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"Do you fools listen to music, or do you just skim through it?" Jay-Z

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

John Forte Family Business

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I think cats slept on John Forte, but he rarely left you disappointed when he blessed you with a flow. This is the joint that put me on. It is well worth the a listen, because everyone featured had an ill flow.

Hear It!


We used to jump rope,

But now we gun hope

Bustin shots off of project roof tops

Sending signals with the blunt smoke.

Ock, dont talk a lot if you cant hold it in lock

If you think lips sink ships,

Imagine full glock clips.

I hold a glass of remy martin

Gettin milks by the carton

Extortin the light weights for thinkin they important

The night pays and heavenly waysAint nothin free ah

Knowledge of your family and steppin to your b.i.

You see i, stay on top of shit like a fly

My niggas reach when they got beef

Then jet down to south beach

Yo mouthpiece is yappin

I hear it in your rap and

My family is thick so that bullshit could never happen.


Refugee Allstars We Tryin To Stay Alive



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Monday, October 20, 2008

Common Get Em High

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What can I say about Com Sense, other than that is one of the most gifted, uplifting and inspiring artists ever. Common has continued represent what can only be desribed as true Hip-Hop even before the days of Resurrection when he explained to us why he used to love her. Also showing his more grittier side with his brief beef with Ice Cube in The Bitch In You. These days it is obvious that he loves her once again, and is dedicated to her resurrection. With his calm mellow tone, witty punchlines and smooth delivery, Com has definately forced his way into Hip-Hop greatness, and proven to be deserving of his staus as one of the elite.

Hear It!




Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke

A hype filled with dope

Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes

The real nigga quotes

Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out of

Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs

Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show

Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz than you

You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you

How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead

I'm here to resurrect me, marcs is to sexy to even make songs like these

That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys

To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is popular

Twelve thousand spins, nobody got there cop in the

Album, how come, you the hot garbage of

The years clear your image and snooped up

Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick

Man you a dick with a loose nut

Video hard to watch like Medusa

Even your club record need a booster

Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga

Read the infa- red across your head I'm bread king like Simba

Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a MC with a temper

You dancin for money like Honey, I did this my way

So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye

Spittin through wires and fires, MC retirin

Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then

IllStyle




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