Killer Mike en pleno efecto con un beat superbruto tomado directamente de Funkadelic. Angry conscious rap para vuestros oídos.
Hace 5 años
lunes, 31 de enero de 2011
domingo, 30 de enero de 2011
Only screw shit
Que si, que lo estabais esperando, que lo se yo...
Hoy con Big Moe (RIP) y alguna curiosidad incluida a cargo de Michael Watts 5000 (una bestia).
Hoy con Big Moe (RIP) y alguna curiosidad incluida a cargo de Michael Watts 5000 (una bestia).
jueves, 27 de enero de 2011
Fuck the hype
"Headed to the West Side
To start some shit, fired up the blunt
to get my head buzzed to pull the hit
Now I'm ready to cook
Take the strap on my back and I take another look
I'm ready to do some muthafuckin trippin'
I'm ready to hit your mutherfuckin block
with it cocked, catch you slippin, we in the bucket jettin'
Must be nearin the spot because I'm sweatin (ah, damn!)"
martes, 25 de enero de 2011
Super late screw sundays
Eso de las fechas no se me da precisamente bien como podreis apreciar. Para todos aquellos que estaban esperando su ración de chopped & screwed el domingo os dejo con cosicas que tenía en la cabeza y que he descubierto por la red en formato clip:
viernes, 21 de enero de 2011
Life ain't nothing but money & women
Rest in Peace Big Mello:
Houston, Houston, Houston all day everyday
Houston, Houston, Houston all day everyday
domingo, 16 de enero de 2011
Cada día me defino
Tu peor enemigo está dentro de ti. Al mismo tiempo, es el mejor, aprovecha esta ventaja.
Cuando estás abajo, sólo te queda ir hacia arriba.
Cuando estás abajo, sólo te queda ir hacia arriba.
I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the loss
Domingo soleado. Domingo pa estar chillin' en tu casa, en la calle, en la cama con tu pareja...domingo para un temita clásico, y por supuesto, en screw.
"I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin, gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turnin' on the bulb light
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white
I'm showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas
Home of the playas, so there'll never be no flexin'
So long we've been waitin'
Never ever hatin'
In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Datin
So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gone drip candy and be all Screwed Up
Just pop in your breaker set
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me your ear because the SOUTHSIDE finna wreck
Down here we smoke tree
Then let the world see true hidden talent like Screw and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for hatas and you busted big suckas
On the south side we stayin paid MuthaFucka!
UGK: I got a pocket fulla stones
Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is...
Its time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
Who's the man, who's the boss
Who's the nigga that's payed the cost
I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the
loss
Grippin a grand up in the slant workin' the wood
It's understood, flippin these 4's, slamin these doors, pullin' these
hoes,
and wearin these clothes
Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill
From hittin' tha boulevards from belts and buckles woman and
grill
I'm poppin'the trunk and smokin a skunk and pullin up candy red
Sittin on bucks, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head
Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words
Im able to clown when loosin a noun to take the place of verbs
My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw
Take it from me, the nigga Lil Key, the H- The A- the R- D
Menace to society
Born and raised to be a G
I grabs tha phone go on and on
2 or 3 songs i roppers rome cause these lyrics comin from the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays
If you to flip the script
By movin ya tongue you take a dose and listen close promise that you'll be sprung
Jackers and hustlers, players and macks
Foreign doors to Cadillacs
Serve codine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the stacks All these thangs remain tha same because I'm so able to win
All around just bow down
because Lil Keke pimps that pen"
Un amor para mi hombre mapaxe. We'll keep fightin', actitud y proactividad homes!!
"I'm draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin, gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Fire up a fat sweet
Turnin' on the bulb light
Hand on the wood grain
Ass on the tight white
I'm showin' naked ass in the great state of Texas
Home of the playas, so there'll never be no flexin'
So long we've been waitin'
Never ever hatin'
In Houston we Elbows, In Cali they Datin
So 1996 you hoes better duck
Because the world gone drip candy and be all Screwed Up
Just pop in your breaker set
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me your ear because the SOUTHSIDE finna wreck
Down here we smoke tree
Then let the world see true hidden talent like Screw and Lil Keke
Ain't no love for hatas and you busted big suckas
On the south side we stayin paid MuthaFucka!
UGK: I got a pocket fulla stones
Lil Keke gone and tell 'em what time it is...
Its time to lay 'em down like a fresh set of dominoes
For all the playas, all the pimps, all the bitches, and all the hoes
Who's the man, who's the boss
Who's the nigga that's payed the cost
I really don't give a damn cause I ain't the one that's gonna take the
loss
Grippin a grand up in the slant workin' the wood
It's understood, flippin these 4's, slamin these doors, pullin' these
hoes,
and wearin these clothes
Who in the the hell was able to tell the southside they had to chill
From hittin' tha boulevards from belts and buckles woman and
grill
I'm poppin'the trunk and smokin a skunk and pullin up candy red
Sittin on bucks, not givin' a fuck and able to turn a head
Somethin' serious when I let go cause I got a way with words
Im able to clown when loosin a noun to take the place of verbs
My lyrics go together like a pair of socks and shoes
My flow is slow because it's bolted down by DJ Screw
Take it from me, the nigga Lil Key, the H- The A- the R- D
Menace to society
Born and raised to be a G
I grabs tha phone go on and on
2 or 3 songs i roppers rome cause these lyrics comin from the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays
If you to flip the script
By movin ya tongue you take a dose and listen close promise that you'll be sprung
Jackers and hustlers, players and macks
Foreign doors to Cadillacs
Serve codine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the stacks All these thangs remain tha same because I'm so able to win
All around just bow down
because Lil Keke pimps that pen"
Un amor para mi hombre mapaxe. We'll keep fightin', actitud y proactividad homes!!
sábado, 15 de enero de 2011
Rollin' deep on a stolen jeep with heat
Todavía no habían pasado por aquí. Así que la entrada 100 es para ellos:
jueves, 13 de enero de 2011
lunes, 10 de enero de 2011
Late screw sundays
Con un día de retraso pero aquí está:
¿Qué tal llevais el año? Por aquí andamos cambiando hábitos y rutinas para mejorar esta mierda de vida. Márcate un objetivo y ve a por él paso a paso. Un amor para todos aquellos que estamos abajo.
¿Qué tal llevais el año? Por aquí andamos cambiando hábitos y rutinas para mejorar esta mierda de vida. Márcate un objetivo y ve a por él paso a paso. Un amor para todos aquellos que estamos abajo.
jueves, 6 de enero de 2011
Should I lie to my homies and say I ain't lonely
Feliz día de reyes a todos los que lo hayais tenido. A los demás, bienvenidos al mundo real.
"...So much pressure and so much pain,
nothing to live for and nothing to gain,
So much pressure and so much pain,
nothing to live for and nothing to gain,
this is my testimony for what I see,
this is the only life, young brothers and sisters, for you and me"
"...So much pressure and so much pain,
nothing to live for and nothing to gain,
So much pressure and so much pain,
nothing to live for and nothing to gain,
this is my testimony for what I see,
this is the only life, young brothers and sisters, for you and me"
domingo, 2 de enero de 2011
Feliz 2011
Porque lo que tienes en la cabeza pase al mundo real, sea cream, trabajo, amor, estudios, familia... lucha por ello no matter what, y recuerda, mantén la cabeza y el mentón alto. Orgullo obrero siempre.
Y como es domingo seguimos con los screw sundays y este temazo. Sube el volumen y déjate llevar.
Y como es domingo seguimos con los screw sundays y este temazo. Sube el volumen y déjate llevar.
