/tg/Station 13

Im a big fan of music and sometimes when im in the right mood merely the lyrics of a song satisfy something in me so ill post them here and u should too!!

Po' me, won't let that hold me back from toking my gas
Eyes swollen closing
‘I know you floating’, coldly mom dotes
I roll two rosy eyes
Other than the odor of OG smoke cloaked in lies
No surprise, homie
The Henny half shockingly get held down over the coke
Eyes open close
What the fuck was I just poking, oh no
Beer goggles got my eyes posin' like they broke
I know I'ma catch a sideye dashin' out the door
Flash my forever doctors note, 'Too depressed, gotta go'
It do the trick, that's always, though
Newer glint in my eye, another sunrise
Another punchclock
Another bum rhymer for the lunchbox [...]

///

This life I live like, baby don't drink like
Baby don't think too much, don't drive
How I got here, I can't even tell my nigga
Ain't a damn thing parked outside
Size my cup, nigga I'm Gucci
'Sides my hair, nigga I'm Boosie
Nigga burnt out, can't even catch fire no more
Figured it was just a West Side movie

\\ thats the mood im in rn more later

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

poetry

Ok this was a nice thread so I'm going to pick a song that I can only imagine was conceieved around one very cool line

[youtube]BPX8H6tE_iA[/youtube]

"Who's next in your Journal of Ardency"

In seven words you just learn an entire fleshed out story immediately.

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?

And tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were
Looking for yourself out there?

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

[unintelligible]

Jonathan Gupta wrote:Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'm a blind man doing time
Look to my future 'cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime to fight for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin, tell me what's the use of tryin'?

I been trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But it's my own kind doing all the killin' here

HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS 2PAC SLEEPER PICK SONG GUPTA? What the FUCK
[youtube]5gLoEBbZNis[/youtube]

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Never gets old.

sinfulbliss wrote:

Jonathan Gupta wrote:Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'm a blind man doing time
Look to my future 'cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime to fight for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin, tell me what's the use of tryin'?

I been trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But it's my own kind doing all the killin' here

HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS 2PAC SLEEPER PICK SONG GUPTA? What the FUCK
[youtube]5gLoEBbZNis[/youtube]

fuck you mean sleeper pick.

( Instrumental )

O-oooooooooo AAAAE-A-A-I-A-U- JO-oooooooooooo AAE-O-A-A-U-U-A- E-eee-ee-eee AAAAE-A-E-I-E-A-JO-ooo-oo-oo-oo EEEEO-A-AAA-AAAA

terranaut wrote:O-oooooooooo AAAAE-A-A-I-A-U- JO-oooooooooooo AAE-O-A-A-U-U-A- E-eee-ee-eee AAAAE-A-E-I-E-A-JO-ooo-oo-oo-oo EEEEO-A-AAA-AAAA

[youtube]PMZxehxMvHU[/youtube]

what do you suppose the lyrics of the roboty voice are at 0:57
[youtube]pam-Gb8VXXo[/youtube]

PKPenguin321 wrote:what do you suppose the lyrics of the roboty voice are at 0:57
[youtube]pam-Gb8VXXo[/youtube]

Yo ba-ba-back by yo kipkipkip- Yo ba-ba-back by yo kipkipkip- Yo ba-ba-back by yo kipkipkip-

Jonathan Gupta wrote:fuck you mean sleeper pick.

Never fuckin' hear this song mentioned ever in my life that's what I mean.
But man this on a subwoofer at max in the car is a whole ass vibe

Man this is the thing about so much new rap, they rap about nonsense. Old rap had so much hard passionate rap about real shit. Now it's like Lil Yachty yelling BRRT SKRRT PUSSY YA UHHH SKRRT MONEY SKRRT BRRT SKRRT. Makes me cringe so painfully

New rap is more of a sonic experience. Still tons of lyricism out there though.

Dobodeebeedabedabey noonegivesa damn dubodeebee dabeeda weed dubada import

One track mind, one track heart
If I fail, I'll fall apart
Maybe it is all a test, 'cause I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best
If you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you
TV taught me how to feel, now real life has no appeal

It has no appeal x5

I know exactly what I want, and who I want to be
I know exactly why I walk, and talk like a machine
I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy
Oh, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh

sinfulbliss wrote:

Jonathan Gupta wrote:Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'm a blind man doing time
Look to my future 'cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime to fight for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin, tell me what's the use of tryin'?

