Fuck Harvey Levin and anybody that loves his celebrity news website. First you prematurely pronounce the impending death of Lil Wayne (Weezy Forgives. We Don't.) and then you try to link the horrific actions of one of the Boston Marathon culprits to our culture? "DEAD BOMBING SUSPECT: HEAVY INTO HIP HOP" You don't say? It's 2013 and most kids are into rap music. We've been penetrated pop culture, you cock suckers. "What's interesting... hip-hop lyrics are notoriously violent and often degrading to women." So our music is at fault in this tragedy? Let's be clear the only bombs my culture cosigns is DJ Funkmaster Flex's sound effects. Thirty Mile Zone is prone to post anything to get traffic. Fuck dude and his coffee cup. Get you a Rap Radar cup and drink with us in the winner's circle.
Oh Miguel. Leg droppin your fans? You ain't Hulk Hogan and that wasn't part of the program. That's no way to treat the adoring ladies, brother.
Yesterday morning, Lex Diamonds rode shot gun with Angela Yee on Shade 45 and discussed OB4CL II and RZA’s cupidity. At the 22:34 mark, Felicia “Snoop” Pearson from The Wire joins the fray. Take a listen here. After that, squeeze the juice out of your headphones with this sorry ass rip of “House of Flying Daggers.” (Nation, I’m holding you accountable, brudda!) Yo X, get at me dawg with that CDQ!
Splash comes through in the clutch! CDQ (Clean)
The cipher’s complete! Parental advisory CDQ, courtesy of X
Brilliant joint
and buddens think he fucking with this?
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK HOW OLD THEY ARE/HOW MANY UNITS THEY’VE SOLD RECENTLY, WHATEVER/ WU-TANG WILL BANG ON FOREVER! I COULD GIVE 2 SHITS IF THEY WAS 93/THEY SHIT STILL BANG IN THE WHIP LIKE IT WAS ’93/ WE TALKING ‘BOUT 9 GENERALS/ SMOOTH CRIMINALS/ HARD AS PREHISTORIC MINERALS/ NO SUBLIMINALS/ LACING SKILLS ON ANY BUM WHOSE SKILLS ARE MINIMAL/ HOUSE OF FLYING DAGGERS B/THIS SHIT SERVE AS A WARNING/ANY OTHER BULLSHIT FLOATING’S FUCKING ANNOYING!
I know I can’t rap for shit, but this the type of shit that made you wanna be an emcee back in the day. This the type of shit that had you rewinding the tape all night and had you going crazy until the tape popped. And a nigga was poor, so I’d go right inside the tap and tape that shit back together, ignoring the little muffle when it would come up. Wu Tang Forever, I’m about to run this shit back, again!
Ehh… the track is too crowded, It has to grow on me Iguess, I kind of expected more for the “outbreak” single off such an anticipated album. I will definitely cop though.
from the lyrics, to the flow, to the beat all this shit is ILL!!!