Saturday, November 28, 2009

Yoga Flame!

 [Lupe Fiasco]
I call this one Yoga...Flame

Uh, meditate
On the floor, fold your legs, resonate
Breathing speed, regulate
Clear my mind till it levitate

Dhalsim, I beat the game,
Level 8, Hella good
Never great cause God is great
So ain’t no goats, ain’t no gates
Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep’s skate

Brace yourself, teeth straight
Fix your face for Pete’s sake
Birthday wordplay, piece of cake
Fold the flow with seats for eight
A row row marrow make it rain
Not with bills, I make it change

Take that cool shit, make it lame
Take that nerd shit, make it bang
Yeah, you heard us make it bang
Yeah, you heard me make it bang
Melt the change and make a ring
Take that ring and make a bracelet
Take that bracelet make a chain
Look how far my necklace hang
Connect that chain up to a crane

Pull the game up by the brains
Could not move it just with brains
So I had to use some bling
Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne
Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty, Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane
I’m not going to drop my name
Sneak that message to the masses, you can call me Chocolate Rain
You might think my wallet drained
Look how far my pockets hang

That’s cause I got pocket change
My net worth is basketball
They net worth is soccer games
Tell them ni***s stop it mane
But they cannot stop it mane

So, they forced to watch it drain
They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans
King without the whoppers and, King without the cobbler
and King and I ain’t got no drains
Bruce Lee, dishwasher
Cleaning out your pots and pans
These ni***s ain’t got no stain
Power once I hit them with the powder
Then throw em’ in the shower
These ni**a slower than some dial-up
I be on my broadband
These ni***s still downloadin’
Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare, zShare
How long you going to be there?
Damn… for you fam
Information super highway
These n****s ain’t got no lane
But you can ride my shoulder
Like they pulled you over
I sit in the driver’s seat
You sit on the sofa
I am Patrick Swayze
You are Whoopi Goldberg
Cause he was a beast and the way that he controlled her
Rest in peace to Patrick
Rest in Peace to Stacks, kid
Rest in Peace to Rap, no, rest in peace to wackness

Yeah, n***a, I whacked it
Baby boy with the glasses
Tears like a black rap Zach Galifianakis
Hangover, game over, n***a that’s it!

 Lupe Tha GOAT.

Season Tres.

yeah, it's coming; what you know about that BOONDOCKS shit?

March 2010.

 Prepare to be Niggalized.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Happy Turkey!

 Hey y'all, it's Paula Dean and...

 lol, um, yeah, just wanted to say I hope anyone reading this had a Happy Thanksgiving!


Thursday, November 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


One of the dopest records of the year, kind of.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

I Wonder Whyy;

Beautiful. Could gravitate to track of the year, if it wanted to.


 Now this was my wish: for the song to be six or so minutes long, and it to be REAL RNB shit. Slow Grind, lovin'. I do believe I got both with this. Thank you Kelz. Hit up the Jump for the Tracklisting. To Mr. P-On-U's new album dropping December 1st.

Monday, November 23, 2009


 been waiting on this shit.

"thought I caught a angel, devil had my phones tapped;"

Sunday, November 22, 2009

? Mr. Carter.

no. epic. failure. here.




shakes, all that, extra ketchup, you need some napkins my nigga?

Our Black Asses.