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2009 hip hop is nothing more than the wiggles with gold fronts and rented bentleys...


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What about Bun B, Eight Ball, Scarface, Ludacris, and Outkast??? They're from the south do you think their shit is corny? You're hating on party music, nobody wants to dance to a rap tune that tells a story...Nobody dances to WU Tang at the club.

 

If you want to hear good story rap listen to this shit, I'd put this up against the best story rappers in the game....You probably never heard it.

 

Time

 

My Homeboys Girlfriend

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJyHNn9flnY

 

 

 

old school ludacris is some of my favorite shit .....

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your actually wrong, whites may say hip hop died, but even a majority of blacks say shit has became mad watered down and commercial.

 

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Honestly though, these mad as hell types think their opinions speak volumes. It's like they think they're the only ones at the buffet. "A rapper's job is to make my kind of music, they are talkin to me on the track"

 

Fuck outta here. Listen to Styles P

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The only time I hear new rap is when I'm walking around my neighborhood on a nice day. It's not my thing, but I feel the same way about most new music that gets played on the radio.

 

The music business has very little to do with talented performers, it's more about aggressively marketing certain images and genres.

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:lol:

 

Who told you that shit?

 

who told me? Blondie told me.....check the fresh lyrics. :)

 

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high

DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind

Flash is fast, Flash is cool

Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot

Go out to the parking lot

And you get in your car and you drive real far

And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground

And out comes a man from Mars

And you try to run but he's got a gun

And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars

You go out at night, eatin' cars

You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too

Mercuries and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars

Then, when there's no more cars

You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek

One to one, man to man

Dance toe to toe

Don't move too slow, 'cause the man from Mars

Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars

Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall

He's gonna eat 'em all

Rapture, be pure

Take a tour, through the sewer

Don't strain your brain, paint a train

You'll be singin' in the rain

I said don't stop, do punk rock

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