Blogi aloitettu: 21.9.2007
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  • kanye westin stronger on just paras biisi14.10.2007 klo 11:16

    kertosäe:
    N- n- now th- that don't kill me
    Can only make me stronger
    I need you to hurry up now
    Cause I can't wait much longer
    I know I got to be right now
    Cause I cant get much wronger
    Man I've been waitin' all night now
    That's how long I've been on ya

    kertosäe2:
    I need you right now
    I need you right now

    Lets get lost tonight
    You could be my black kate moss tonight
    Play secretary I'm the boss tonight
    And you don't give a fuck what they all say right?
    Awesome, the christian and and kristen dior
    Damn they don't make 'em like this anymore
    I ask, cause I'm not sure
    Do anybody make real shit anymore?
    Bow in the presence of greatness
    Cause right now thou has forsaken us
    You should be honored by my lateness
    That I would even show up to this fake shit
    So go ahead go nuts go ape shit
    Specially on the pastel on my bape shit
    Act like you can't tell who made this
    New gospel homey take six, and take this, haters

    kertosäe

    kertosäe2

    Me likey

    I don't know if you got a man or not,
    If you made plans or not
    God put me in the plans or not
    I'm trippin' this drink got me sayin' a lot
    But I know that god put you in front of me

    So how the hell could you front on me
    There's a thousand you's there's only one of me
    I'm trippin' I'm caught up in the moment right?
    This is louis vuitton dime night
    So we gon' do everything that kan like
    Heard they'd do anything for a klondike
    Well I'd do anything for a blonde-dike
    And she'll do anything for the limelight
    And we'll do anything when the time's right
    Ugh, baby you're makin' it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

    kertosäe3:
    N- n- now th- that don't kill me
    Can only make me stronger
    I need you to hurry up now
    Cause I can't wait much longer
    I know I got to be right now
    Cause I cant get much wronger
    Man I've been waitin all night now
    That's how long I've been on ya

    kertosäe2

    You know how long I've been on ya?
    Since prince was on apollonia
    Since oj had isotoners
    Don't act like I never told ya (6x)
    Baby you're making it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

    kertosäe3

    I need you right now (4x)

    You know how long I've been on ya?
    Since prince was on apollonia
    Since oj had isotoners
    Don't act like I never told ya
    Never told ya (4x)

    Never over (8x)


  • D12-how come10.10.2007 klo 15:18

    How come... we dont even talk no more
    And you dont even call no more
    We dont barely keep in touch at all
    and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
    And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
    After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
    This bullshit cant be true
    We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

    We were so young
    So full of life and vibrance
    side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
    So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
    When Ronnie died you was right by my side
    with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes
    and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it.
    You even had the same type of childhood I did..
    sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours
    and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it
    we grew up, grew apart as time went by us..
    and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises.
    Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
    much as your pride tries to hide it. you're cold
    your touch is just like ice.
    And your eyes is a look of resentment.
    I can sense it and I dont like it.

    How come... we dont even talk no more
    And you dont even call no more
    We don't barely keep in touch at all
    and I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
    And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
    After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
    This bullshit cant be true
    We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

    It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
    on my own album with a deal but shit got worse
    fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
    for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some
    worthless bitch that I wasnt with
    I woulda hit it and quit
    but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
    I told you dont get involved with her
    you would smoke in the car with her
    coming outta the bar with her
    stumbling half drunk
    like you were husband and wife or somethin
    but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
    cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me.
    when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty.
    And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
    you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose.
    But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth.
    Dont hate the game or the player
    the one thats changing is you.

    How come... we dont even talk no more
    And you dont even call no more
    We dont barely keep in touch at all
    and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
    And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
    After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
    This bullshit cant be true
    We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!

    Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
    now we acting like I gotta live only for the block.
    And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
    So they gossip on the porch
    Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
    like my finger get to snappin
    and poof it just happen.
    But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown,
    shady made it so my babies aint starving at home.
    See the devil in your glance,
    since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence,
    thats forever till the end.
    I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies,
    aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise.
    (HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
    (AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life?
    And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away,
    we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face.

