Luis M asked:


IS FROM THE NEW SPM THE SONG IS SWIM

[Chorus:]
I was three when my old man left in the wind
Pushed me in the ocean, turned around and said “swim”
That’s what I did even though I was scared
I kept kickin ’cause a person only floats when he’s dead

If I had one wish, It wouldn’t be wealth
It would be that if we could just love ourselves
Cause every day it’s like we kill a million dreams
and it seem everybody on different teams
I don’t mean to get deep, I’m just speakin the truth
we in a two-bed traila with a leak in the roof
I ate potatoes every way you could ever make’em
When you’re hungry gotta use your imagination
My mom did her best, she would hug and kiss me
Even though we had more fuckin mice than Disney
I still had some polo’s and plenty new draws
While she was livin life with the same tow bras
The lighting strikes like Garth say thunder rolls
Life is cold like an Eskimo in summer clothes
I suffa softly, but never let nothing stop me
And I miss my little girl like somebody shot me

[Chorus x2:]

I be prison made cross, fuck diamonds and jewels
Still flya then Jordan when he was runnin with bulls
So many shots had missed, so many cops was pissed
So many songs I have written in the past on this
It’s a lot of impostas tryda tell you the same
But how the fuck can I explain, no one knows my pain
From the cord on my navel I was G from the cradle
I don’t snort’cause they say that bitch Caine killed Abel
I’m not sure you understand it but I must express it
Santa Claus is on heroine, there ain’t no presents
And Mom all this shit makes my eyes so watery
Now I understand why you tried to win the lottery
We gon’ make it I promise, don’t let the memories haunt us
I remember we was at the bus stop in pajamas
Tryna run from a home that brought so many tears
Bad luck like we musta broke a thousand mirrors

RATED I GIVE 5 STARS TO THIS SONG
ALSO THE SONG JACKERS IN MY HOOD
I WISH I COULD LISTEN SPM’S SONGS IN THE RADIO
THAT BE GREAT BUT THE RADIO HATE

Mechanical (Green Man!) asked:


Ghostface:
Supreme Clientele
Bulletproof Wallets
The Pretty Toney Album
Fishscale
More Fish
The Big Doe Rehab

GZA:
Beneath the Surface
Legend of the Liquid Sword
Grandmasters

Inspectah Deck:
Uncontrolled Substance
The Movement
The Resident Patient

Masta Killa:
No Said Date
Made in Brooklyn

Method Man:
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Tical 0: The Prequel
4:21…The Day After

ODB:
N**** Please
(I don’t include these two as album, but if you want, include them)
The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones
Osirus

Raekwon:
Immobilarity
The Lex Diamond Story

RZA:
Bobby Digital in Stereo
Digital Bullet
Birth of a Prince
Digi Snacks

U-God:
Golden Arms Redemption
Mr. Xcitement
@ Edgar: Don’t ever refer to them as “the Tang” again…

Germaine asked:


I finished my homework early the other night, and just decided to write this for fun. But then i read over it and i kinda liked it. Just so you know i’ve never rapped before or anything so don’t except rakim-like lyrics it was just for fun. btw it’s not finished i kinda hit a writers block, and i can take your critisism be honest.

It’s about all those underrated mc’s out there (not me) who have talent and work hard, but never made it.

there’s a man out there,
who knows his life ain’t fair,
cuz he’s an mc and has yet to be seen,
yet to drop an album, yet to impress his son
or cop a spot on the hot,
list of rappers who got what’s gotta be got,
he walks in his street,
lookin over his shoulder,
scared to get beat,
by the thugs he owes presidents,
for the drugs he does in his residence,
he’s seen desperate times,
stared into the barrels of nines,
God’s given him no signs,
all he’s got are his rhymes,
he spits fire in his lines,
humiliates those who cross him,
till they beg for him to just go and win,
he hears bout rappers in their diamond penthouses,
walkin arm in arm with twenty-eight spouses,
they think they better than him,
just cuz they got more chedder than him,
but when they’re lazy n’ chillin,
he’s skillin,
mc’s he’s killin, cuz he’s lyrics are illin,
he’s a real killa,
blood spilla, drug sella,
got guns in the cella,
everything he tell ya,
is legit,
the cash he get,
comes from his own sweat,
everything he got he earned,
knows how to go out in victory,
but can also get burned,
retains his dignity,
he lives his raps,
the stories he spins bout bustin caps,
bout shooting dice and totin gats,
are all from experience,
so it don’t make sense,
that he’s still in dump,
workin a gas pump,
but this pain ain’t mine,
i know my life’s fine so why write this line,
cuz i know out there this man is real, tonight his son won’t get to dine
because his life ain’t fine,
at least not like mine,
every night he bows his head in prayer,
he wishes his son could be mayor,
or that his life was more fair,

bisexual_beauty asked:


my daughter has misplaced my grill, and the man i got it from is out of the country for a few months… the one i had was a bottom grill custom made, platinum and pink diamond, and i paid around 24,000 for it… so, tell me if anyone knows where i can get another at, who makes the best lookin grills? not real worried bout the cost!

thanks in advance