I been trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But it's my own kind doing all the killin' here

HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS 2PAC SLEEPER PICK SONG GUPTA? What the FUCK
[youtube]5gLoEBbZNis[/youtube]

Understanding what you meant now, I know every tupac song memorized(along with DX)

Flatline

I hear the doctor standing over me screamin' I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin' here naked
Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV
'Cause every time I breathe, I think they killin' me

I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets
I call the nurse 'cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
'Cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Try to remember, but it hurts
I'm walkin' through the cemetery talkin' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power
Is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime I hate

Dear mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
'Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin' 'round strapped
Mista, Police, please try to see that it's
A million motherfuckers stressin' just like me

Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach
Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet

Now dance, fucker, dance man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew it was really only you
And now you steal away, take him out today
Nice work you did, you're gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away, nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes, see 'em running for their lives

Fading old port, send them off to cast
The hazy water will never pull them back
You found the pieces washed up in the bay
You say you saw a cold light through the grey

Turn the station, there's something crawling in
The hounds are restless, you can hear them sing
The water rises, trembling as it breathes
You said you felt a quick shift in the breeze

In the night they'll find you all alone
With the color red surrounding your throat
They were in their bedrooms, eyes were closed
When the siren sounded, they woke
In the night they'll find you all alone
With the color red surrounding your throat

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah

Good god, you're coming up with reasons
Good god, you're dragging it out
And good god, it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down and just

Fake it if you're out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong here
Fake it if you feel like affection
Woah, you're such a fucking hypocrite

You should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way, yeah

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds on a wire
One says "C'mon" and the other says "I'm tired"
The sky is overcast and I'm sorry
One more or one less
Nobody's worried

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always gonna stay together
But one's never going to let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar
Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away and the other
Watches him close from that wire
He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away and the other

I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life's in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals
You were such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw
She better with some fella with a regular job"
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car; drove far
Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp
Butter knife, what a life, anyway
I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?
She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate
Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin
If models are made for modelin'
Thick girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand
You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands

When I was four, I penned "God Was Born In New York"
Back in '77, still got nan in the crescent
The effervescence of God's presence is thick
Unlike vapor, Esther Rolle, extra raw, word to the baker
Peace to the hardworkin' gingerbread makers
Looked her up and down said, "Hmm, too much makeup"
Poor music taste, ten years from being grown up
Rappers don't blow up, heads do (Aww shit)
My name is Dwight Spitz, I'mma Sonic addict
I use to think it was merely a nagging habit
Born under a bad sign, I'm serious about this curse of mine
I strive to flip it into fine wine
Barely born a virgin is what the stars said
Black not white, red all over though like Elmo
Twenty-eight years have passed, I feel I'm peaking
I make music every weekend
It's a chore, a fact of life, a labor of love
I get mad love but I detest the labor
And its wages, you know death
I'm servin' life from this gift of God
Don't forget your potholders, my niggas (More hot shit)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

please stop sending me dick piics
I don't want to see what you look like down below
please stop sending me dick piics

I'm not around that much, running
Exhausted
And lost
If it could be undone, will it
Have costed?
It's taught
And lost

[...]

Give me a breeze that's long-winded

Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, booming
Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
But boy, was I wrong, now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin, when they enter
Intruders, whose tutors did a lousy job
How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
That noose on us won't loosen up, but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
Like we know which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't, um, Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Ya'll can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
With such a devilish grin, like "where the hell have you been"
She yelling that selling's a sin, well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
(I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm)
And I set off these alarms, when camera's snap snap snap snap
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
They'll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em, don't pretend to
Yea something tells me we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shit that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
All the women we were pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours

Surrounded a meth head, astounded, cloaked
The fool inhaled it "Did it buzz him?" Nope
His eyeballs popped out and got stuck down his throat
He choked, "Get behind me, do the Heimy"
I did him one better, the "never mind me"
And while he died, I did the "you can't find me"

With coca leaves along the border
Sweetness sings from every corner
Cars careening from the clouds
The bridges burst and twist around
And wanting something warm and moving
Bends towards herself, the soothing
Proves that she must still exist
She moves herself about her fist

Sweet communist, the communist daughter
Standing on the sea-weed water
Semen stains the mountain tops
Semen stains the mountain tops

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A BIG SUS BE A BIG BE A BIG BE A BIG SUS

Tonight I'm cleanin out my closet.

The weak should be wary of the mighty

Keyboard cat happened in 1984 coincidence? I THINK NOT!

