Showing posts with label rap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rap. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
'I LOVE MY ATTITUDE' T-Shirt as worn by Ice Cube N.W.A.
Labels:
actor,
as worn by,
cube,
gangsta,
Gangsta Rap,
hip hop,
i heart my attitude,
i love my attitude,
ice,
ice cube,
n w a,
nwa,
rap,
rapper,
thug,
thug life
Friday, April 10, 2020
Adidas tracksuits and Corpse paint
Uratsakidogi, Black Metal Hip Hop aka corpse paint in adidas tracksuits from Moscow, Russia. |
Black Metal with Hip Hop... Interesting mixture!
Here is what Black Hop music, Black Metal mixed with Hip Hop, looks like (see the evolution of my comments after each video I've watched) :
The lyrics are good, the music is passable, and they look somewhat ridiculous.
Interesting lyrics, the music won't made it to my MP3 anytime soon, they look ridiculous!
This fuckin' song SUCKS! They act like dumbasses!!
By the way, why aren't you wearing PYGOD.COM gear instead of these fuckin' adidas shit!
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Labels:
Adidas,
Adidas tracksuits,
Black Hop,
Black Metal,
corpse paint,
facebook,
hip hop,
lyrics,
Moscow,
rap,
Russia,
tracksuits,
Uratsakidogi,
videos,
website
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Jadakiss 'Why?' shirt
Labels:
9/11,
censorship,
conspiracy,
George Bush,
hip hop,
Jadakiss,
Jadakiss why,
Jadakiss why shirt,
rap,
rapper,
shirt,
T-Shirt,
why,
why?
Monday, April 6, 2020
Ice-T - New Jack Hustler (video & lyrics)
Ice-T - New Jack Hustler
Lyrics
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't want to hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
Look at that ring right there,
I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
Yo man, I just want to roll with you man,
How can I be down?
What's up? You say you want to be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
Out my face, fool I'm the illest,
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.
Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!
I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.
And I'm a hustler.
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler
New Jack, New Jack..........
Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I learned that in school then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block,
You want to journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.
Pregnant teens, children's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played,
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's low but I got long dough,
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
There'll be another one after me!
A hustler.
Hustler.
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler.
New Jack, New Jack......
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tracy Lauren Marrow (Ice-T) / Alphonso Henderson
New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Reach Music Publishing
O.G. Original Gangster T-shirt and hat available in Red or Blue if you know what I mean. |
Labels:
Gangsta Rap,
gangster,
hip hop,
hustler,
Ice T,
Ice-T,
lyrics,
New Jack Hustler,
OG,
Original Gangster,
rap,
video
Ice-T - O.G. Original Gangster (video, lyrics & t-shirt)
O.G. Original Gangster
Ice-T
Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
With my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice,
That shit sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired
who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the Mornin'
That was the real shit
O.G. Original Gangster
When I wrote about parties
Someone always died
When I tried to write happy
Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
and anyone with two cents
would know I'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
a little different
Than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn'T care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' joke
This shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T
O.G.
Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb motherfucker
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
and hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with Jeri curls
we won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga
But they just didn'T figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
Prankster."
I'm Ice-T, the original gangster
So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right through
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
Without respect frome streets
So I don't claim be
The hardest motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
But I don'T slip that often
there's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down
Take a look around
all them pussies can be found
they talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from South Central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top
For when the copters pass
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war
Hostges tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a fuck
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the shit's fucked up bad
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
andthe goodtimes
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
L.A. that was a shot gun!
O.G. Original Gangster
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tracy Marrow (Ice-T)
O.G. Original Gangster lyrics © Reach Music Publishing
O.G. Original Gangster T-shirt and hat available in Red or Blue if you know what I mean. |
Labels:
Gangsta Rap,
gangster,
hip hop,
Ice T,
Ice-T,
lyrics,
O.G,
OG,
Original Gangster,
rap,
video
Saturday, March 21, 2020
PunkMetalRap.com T-Shirts & merchandise
Labels:
merchandise,
Metal,
PMRC,
Punk,
Punk Metal Rap,
PunkMetalRap,
PunkMetalRap.com,
rap,
Support,
Support the PMRC,
T-shirts
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Best Rap Songs Of Each Year [1979 - 2018]
What this compilation's creator had to say about it.
