Archive for the ‘Kanye West’ Category

Hand me a joint, good music, and room to breathe…

May 21, 2008

…those that doubt Com’ will soon believe.”

Excellent Mickey Factz exclusive interview with Heather [H.E.R.]

I love my city, especially when I get to see this live. [YouTube]

“I feel like there‚Äôs still bitches that owe me sex…” [TSS]

My thoughts exactly. [IATS]

SMH @ Racist white people. [Model Minority]

SMH @ Good Old, In-Debt, North American Close-minded Politics. [Glo-a-Blog]

Track Nineteen, Verse Three, Late Registration

March 11, 2008

Knock knock, who’s there? Killa Cam, Killa who?
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here’s the deal ma we goin to the dealer, boo
No concealin, no ceiling I don’t need a roof
Act up, get out, I don’t need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
Dag, niggaz still doin puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell ’em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y’all niggaz want a Killa Cam cerebellum
An old man just gon’ tell ’em (too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y’all gonna react when I’m (gone)
My last girl want me back then I’m on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you wanna see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguise
Ain’t leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y’all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain’t even a lie, please believe me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now

I always act a fool, oww… oww…

February 26, 2008

Ain’t nothing new now… now….”


Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning G.O.O.D.

January 18, 2008

Cons, ‘Ye – Good Bad Ugly

Yeah I’m 48 hours late on this. I was just waiting for it to reach googletube. This song was way overdue for a video. It should have been Cons first single.

No disrespect to Rik.

And let’s not forget last summer.

As I recall, I know you like to show off…

January 15, 2008


*cracks knuckles*

Been saving this for a SPECIAL OCCASION… (c) Redman.


Track Twelve, Verse Two, Finding Forever

January 3, 2008

Ashes and snowfalls
I wonder when the roll call for heaven gon’ come
forever gon’ come
It’s a cold world and I can never go numb
look fear in the eyes, say I never gon’ run
sooner than later, I know the cheddar gon’ come
for now I write the world letters to better the young
On tree by jury, together we hung
Now we let our chains hang and gang bang to maintain
‘ghanastan goin’ through the same thing
It trickles down at each other we aim pain
I shoot for stars, peace and exclusive cars
Through the while I learned to earn hard
Watch gangstas turn God in the mist of war
no matter how much I elevate, I kiss the floor
It was in the wind when she said Dilla was gone
That’s when I knew we’d live forever through song