Street smart, Ph.D
Dropped out for a slanging degree
9 on me, keep the devils off me
'Cause we was living in hell, couldn't afford property
Lil nigga gettin' frontin' from OGs
Oz of reggie bagged up in the Pelle
In a school hallways on a burnout celly
Leaving out of class early, caught a sale for 20
How long will it last?
Never ending race, chasin' cash
One lane going wrong way 'til I crash
Teacher find my sack, going nowhere fast

Tell me what I don't know
Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
Shot my nigga on the way to get a Swisher
Breaking down the weed when the call got received

We was so ambitious
All we really wanted was new Jordans and some bitches
Flashing bankrolls in the club taking pictures
Thinking we was grown men, really lil' niggas
Jumping dope fiends that's owing us for credit
Taking turns catching sales things copacetic
Slice your tomato if you owe us for the lettuce
Running through the sack of D sorta like Jerome Bettis
Naive to the outcome
Cuz hit the block, hit the stash and they found some
Lock us all up for a bag and some pistols
Now we in the county writing letters I miss you

Standing in the white light, and we on
Is there any other smokers in here? Huh, and we on
Is there any other smokers in here? (Ahh), huh, and we on
Is there any other smokers in here? (Ahh), huh
Keys open doors to the road to my heart (Ahh)
Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high, and I know
What makes the world go 'round? Go 'round? Woohoo
What makes the world go 'round? Go 'round? Woohoo
Woo, woohoo (Yeah)

Life, to me, like a box of chocolate
Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually, you're never charged
But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
You lookin' at artistses like they're harvestses
So many Rollies around you and you want all of 'em
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when my grandmama said to me:
[…]
"Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor
Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
My defense mechanism tell me to get him
Quickly because he got it
It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
No more livin' poor, meet my four-four
When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
But it's gon' take a lot 'fore this pistol go cold turkey
Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
Well, that's me at these awards"
I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
[…]
And once upon a time, in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five-foot something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood
But you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
Hollywood's nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service

We're not flawless
We're a work in progress
We've got dents and we've got quirks
But it's our flaws that make us work

Yeah, we're not flawless
We're a work in progress
So tell me what flaws you got, too
'Cause I still like what's flawed about you

Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin' me, "Hey, keep rolling"
I don't know, maybe she has with a prick of a blade of grass
I've been layin' on way too long, got me itchy
Got up and roamed a lil' more
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
All that time, y'all thought a nigga was high
Thought I was crazy, my mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping
But do miss a show in seven, civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this
The real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confess
When y'all grown-ups would be in Bible study
That girl helping me with my homework, her and I would fuck
And so pure and perverted, so spirit spinning and dirty
So on, so on and so on, we hoped that no one heard us (shh-shh, ah, ah)
Until this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
Miss Donda, you see my father, please, ask him
Why he never married? Always smiled, but was he happy inside?
Because I carried my mother's name, did he carry shame with him?
I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different views a lot for a young lady
No coincidence, they both passed away from heart conditions
There's a dissonance at play, dad and mom do hard division
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for what I don't know but I do know
That it's crucial, that we do so, pronto
I don't know how much long though

cacogen wrote: ↑Tue Nov 16, 2021 11:55 am

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AFTER ALL THIS TIME I FINALLY FUCKING GOT WHAT IT MEANT, YOU EVIL BASTARD.

Same mind, oh, let it take time
Love of the strange kind
A fever on the rise
You're someone I will gladly sacrifice
I sense the fear, like love is in the air
Ropes are way too tight, come on baby light - my fire

I will keep you warm, invite you to my home
Oxygen ablaze, and then the heat will crack the stone
Breathe so red for me
Love at third degree
Black as my heart
Get a fresh start
Won't you be just mine?

Kerosene, it could be gasoline
I'm not picky when I flame my fiends
Feel the heat, burning oh so sweet
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, who wilI it be?
I never let go, hating you so
Flames that take you higher
Come and keep me company
Burn, burn, burn, burn
Would you be the love of mine?

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go (go!)
You'll never shine if you don't glow

Tim: Hi, it's Tim and Kim and Jim
Here's a story that is rather grim.
What's to do for a party of three?

Jim: What's that Tim?

Tim: Is to climb a tree!

Firstly, find a tree that's up to play ball.
That's too tall!
That's too small!
Put your leg on a branch!
But be careful you don't hear a cranch!
'Cause if's
and but's were candies and nuts
You're gonna fall off and break your legs.

Kim: (Screams In Agony as Leg Falls off, and bone shows.)

Tim: Now, now, Kim. What did I say?
Climbing a tree is far from child's play!

Kim: THIS ISNT A JOKE!
YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE BONE!

Jim: That's probably not your funny bone, 'cause... This shit ain't funny.

Tim: Our mothers warned us about this, didn't they?

Kim: Tim?

Tim: They said, "No climbing trees today, kids. Someone might get hurt."
What did we do? We didn't listen.
We're the ones to blame.

Jim: What are you talking about...?!
We have to help him!

Tim: You're not thinking of the consequences.
What would our fathers do if one of us came back with a broken leg?
We could end up with one of our own, Jim.