    How come... we dont even talk no more
    And you dont even call no more
    We dont barely keep in touch at all
    and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
    And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now
    After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how
    This bullshit cant be true
    We Family... aint a damn thing changed... unless its you!


  • D12-my band10.10.2007 klo 15:17

    I don't know dude...
    I think everyone's all jealous and shit
    cause I'm like...
    the lead singer of a band dude...
    And I think everyone's
    got a fuckin problem with me dude...
    And they need to take it up with me
    after the show...
    Because...

    These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
    But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
    Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
    All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

    So I get off stage right and drop the mic
    Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
    "What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady"
    I'm the lead singer in D12 baby
    They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
    "Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
    "I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"
    "Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
    And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
    Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
    All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
    Throw their bras and their shirt
    and their panties on stage
    So like every single night they pick a fight with me
    But when we fight it's kinda like siblin' rivalry
    Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
    Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
    Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
    Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
    This rock star shit, it's the life for me
    And all the other guys just despise me B

    These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
    But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
    Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
    All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
    My band (9x)

    You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
    Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto
    Smash these vocals and do a performance
    But we in the van and he in a tour bus
    You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
    And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
    What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
    Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
    See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
    All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
    So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map
    Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back

    Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
    Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
    Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
    (No I had an interview not you two)
    You gonna be late for soundcheck
    Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
    But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
    You know what man I'ma say somethin
    Hey yo Em
    (You got somethin to say?!)
    Man no
    I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
    Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
    And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew
    When I was bout to talk right after you
    I swear, I swear man

    These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
    But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
    Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
    All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

    They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
    Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
    I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
    I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
    Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
    Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)
    We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
    So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
    And these guys they can find every area code
    ([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
    Bitch carry your own
    Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
    (Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)

    ***dammit I'm sick of this group
    Time for me to go solo and make some loop
    I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
    Till Kon Artis slipped me some crack
    Lose Yourself video I was in the back
    Superman video I was in the back
    Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
    Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
    Like who's D12, how we get started
    (What about Eminem?)
    Bitch are you retarded?
    Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
    Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute
    50 told me to do situps to get buff
    I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
    Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
    I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne

    Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
    and it just tares my ass apart to know that you dont know my band...
    [Chorus - Bizarre]
    These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha)
    But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall)
    Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
    All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
    My Band (9x)

    The hottest boy band in the world...
    D12!
    [Eminem as a salsa singer]
    I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants
    And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
    Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance
    My salsa, look out for my next single,
    it's called My Salsa...
    My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
    Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
    And take off their underpants
    My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
    And take off their underpants, my salsa
    (Where'd everybody go?)


  • D12-fight music10.10.2007 klo 15:15

    kertosäe:
    This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
    Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
    It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
    Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
    The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
    You just know - that's the new shit
    The type of shit that causes mass confusion
    and drastic movement of people actin stupid

    [Kon Artis]
    I come to every club with intention to do harm
    With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
    Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms
    Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
    Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb
    Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
    A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank
    Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
    It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
    I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
    Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
    Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street
    This is fight music!

    [Bizarre]
    You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
    Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh)
    Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch)
    So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap
    I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you
    While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
    Satan done got me on this song
    Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
    Tired of wearin this yellow thong
    Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
    Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm
    Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
    Fuck your love songs

    kertosäe

    [Proof]
    Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
    I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come
    Show you machine gun funk
    Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack]
    The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
    Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers
    We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
    But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source
    It's fight music

    [Swifty McVay]
    I'm a nigga that loves scuffles
    And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles
    I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps
    Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?"
    I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
    If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
    I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
    Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin
    It's fight music!

    [Kuniva]
    These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
    See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em
    If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
    Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium
    Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
    Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
    Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin
    Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music!

    [Eminem]
    If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
    Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
    Then spit it back in the faces of you racists
    and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
    You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis
    Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
    You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me
    You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
    I came to save these new generations of babies
    from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
    to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy
    That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
    And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong
    I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
    And this song is for any kid who gets picked on
    A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..

    kertosäe

    It's fight music!