Best Hip-Hop Song Each Year.
The best hip-hop songs of all time are those songs that touch our soul. They make us smile, laugh, cry, think, move and shake what our mama (or papa) gave us. #evolutionofhiphop
I traveled back four decades and dug through a pile of tunes to compile a list of the greatest songs hip-hop has ever witnessed.
Picking hip-hop's greatest songs is an incredibly difficult (and incredibly fun) undertaking, considering the various styles that have splintered the genre every way imaginable. Now 40 years old, hip-hop no more belongs to Bronx originators than it does to today's kids; its popularity has stretched to all corners, and the various mutations reflect that. Our picks reflect the songs that innovated, enlightened, delighted, and lasted. These are hip-hop tracks that, with any justice, our grandchildren will have on playlists that are implanted into their brains, or whatever.
By the way, I am more Metal than Rap! However, I admire their values and lifestyle.
Labels:
best rap songs,
Eminem,
hip hop,
Notorious BIG,
rap,
Tupac
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Lean / Dirty Sprite / Purple Drank / Sizzurp official recipe
As you may know, our friends in the hip hop / rap game are very fond of lean. A popular drink in da hood.
Lean aliases:
Lean / Dirty Sprite / Purple Drank / Sizzurp / Promethazine Codeine Syrup / Purple Stuff / Drank / Barre / Purple Jelly / Texas Tea / Syrup / Tsikuni / Codeine / Cough Syrup / Purple Codeine Drank.
Since a picture is worth a thousand words.
Here is lean in pictures.
Lean AKA purple drank, the favorite cocktail of Lil' Wayne AKA Weezy F. Baby.
Soulja Boy on lean
2 Chainz is just another lean lover.
Lean / purple drank official recipe.
- Two large serving spoons, roughly 20ml of Codeine-Promethazine syrup (cough syrup).
- Sprite. Any fruit-flavored soda can be used.
- A Jolly Ranger or two to give the mixture a sweeter flavor.
- Ice.
- Don't forget to put it in TWO styrofoam cups instead of just one. So your double cup won't bleed purple as with a solo cup and it will stay cold.
- Always remember to sip slow.
Juelz Santana cocktail variation:
- Robitussin
- Hawaiian Punch
Danny Brown cocktail variation:
- Codeine
- Promethazine
- Club soda
Trayvon Martin personnal lean recipe
THESE COMBINATIONS CAN BE LETHAL WITH ALCOHOL
There is even a hoodie to celebrate their fondness for the purple drank.
Lil Pump certainly enjoyed his lean... Before he got fat from drinking too much of it!
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Extremely popular WWE pro wrestlers Street Profits have a hip hop gimmick with catchphrase like "We Want The Smoke!" and they are always seen with a red cup in hand. Nobody seem to realize that the "red cup rebellion" is a direct allusion to lean / purple drank.
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Poser wannabe-thug Justin Bieber used to be addicted to lean, praising its virtues in his horrible songs. Which single handedly destroy all the cool aura around lean!!!
Post initially published in PYGear.com: https://www.pygear.com/2019/04/Thatsaawfullotofcoughsyrup-hoodie.html
Sources and interesting links:
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/features/2017-03-09/hip-hop-s-unlikeliest-icons-promethazine-codeine-syrup-manufacturers
https://thearbor.com/lean-cough-syrup/
https://thearbor.com/lean-cough-syrup/
SatansSchlongs.com
Labels:
codeine,
cough syrup,
dope,
double styrofoam cup,
drank,
drugs,
hip hop,
lean,
lean official recipe,
lean recipe,
Lil Pump,
Lil Wayne,
purple drank,
rap,
red cup,
sipping,
sizzurp,
Soulja Boy,
Weezy F. Baby
Friday, March 13, 2020
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Soundcloud mumble Rap saved Rap
Labels:
emo rap,
hip hop,
Lil Pump,
mumble rap,
rap,
sad rap,
soundcloud rap,
soundcloud rappers,
trap metal
Thursday, June 6, 2019
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