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coke rap [24 Feb 2006|01:16am]
"So much white it'll hurt your eyes," brags the Atlanta coke rapper
Young Jeezy. This is either a lie or a revelation. Back in the day, the
crystalline tropane alkaloid called cocaine was used as a topical
anesthetic in ocular surgery. Maybe it hurt your eyes, but you certainly
didn't feel the pain. So when Jeezy explains a track later, "This is the
streets, and I am the trap"—call it blind optimism.

Jeezy celebrates himself as self-made urban philanthropist: "I used to
hit the kitchen lights, cockroaches everywhere/Hit the kitchen lights,
now it's marble floors everywhere." Charismatic before he is lyrical,
Jeezy has two simple ambitions—increase your dopamine levels and his
chip count. His torpid, intelligible flow, infectious ad libs ("ayyy!"),
and bald imagery—a snowman, because he got dat snow, man—underscore
his populist appeal. "The streets love Jeezy and I love 'em back," "My
Hood" insists, the bright horn-driven beat as melodically blunt as the
sentiment. His tale is inspirational too, Jeezy must think: "The world
is yours, so get on your grind and get it."

If you only heard "My Hood," or "Go Crazy," Jeezy's carefree summer
anthem made from a lionhearted Curtis Mayfield horn sample and
understated snare snaps and tom rolls, you might forgive his, you know,
one oversight: He can "do it for the hood" only because the hood can't;
he escaped the 'jects because he kept his customers trapped there.
Gloomy, minor-key Southern production aside, Jeezy never acknowledges
that fundamental irony, not even on the tender introspective "Talk to
Em," and that's frustrating. "It pays to tell the truth, dawg, it only
makes sense," says Jeezy—you'd think he meant "cents" if he had time
for small change. Worse than a liar, he's a fool.

Harlem's Juelz Santana doesn't acknowledge the recoil of his drug
slinging either. But unlike Jeezy, he makes no claims to inspiration, or
celebrity, or much of anything. "I was taught be smart, stay humble," he
says early into his What the Game's Been Missing! LP. The Dipset veep
has realized two things since his horrific 2003 debut: He's not a
lyricist, and he doesn't need to be. Check the song titles: "Clockwork,"
"Make It Work for You," "Mr. Postman." Santana swipes in as his clique's
blue-collar cog. He deals to meet ends, takes everyman pleasure in sex
and smoke, and jokes about fat chicks in his off hours. Over an
efficient 909 clap whose minimalism is typical, what you hear is what
you get: "Let me show you how to make that crack/how to spend that
money/how to make it back." He's so busy in the kitchen he didn't have
time to work on his rhymes.

Elsewhere his verses are economical and observant, relying on
tautologies and an abbreviated take on Jeezy's ad lib: "A!" Santana's a
Southern trap star stuffed into a Manhattan studio apartment, whistling
while he works but the work comes first. If his verses were anything but
mediocre, he wouldn't be so believable. In return for the free pass on
the moral issues, is it too much to ask for motivation beyond
rags-or-riches, or rappers who can rhyme "shotta" with more than

Questions for questions: "How can you call it swagger if you still
really bag up?" Pusha snivels, with more at stake than money. He was
riding high as half of Virginia's the Clipse before label hassles
shelved his group's Hell Hath No Fury LP, which is now the Chinese
Democracy of hip-hop. The We Got It 4 Cheap mixtape series—jacked
beats, restless flow, Monte Cristo spite—comes partly to strong-arm
Jive into releasing them from their contract. It's an underdog thing. As
industry machinery keeps them down ("not even a major label could dampen
the stride"), Clipse take 2005's best instrumentals—Amerie's "1
Thing," Game's "Hate It or Love It," and Mobb Deep's "Kobra" among
them—and embarrass the originals with the verses they deserved in the
first place. On "Eghck," another Clipse song that resurfaced this year,
Pusha's partner Malice reveals another wound: "I'm not proud, in fact I
hate this route/this the same game got my brother strung out/so I count
the ways that it fucked up his life/so I don't have a problem with
upping my price." Responsibility is key: "Who said the game ain't fair?
A goddamn loser."

Deeply wronged and psychologically motivated, Clipse are closer to
Scarfaces and spaghetti western gangstas than mere get-out-the-ghetto
hustlers. Jeezy and Juelz are entertaining, but Clipse appeal to our
sense of justice. Our sympathies mount the more viciously they flow:
"All the snow in the timepiece confusing them/all the snow on the
concrete Peruvian/I flew 'em in, it ruined men, I'm through with
them/blame for misguiding their life/so go and sue me then." Compare
that to Jeezy's lame excuses when haters press him about young fans
wearing his snowman shirt.
1 gram how much do you hustle?

[29 Dec 2005|03:08am]
i got a psp, 60 gb video ipod and a new nice ass phone and tons of other shit so yall christmass and suck my dick
2 grams how much do you hustle?

[31 Mar 2004|08:23pm]
im starting a new lj so be on the look out
how much do you hustle?

[29 Mar 2004|06:22am]
metallica might be the greatest thing ever
thank you father
they played for almost 3 hours
how much do you hustle?

[24 Mar 2004|02:44pm]
i got kanye tickets
2 grams how much do you hustle?

[18 Mar 2004|10:24pm]
if you say you dont like "yeah" by usher, youre a fucking liar
1 gram how much do you hustle?

[18 Mar 2004|06:51pm]
Thursday April 1st - The Showbox presents KANYE WEST and special guests DILATED PEOPLES. $32.50 advance at TicketsWest and all outlets. $35.00 day of show and at the door. Doors at 8PM. ALL AGES. DRESS CODE STRICTLY ENFORCED!!

if anyone wants to go with me, please let me know soon

god the clipse is coming and i cant go because its 21 +
1 gram how much do you hustle?