  • uniklubi-luotisade1.10.2007 klo 15:14

    Sun käsivarsilla liikaa on painoa
    Lasittuneen katseen taakse piilottaa
    Kun luotisateessa ilman suojia
    Näin otat vastaan maailmasi painon

    kertosäe:
    Katsot kuinka kaunisti sodan jälkeen taas palaa
    Niin sinä ompelet sulan kerrallaan
    Pieniin siipiin että lentäisit taas
    Ja niin annat kivun sun surun puuduttaa
    Vaikka arvet se jättää
    Sun mentävä on

    Vaikka polvillaan rukouksen antaa
    Vain yksi laukaus ja sanasi näin perille kantaa
    Ja sinun arvokkuus väärin punnitaan
    Liian monta askelta ja niin turhaan

    kertosäe

    Sun mentävä on

    Niin sinä ompelet sulan kerrallaan
    Pieniin siipiin että lentäisit taas
    Ja niin annat kivun sun surun puuduttaa
    Vaikka arvet se jättää
    Sun mentävä on


  • eminem-like toy soldiers1.10.2007 klo 15:00

    kertosäe:
    Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
    We all fall down
    Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
    We all fall down like toy soldiers
    Bit by bit torn apart We never win
    But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

    I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows his composure
    Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
    I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't suppose to know it
    Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don't matter
    I never drag 'em in battles that I can handle less I absolutely have to
    I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the leader
    My crew looks for me to guide 'em
    If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be beside 'em
    That Ja shit, I tried to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
    There's a certain line, you just don't cross it, and he crossed it
    I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
    It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay Z and Nas shit
    And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
    I spent so much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
    I'm so caught it I almost feel like I'm the one who caused it
    This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
    Now it's never my object to for someone to get killed
    Why would I wanna destroy something I helped build
    It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
    I went through my whole career with out ever mentioning
    And that's just outta respect for not running my mouth
    And talking about something that I knew nothing about
    Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn't my beef, So I did
    I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth while he's all over TV
    Now I'm talking a man who literally saved my live, like fuck it
    I understand, this is business and this shit just isn't none of my business
    But still knowing this shit could pop off at any minute


    kertosäe

    It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme
    And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dying
    But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it
    Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it
    It's a different ball game, call names and you ain't just rapping
    We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
    Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
    And asked him not to start it, he wasn't gonna go after him
    Until Ja start gabbing in magazines how he stabbed him
    Fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
    Meanwhile my intentions pulley'd in other directions
    Some receptionist said the source who answers phones at his desk has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
    Tries to blow the dust of his mic and make a new record
    But now he's fucked the game up cause one of the ways I came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
    Now the owner of it got a grudge against me for nothing but fuck it
    That motha fucker can get it too, fuck 'em then
    But I'm so busy being pissed off, I don't stop to think
    That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc
    And he's inherited mine, which is fine, ain't like either of us mind
    Still have soldiers that is on the front line that's willing to die for us
    As soon as we give the orders, never to extort us
    Strictly to show they support us
    Maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love 'em back
    And to let 'em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in
    our corners
    Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
    But I ain't trying to have none of me people hurt or murdered
    It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
    Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict
    I'll walk away from it all before I'll let it go any further
    Now don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coping
    I'm just willing to be the bigger man
    If y'all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking
    Cause frankly I'm sick of talking
    I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscious

    kertosäe



  • elastinen-ovet paukkuu30.9.2007 klo 13:00

    Kun me tavattiin, oli helppoo
    Meni päiviä katsomatta kelloo
    Mitään vastaava kokenu ennen
    Oltiin ku luotuja toisillemme
    Mitä kävi, en käsitä mitenkään
    Riidellään, sovitaan ja sit taas riidellään
    Pelkkää riitaa ja kummalkin kiirettä
    Pinnat kireellä, ero vireillä

    Musta tuntuu kuin kädenkäännös
    Joist puuttuu kädenväännös
    On sekasin pelisäännöt
    Mitä sanot, yritetäänkö?
    Voitko olla varma musta?
    En petä sun luottamusta
    Vaikka riitely tuottais tuskaa
    En päästä irti susta

    kertosäe:
    Ei jaksa riidellä enää
    Voitasko sopia tää jo tänää?
    Ovet paukkuu ja taas kerran pyydän sua jäämään
    Ei riidellä enää
    Sovitaan tää tänää
    Ovet paukkuu

