The Music Thread

[Matt]

ive been listening to Montell Jordan, Truth Hurts, Gemma Fox and Christina Milian.

Just got the Milian album, it's and alright cut......Gemma Fox is cool too, hec i like all that stuff......almost forgot about my Geto Boys album.

[Jona]

I didn't like THAT much Jay-Z, and the other were great but the thing that REALLY blew me was K-os and Xzibit's Paparazzi!!!

K-os was AMAZING I liked every song and Xzibit was pretty strong! I really liked them, thanks!!!

[Colin]

West Coast - Don't really like any West Coast but...
The Heat- nothing, the westcoast is too stereotypical
The Vet- Ice Cube/Warren G
The Memoriable- 2Pac of course

Mid-West
The Heat- Kanye West
The Vet- Common
The Memoriable- Eminem, he used to be allright

East Coast
The Heat- Saigon is coming.
The Vet- Nas
The Memoriable- Big L

South - Like the West new rappers are too sterotypical
The Heat- ummmm....The Geto Boys have a new album I have no idea, TI I suppose
The Vet- OutKast
The Memoriable- Soulja Slim

International - I mean Canada, but to keep it broad
The Heat- M'eh, I dunno
The Vet- K-OS
The Memoriable- Maestro

[SkipToMy_Lou]

Heres mine:

Westcoast:

The Heat: The Outlawz
The Vet: Ice Cube/Snoop Dogg
The Memoriable: Tupac Shakur

Mid West:

The Heat: Kanye/Royce Da 5'9
The Vet: Tech9ne/Common
The Memoriable: Bone Thugz

Eastcoast:

The Heat: Saigon
The Vet: Nas/Mobb Deep and cant forget Masta Ace
The Memoriable: Biggie

South:

The Heat: T.I/Ludacris
The Vet: Geto Boys/Outkast
The Memoriable: Soulja Slim

International:

The Heat: Scribe (New Zealand Rapper)
The Vet: K-OS
The Memoriable: Foreign Exchange

[Old School Fool]

T.I. - U Don't Know Me (It's at the end of "Bring Em Out" Video, GRIMEY!)

You gotta listen to it, it's sick!


I hate to sound like an idiot, but have you heard the shit on NBA 2K5? Some nice stuff.

They got some music for download on their official site. If it's alright to post a Del song I'll put it up.

[Damien War]

TI's pretty nice. He might be the only new rapper from the South who I wouldn't classify as stereotypical (I don't have a problem with stereotypical as long as it's entertaining though) with the Crunk sound dominating the area. When he talks about pass expeirences drug dealing he never glorifies it like on "Just Doing My Job", and one song he has is titled "Be Better Than Me". He has another song where he apologizes to all the people he's hurt like his mother, and ex-girlfriend, and a daughter he at first didn't claim on "(Don't Hate Me)I Still Love U",and another song where he has a one-on-one with himself about some of the shit he shouldn't be doing on "T.I. Vs. T.I.P." Songs like "Motivation" when he speaks on how to turn people hating on you into a positive, but then ofcourse you got the straight for the streets tracks like "You Don't Know Me". His production is flawless and his lyrical delivery is one if not the best in the South.

Saigon..Another East Coast guy I don't know. Can somebody give me some info on him? And Skip, I appreciate the read on Masta Ace.

[Colin]

I don't know much about him. But he's a good rapper who put out the mixtape Warning Shots that's pretty good. He's been in trouble with the law a lot too, in and out of prison. He's from Brooklyn. Started rapping in prison and decided to try and make it as a rapper when he got out.

[Jowe]

I'd hit anna, she's looking fine again.

Courtney Love back in the day was hot.

[Damien War]

Does he rap or affiliate with anybody I ought to know?

[Jona]

I'd hit anna, she's looking fine again.

Courtney Love back in the day was hot.

Do you see Sir Najira???
They're not that bad, are they??

[SkipToMy_Lou]

Not really, hes rapped with a few people but nothing that hes done more then once or twice. He is impressive though and imo will explode sometime in 05.

[Colin]

He remixed the song 'War' with Nas. Try to get it. Hot track.

[SkipToMy_Lou]

Oh yeah got that one, shit is fire!

Just got Messy Marvs new album a couple days ago, he a underground Westcoast rapper that spits how it is. Album is real tight, I'd post it on Hip Hop Cartel but yousendit keeps fucking up on me

[Colin]

I noticed that like every post you made in 'What are you listening to now" was Messy Marv. Ima try to find a couple trakcs by him. He might make my 'heat' category up there for westcoast.

If all else fails might you be able to send a good song to my gmail account (colin826@...)?

One more question: Does anyone at that site like Premiere?

[SkipToMy_Lou]

Heres a couple songs you should look out for:

maybe make a search on Bearshare, WinMx or whatever you use...

I'm Too Thowed
Tycoonin
Still Ballin feat Clover Geez
Momma
U Ain't The Only 1 feat Dead Prez
Let It B Known feat Guce

And no I don't really like Premo either, got respect for him but he's just too cocky and things he knows everything.

[Ataraxia]

if u like Gothic chicks Courtney Love's all good.....

but anna nicole smith looks like an everyday slut.....

anyway what Dre said is kinda rite.....each race has its own sexual preference/whats hot and whats not.......