[18 Mar 2004|05:31pm]
1-People in Oakland...Oakland
Woo, see I'm ridin higher and higher, woo-oo
Kinda broke so ya know all I gots five, I got five

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint
Like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
never the less, I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone, beatin my chest like King Kong,
it's on, wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin the vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks,
you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb
will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

1-I got five on it,
grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sack

I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa (slang for hav-a-tampa cigars)
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell no, you betta bring your own spliff, chief
wassup, don't make me sip that,
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know how I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me
(repeat 1)

(2)hey, make this right man,
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, i face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
but I'm no budget,
still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same 'ole bucket
foggy windows, soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
(1)been smoked,
yuk'll, the sprayer lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth)
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then eaz up,
speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da rolla
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo
(rpt 1)
how much do you hustle?

[18 Mar 2004|04:19pm]
blah blah blah

tracey loves footlongs
1 gram how much do you hustle?

[17 Mar 2004|06:44am]
how much do you hustle?

[17 Mar 2004|06:43am]
i got 5 on it is te best hip song ever written concerning not having enough money to buy a sac
how much do you hustle?

[09 Mar 2004|11:25pm]
every one stop fucking stressing about school and bitches
2 grams how much do you hustle?

[09 Mar 2004|06:03pm]
yeah eric is right,
if any one will give me their pee please notify me
5 grams how much do you hustle?

[29 Feb 2004|02:50pm]
my birthday is next wednesday...i will smoke anyone unless i hate you, if you dont buy me a gift i will never forive you...weed is a valid present, matching me is a valid present and smoking me out is a valid present
2 grams how much do you hustle?

to sum up break [22 Feb 2004|07:15pm]
"if kyles relaxed then thats when i know everything is ok"

"im glad that we all understand to load more than one bowl"
2 grams how much do you hustle?

[04 Feb 2004|04:52pm]
attention bitches, hoes and sluts

if you possess any of my clothing items (ie: shirts, SWEATSHIRTS, or jackets)

please notify me, its not that i want them back, im just trying to find out where they all are
3 grams how much do you hustle?

[04 Feb 2004|04:52pm]
attention bitches, hoes and sluts

if you possess any of my clothing items (ie: shirts, SWEATSHIRTS, or jackets)

please notify me, its not that i want them back, im just trying to find out where they all are
how much do you hustle?

hip hop quotables [01 Feb 2004|02:22pm]
Hi, my name's Ludacris and I'm high as girrafes (yeah)
And im close to the edge so your parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they nerves
I got kids actin a fool from the traps to the birbs
My filthy mouf it wont fight cavities or beat plaque
So i shot the tooth fairy (aahhh) and took my old teeth back
I'll take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make Government officials breath harder than Darth Vader
Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappin
But no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig Latin
I go fishen on my lake wit some bitches to bake
Plus i eat many MC's but i dont gain no weight
The number 1 cheif rocker clean out your rap lockers
Im as stiff as a board your more shook than maracas
But my tricks aint for kids if you dig em' you'll get smaked
I'll clap yah, i'll spring forward you far back (whoo)
Every album that i drop has got more than ten bangers (yeah)
Thats cause im a shot caller ya'll fools are crank yankers (bells)
Aint a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
I get chicks from Portland Oregan to Portland Mayne
Now i role up torpedoes, get blunted wit rastas
For a hefty fee im on your record like Bob Castas (yeah)
I own so many jerseys, im a throw-back mess
I hit the cleaners an tell em' "i want a full court press" (owe)
So mama toast yah glass while im countin my cash
Cause every single is a smash, im hot as a camals ass (ha)
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash
From your car to crack no one roles witchu
One of MiniMe's shoes got more soul than you (ok)
So by the time you figur out why your record aint spinnin
Im in the strip club smokin, wit Presedent Clinton (cough cough cough)
So stay of the long side-burns and gold teeth (teeth)
They make the mold of the penis and larger off me (me)
I'll be in another when i hit from the back (back)
Not to mention my refridgerators taller than Shaq (yeah)
So yippie ka ye yippie ya ya yo (yo), if you cant swim dont smoke my hydro (dro)
I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on
But alotta ya'll are more stuck up than tampons (whoo)
So wash all you sins away and stop playin (yeah)
If God's line is busy you might have to two way him (uh hmm)
And catch me in your back yard playin crokay
And im drunk im tellin kids "drugs are bad umm-kay"
Or watch me swing my chains at the Rascals of Peko
Got seven cars get on my rims at chrome depo
And people think im bad they say "ooh he's so evil"
Cause i go on blind dates with actual blind people (owe)
But my albums out the store, yours be on the shelf (uh hmm)
I heard you masterbate alot so ya'll keep to yourself
Cause these women want a man to stay up and stay strong
Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home
All that shit that ya'll talkin ya'll can pop it to them
Cause Ludacris will beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I'll put so deep in your ass that you can smell it
And your breath'll turn to Footlocker water repelant
Im the man i got money far as the eyes can see
And im in a group i split do wit me me and me
So much money in my jewelry that im damn near sorry
So ima trade my earings in, and get a Ferrari (whoo)
I buy cars wit straight cash, have meetins wit Donald Trump
Yall meet wit Honda, no payments for 12 months (uh huh)
Take a look at your life and no wonder your so sad
Ya'll put up wit more shit than a colostomy bag
ha ha ha
how much do you hustle?

[27 Jan 2004|04:18pm]
"she was raised mexican so she was probably poor"
-carli tripp
she said this during her english report

hhaha goood times
1 gram how much do you hustle?

[26 Jan 2004|10:36pm]
my little brother just peed his pants because he didnt want to get up from playing video games
1 gram how much do you hustle?

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