    Ei oo salaisuus et mullon ollu noita kertoja, vakioit, sääntöjä, kuvioit
    Mun mielestä ne on vanhoja asioit
    Enkä tajuu et miks ne taas esiin toit
    Jos tuijotan, mut oon vaan mies hei, heti selaat mun tekstiviestei
    Tein mielestäs liikaa töitä
    Epäilet mun studioöitä
    Näin suhteet ajautuu kriisiin
    Jos toinen on salapoliisi
    Ei järjen häivää touhus
    Ei sukat vaan mustat sukkahousut
    Sä huolehdit suotta musta
    En petä sun luottamusta
    Vaikka riitely tuottaa tuskaa
    En päästä irti susta

    kertosäe

    En malta oottaa et taas tääkin riita ohi on
    Koska sitten me voidaan rauhas tehä sovinto

    kertosäe (3x)


  • ezkimo-bla bla bla30.9.2007 klo 12:59

    "Moi, se on Ilkka Seiskast.
    Kysysin vaan siit tosiseikast
    Ku olit hakannu akkas niin et silt peruuntu mallikeikat
    Onks tää sulle tuttuu? Onks sattunu ennenki?
    Voit puhuu tai olla puhumat, juttuu tulee kuitenki."

    Ihme spedet jaksaa ahdistella, soitella
    Ku tuli vihjet, ja vähän tiedustella
    Olinks mä siel? Minne mä menin?
    Olinks mä bileissä Kemis?
    Heiluin alasti hotellis? Olin damissa bordellis?
    Ja skideille jotka tonne paskaa koodaa jaksaa
    Soittakaa mulle nii voin viikkorahaa alkaa maksaa
    Ja pikkuräppärit jaksaa vaan valittaa aina
    "Ezkimo ei osaa rhaimaa" ja muuta shaibaa
    Vaikka kaikki tajuu et oikeesti mieltäs painaa
    Vaan se et kukaan ei tuu sua koskaan sainaa
    Ei voi vakavasti ottaa, voi vaa nauraa
    Jauhakaa vaa rauhas koska Eezau sanoo vaa et

    Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
    Kai sä tajuut että mä sanoon vaan et
    Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
    Kaikki ketkä tajuu sanoo vaa et

    Ja oot varmaa kuullu kaupungilla juoruu
    Kusi noussu päähän nii et korvist ulos kuohuu
    Ku sillon kerran istuin nurkkapöydäs ihan naamat
    Eikä kiinnostanu mitä joku tuntematon paasaa
    Ai olinks mä niin sekasin ku tein sen etnisen?
    Hetkinen, entisen.. vaahtoot ku epileptinen!
    Ja oot vähän skeptinen suhteen mun tekstien
    En oo tarpeeks tekninen, vähän liian hektinen
    "Ehän vedä kamaa, ei, enkä jaksas nyt jutella.
    Joo ihan sama ku en jaksas nyt kuunnella.
    Levy tulee joskus joo, mut voisit sä ny siirtyy siitä?
    Levyy tulee heti joo jos et lähe nyt jo kiitää!"

    "No moi, se on Ile taas tässä
    Olit ollu lauantaina vähän bilettämässä?
    Ja oliks sellanen nyt sitte asian laita
    Et olit uhkaillu siel syyttä muita asiakkaita?"

    Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
    Kai sä tajuut että mä sanoon vaan et
    Blaa, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla blaa!
    Kaikki ketkä tajuu sanoo vaa et

    Ihan sama mitä jauhat
    E vaa nauraa maitopartaa
    Sul ei oo taitoo dusaa musaa
    Tai skabaa munkaa missää muuskaa
    Sä tiput taas puusta ja tunget pääs puskaa
    Kun mä alan bustaa mun ei tarvi ees rustaa
    Nyt riittii, no ei, lisää settii sitteki
    Ois ollu iisii jäädä jauhaa nettiin itekki
    "Se on sitä, se on tätä, se on tota, joo" C'mon!
    Ens kerran ku avaudut kaikki tietää mitä sanoo

