm] |
So what’s the plan B
I can’t believe these bluffs of healthcare correction
When drug companies can pay for democrat’s elections
So what’s the plan B
Hand out candy coated promises to the gay rights march
It’s hard to see daylight at the end of the “Hey, life’s harsh”
So what’s the plan B
Just ban these immigrants cuz their only currency is dues
And the President’s just got other things to not do
Tell me the plan B
How many Afghanis got bombed without being accused
While we sit the fence cuz their deaths don’t make the news
Goddamn these half-truths, these “Well at least it isn’t”s
This transparent administration and their “None of your business!”
Wars left unfinished, unexplained, claimin “You don’t wanna know..”
I guess the verdict’s still left open…like Guantanamo…
So that’s the plan B
The stand we took against the past failures the old way
But everyday Plan B’s looking more like Plan A
And I can’t say
I didn’t stand straight and demand hope can’t be swayed
But American dreams are pyramid schemes like Amway
That was plan A
Just a band-aid if that moment of clarity can’t stay
Stared right at the truth then Camera A panned away
So what’s the plan C
When the man in the street doesn’t need that greedy wisdom
When there’s more Muslims than there are illegal prisons
The plan B the plan we thought can’t all be as sordid
As the bailout money that didn’t balance one mortgage
As Patriot Act limitations that all have loopholes
As the ten years of some Arab dignitary’s life you stole
For disagreeing with our allies, that’s our ground game
How many reporters does it take to make Cheney sound sane
Still even now! Brokeback accountin’ acting Wall Street-wise
How many dead prisoners does it take to win a peace prize
It goes
On and on and on and on
We’re placed like pawns till we break like dawn
Plan B
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