| 12/2007
הנה הלכה לה שנה :] שנת 2007 שנה גדולה. שנה חשובה
 טוב הנה הולכת לה שנת 2007 הכל כך מרתקת. זאת הייתה שנה מאד מיוחדת ויש לה הרבה משמעות, אין לי הרבה מה לומר
כי הפעם אני לא הולך לעשות פוסט ענק ולכתוב הרבה סיפורים.
אני יסכם את השנה הזאת כשנת "הלקחים" בכל זאת למדתי מאד הרבה ממנה
הרבה שינויים קרו השנה, ורק אני בשביל עצמי נשארתי אני, אני לא יודע מה אומרים כל השאר
(יש כאלה שאומרים שכן, ויש כאלה שאומרים שלא.) אבל שיהיה :]
אני דיי שמח אם עצמי ואם הדרך שבא אני נואג, נכון אני דרוש לכמה שיפורים בהתנהגות, בדיבור, ביחס לכל מני דברים
אבל את זה הזמן יעשה :] ושתדעו שאני תמיד ישאר דאמ אסס כמו שהייתי D:
Fuck the beat, i go acapella
Fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty,
Here, tell these people something they dont know about me
אני לא שם תמונות יותר... את כל התמונות אני ישאיר לעצמי, לזיכרון שלי
רק זאתי תמונה מיום העצמאות :| של פעם.
סתם כי בא לי וסתם כי אהבתי את זה.
אבל בכל זאת אנשים :]
D: אני יתגעגע מאד לשנה מאד :] ואני תמיד יזכור אותה
כחלק גדול מהלב
שתיהיה לכם שנה הכי בת זונה שיש :] הכי שמחה הכי כייפית הכי טובה.
ושתידעו שאחרי כל לילה חשוך בא יום בהיר.
D: אז אוהב אתכם אנשים ומקווה שהכל יהיה טוב לכם.
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קטע משיר כמו תמיד.
[Snoop Dogg]
Check game, im'a show you how to bang,
Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game,
All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang,
A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring,
I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back,
My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack,
Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that,
Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back
I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love,
with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods,
And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll,
And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg,
I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched,
Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back,
What I look like the mudafukin Police,
It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets,
Especially when it comes to this Cali shit,
And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch,
Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip,
On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast.
[Chorus]
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.
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I Am Whatever you say i am
ASITF !!!
ALWAYYYS
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
An arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis
Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded
Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache - I'm sick
Quick-witted, for every lyric spitted,
There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it
So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick,
It's gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it,
And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you f**kers are not ready,
'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's) pot belly
This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running
So get off me, I'm not slowing or softening
Chorus:
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,
'till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies, laugh f**kers it's all funny
I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,
No apologies
Verse 2:
My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep sayin' it - I can’t stress it enough,
So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation,
While I'm strangling my own throat and masturbatin' (ha-ha)
F**k yeah, I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,
'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,
[No Apologies lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
'till I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,
And if that's the case then..
Chorus:
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,
'till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies, laugh f**kers it's all funny
I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,
No apologies
Verse 3:
This song isn't for you it's for me - A true mc,
It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly,
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me,
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me
Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,
So I’m warning you, don’t coax me
It’s silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing,
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing - it's stupid,
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded,
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did,
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin',
And you too you can..
Outro: [X2]
..Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an mc,
This is how I'm supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don't even beat
So expect no apologies
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