[Jowe]

Courtney Love was never a goth chick.. geeze.

Yeh dre was right, some people like apes some people like humans. Its all a matter of taste.

[Ataraxia]

Courtney Love was never a goth chick.. geeze.

Yeh dre was right, some people like apes some people like humans. Its all a matter of taste.

Apes have better cushoning

n go search for pics.....shes gothic.....theirs alot of differences in Gothics....its like Christianity with all those subsets....

[Ataraxia]

The Roots - Star / Pointro Lyrics

[40 seconds of instrumental to start]

[Black Thought]
Get 'em up high - okay, yeah

[Chorus]
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, okay

[Black Thought]
When that adrenaline get in they system
It get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherf**kin
problem
in Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem
Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin
Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing
and you dream of floodin the scenery with, llello and greenery
But for now, you stickin her with the heavy machinery
Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
And like e'rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
Holdin somethin in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"
Stressin to me how it's all about a dollar sign
Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
Up against the clock and damn near out of time
"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that's the bottom line
To all my peoples that's stars, it's our time to shine
Let's get 'em up high, c'mon

[Chorus - 2X]

[Black Thought]
Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language
I'm deprogrammin y'all with uncut slang shit
I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
Twist some cool champagne, I'm goin through changes
A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
Learn the rules lil' homey, you could be one too
Niggaz know, ain't no tellin what he gon' do
But recognize young bruh, I'ma do it for you
You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved
Hip-Hop, it's not pop like Kylie Minogue
If it bang, them gettin-busy brothers probably involved
In the game, where e'rybody got a shottie to draw
I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin or what?
I can't call it man, I got the ladies fallin in love
Cause handsome, intelligent, tough - I'm all the above
I know you knew it it's the movement
Groove to it while you doin it up

[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]

[Black Thought]
Introducin the band you gotta see to believe
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
It's Black Thought, he rockin sharp so the speakers'll bleed
I run a triathalon, you wouldn't see me fatigued
I'm a star, and maybe y'all should cop somethin to be
Or trade some of y'all equipment in for somethin you need
Cause it's a, lot of bullshit floodin the scene
Where e'rybody's a star, and hot shit is few and far between
We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it's hard to be
Don't wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin
Keepin it real'll kill you if you end up lettin it
Ain't it blowin your mind how the game all in line
Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up settin it
I'd tell you that I was a veteran but it's evident
You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin it

[Chorus - 3X w/ minor variations]

"Everybody is a star.."

[Ataraxia]

The Roots - Clones
Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the fuck?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice

Verse One: M.A.R.S.

First of all let's talk about these ill capers
And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll fuckin scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Verse Two: Black Thought

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty conniseur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
for a fuckin record deal
Comin with somethin veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
C-L-O/N-E-S fess
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)




Verse Three: Dice Raw

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style
what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad dreams
of horrifying things, that your ass never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw
where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

Verse Four: Malik B

Don't come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek ass will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same sex
I annihliate your type if you violate
Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate

The Roots - Concerto Of A Desperado
Chorus:

The concerto, of the desperado
R-double-O-T-S check the flow
If you know like I know then you know the motto
That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to go

Verse One:

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro
My poetry is set like a U.F.O.
The maestro, the lyricist concerto
My physical play the role of a vessel
The level of my lyrics law manifesto
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts
of a gorilla stronger than Samson
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just
stimulate you like the best sensimilla
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed
hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe-
-reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper
Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper
Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister
Then a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the
you lose your balance when the sound hits ya
So check for the, fifth militia
A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture
Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister
I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher
And take advantage of ya because you amateur
Styles gunning down your sound man and manager
What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six
With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war we spar reaction

Chorus 2X

Verse Two:

The implorer, the universe explorer
Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah
Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora
With styles that's newer than the world order
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water
I straight deport ya
Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant
that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant
You fold like Japan's futons and fans
While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian
I crush a mountain into grands of sand
Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand
The desperado, that refuse to follow
The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle
I deep like the dark of the night
Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic
They use the simple back and forth the same
old rhythm that's plain
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us
As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war we spar reaction

Chorus 2X

[cyanide]

Yeh I've got the boxset too.

Did you watch the dvd

I thought the dvd was awesome, especially when they played Smells like teen spirit at parties and clubs with people going nuts.

The last clip was sad though. The one with Kurt on drums and they are were playing that sad song.


R.I.P Kurt.

I watched the DVD, yeah, but I was kind of disappointed with it. Like the first 9 songs were taken in somebody's basement, but the camera angle annoyed me, but the songs were great. And yeah, you noticed that they were playing songs in the menus and showing additional clips like SLTS and All Apologies. I wish there were more in-studio or live performances, but the basement ones were still cool.

[Jona]

Courtney Love was never a goth chick.. geeze.

Yeh dre was right, some people like apes some people like humans. Its all a matter of taste.

Was that a racial slur???

[SkipToMy_Lou]

Great song right there from The Roots

[J@3]

It's an inside joke.

[cyanide]

It's an inside joke.

You sure?

From that five words thread... the first thing Jowe describes himself as:

Racist
Sexist
Friendly
Pestimistic
Moody