    Blaa, bla bla bla


  • jay-z feat.linkin park-numb/encore28.9.2007 klo 12:34

    Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

    Now can I get an encore, do you want more
    Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
    So for one last time I need y'all to roar

    Now what the hell are you waitin for
    After me, there shall be no more
    So for one last time, nigga make some noise

    Get em Jay

    Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
    The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
    Can't none of y'all mirror me back
    Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
    I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
    Back to take over the globe, now break bread
    I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
    Out the country but the blueberry still connect
    On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
    But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
    Grand openin, grand closin
    God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
    Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
    just draw off inspiration
    Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
    with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

    Now can I get an encore, do you want more
    Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
    So for one last time I need y'all to roar

    Now what the hell are you waitin for
    After me, there shall be no more
    So for one last time, nigga make some noise

    What the hell are you waiting for

    [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
    Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
    When you first come in the game, they try to play you
    Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
    From Marcy to Madison Square
    To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
    As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
    to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
    When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
    It ain't to play games witchu
    It's to aim at you, probably maim you
    If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
    Cocksucker take one for your team
    And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
    I came, I saw, I conquered
    From record sales, to sold out concerts
    So muh'fucker if you want this encore
    I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

    I'm tired of being what you want me to be
    Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
    Don't know what you're expecting of me
    Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
    (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
    Every step that I take is another mistake to you
    (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
    And every second I waste is more than I can take

    I've become so numb I can't feel you there
    I've become so tired so much more aware
    I'm becoming this all I want to do
    Is be more like me and be less like you

    I've become so numb
    Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
    I've become so numb
    So for one last time I need y'all to roar
    One last time I need y'all to roar


  • elastinen-mä vien27.9.2007 klo 15:13

    Rähinä. Tasis kerro niille mist on kysy. Se on rä-hinä, rä-rä-hinä. (4x) Yea, mä oon elämäni kunnossa, eikä sullakaan moitteita rungossas. Tuijottelin sua, on pakko tunnustaa, mut näyttää siltä et sun pöydässäs on tungosta. Mua ei hidasta, no no niin no, noi sanoo mua Elastiseks, sä voit sanoo Kimmoks. Et jos en oo sulle ennestää tuttu, en tiiä miten tän sanois, mä oon jokseenki iso juttu. Älä säikähdä, kuuntele hetki mua. En oo nähny sua ennen, haluisin tutustua. Ootko vapaa? Voit sanoo suoraan, kenen kanssa sä istuit tuolla? Refrain: Mä tiedän, et sul on joku toinen vielä, mut se joku ei oo kuin tiellä, kun mä aion viedä sut, kukaan ei voi mua kieltää. Vaik sul on joku toinen vielä, niin se joku ei oo kuin tiellä Mä vien sut. Anna mun vielä viedä. Saanko luvan, tanssi kanssani? Neiti tanssi mun kanssani, tanssi kanssani. Saanko luvan, tanssi mun kanssani. Baarist parin jälkeen päästessä nousuihin, monet jäbät sanoo mitä vaan päästäkseen housuihis. Mä en lupaile tyhjii, oon suoraselkänen suomalainen mies, mun tyylis on ryhtii. Mä skippaan pehmoset puheet ja small talkin. Pitää olla itsevarma, ja niin oonki. Mä sanon suoraan sen mitä haluan, ja tuntuu siltä et täs ois hyvä juttu aluillaan. En aio jahtaa, ei olla ala-asteel. Sano onks toi kundi este vai hidaste? En tullu varastamaan, mut sä oot jeppiskamaa. Sano jos haluut et häivyn, en rupee ruinaamaan. Se on vaan sääli jos toi ääliö kohtelee sua väärin, enkä aio änkee välii. Ite saat päättää, en voi pakottaa, mutku vapaus koittaa, ni tiedät kelle soittaa. Refrain Anna mun viedä (2x) Mä vien sut, anna mun vielä viedä. Anna mun viedä (2x) Mä vien sut, niin mä vien sut. Refrain

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