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Zion I & The Grouch - Trigger

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1 Zion I & The Grouch - Trigger
71 lectures
2 Chains - The Rugged Man
22 lectures
3 You Can't Hide, You Can't Run - Dilated Peoples
28 lectures
4 Ego - Sounds
19 lectures

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MP3 : Zion I & The Grouch - Trigger

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  • Titre : Zion I & The Grouch - Trigger
  • Année : 2009

Paroles :

When they kick in your front door (and you're the criminal)
Are you gonna run (make your mind up)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (yup yup)
When they kick in your front door (and you're surrounded)
Are you gonna run (you can't surrrender)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (fuck yeah)

Di di di da, di di di dang dang
You listen to the sound of how the trigger go bang
You listen to the sound of how the prison bars clang
It's one against the other when you're dealing with cocaine
You sitting at your house conversating with your spouse
Getting high on Coca clouds, suddenly the lights go out
A fitty from your stomach starts to crawl into your mouth
But I doubt you let it out put up your hands and speak your clout
The strap is automatic guarantee to end the bout
Now you reaching for the iron tell your lady not to pout
Instead she started cryin as the tension steady mount
Envisioning the prison livin years you shouldn't count
Now you boucin into action, just to feel the satisfaction
As the hinges start collapsing federali's rush the house
You just like Dr. Faust all them dealings with the Devil
Those Coca Leaves can't save you 'cause the beef it never settles

When they kick in your front door (and you're the criminal)
Are you gonna run (make your mind up)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (yup yup)
When they kick in your front door (and you're surrounded)
Are you gonna run (you can't surrrender)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (fuck yeah)

Di di di da, Di di di da da
You born American believe in liberty ha
You second generation drive a luxury car
You thinking your immune because you got a good job
You make a lot of money and fo real got new clothes
Outside it's j rummy but inside we got ho's
When driving by a roadblock you slow it to a stop
Bout 25 cops surround your candy drop
You ask what's the problem while you roll the window down
But nobody replies and you hear the siren sound
It's something like an episode when your paranoid
Fate you really can't avoid now you really get annoyed
They say you match descriptions of a known terrorist
They handcuffing your wrist please believe you getting dissed
America the beautiful how could it come to this
While your balling up your fist they tell you please don't resist

When they kick in your front door (that's a setup)
Are you gonna run (there's no justice)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (yup yup)
When they kick in your front door (and you're surrounded)
Are you gonna run (you can't surrrender)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (hell yeah)

Homeland security, political impurity
Governmental crackdown quick to put the smackdown
Hide away the gat now before they come rush us
The 21st century got too many pressures
Anxious and scared and their plans to depress us
Nowhere to confess because they watch us with sensors
Life is the sentence when you fail to obey
Better take a holiday, run away like OJ

When they kick in your front door (that's a setup)
Are you gonna run (there fucking no justice)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (yup yup)
When they kick in your front door (and you're surrounded)
Are you gonna run (you can't surrrender)
Will you stand in your fear or Deliver with your gun (hell yeah)
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# Posté le mardi 02 juin 2009 10:54

Modifié le mardi 02 juin 2009 11:18

MP3 : Chains - The Rugged Man

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  • Titre : Chains - The Rugged Man
  • Année : 2009

Paroles :

Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh)
(Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo)

[Chorus: reggae sample]
Keep on knowin' what you know
Keep on knowin' what you know
End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains

[Masta Killa]
Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper
Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables
Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper
You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend
And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin
My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had lean
Microphone fiend, step into the rhythm
This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention
I just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them

[Chorus]

[R.A. the Rugged Man]
I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown
It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal
Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky with it
It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it

[Chorus]

[Killah Priest]
My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that's torment
Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it
Our young black males, they lick pon gate
Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray"
It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments
Flow process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers
Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's
We supply it to addict's, the devil work
He practice, he's like a search backwards
Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it
I live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar to
Osama's
An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare
'cause his mind ain't there, victim of the war
Polar signs, the times is near
He drop the jewels, til you buy him a beer
He said he was a linebacker for the Bears
Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his tear
Yeah, it's that real shit, that made me
That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
I live long til they bury me...
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# Posté le mardi 02 juin 2009 11:16

Modifié le mardi 02 juin 2009 11:26

MP3 : You Can't Hide, You Can't Run - Dilated Peoples

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  • Titre : You Can't Hide, You Can't Run - Dilated Peoples
  • Année : 2009

Paroles :

[scratched samples]
"You can't hide, you can't run"
"Remember to, always be true, no matter what you do"
"Run it, I never fronted, I got my whole crew life on it"
"Think sharp" "Man listen"
"You can't hide, you can't run"
"Remember to, always be true, no matter what you do"
"Run it, I never fronted, I got my whole crew life on it"

[Chorus]
Any day your last day might come (so)
You can't hide, you can't run
Late night or in the shadows when the daylight comes remember
"You can't hide, you can't run" "Man listen"
Any day your last day might come (so)
You can't hide, you can't run
From the truth, we know each and every day fights come, remember
"You can't hide, you can't run"

[Rakaa Iriscience]
It's like it's "Final Destination," you tryin your best to make it
They say be patient but you know you're cheatin Death, it's chasin
Heart beatin, pulse racin, but I keep the pace and
train to be the best and beat the best by the Gracie
Grappler spectacular rapper sport of altercation
In self-defense we hem 'em up, a tailored alteration
We're firestarters, leavin stages up in flames
Then again we're firefighters, sprayin at whatever's blazin
Crazy ways to express and pass information
Daily makin the best of bad situations
We fight to win in whatever type of test we're facin
Hip-Hop came while they were underestimatin
Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that's what I was raised in
But then the crack and gangs flourished under Ronald Reagan
Life insurance for kids, undertakers waitin
Earth is purgatory, here between the pearly gates and Satan

[Chorus]

[Evidence]
Yeah ("man listen") I stay relevant
Only person I stand in the shadow of is Evidence
Last page, I left off a good look
This ain't the next chapter, it's a whole new book
About to steal the game, I'm a whole new crook
Bakin up that fire, I'm a whole new cook
Get your whole shit took, Cali's back under the sun
So - you can't hide, and you can't run
From the truth, some ain't convinced so they decide to try me
Like I give a fuck, we live from India Arie
They got spies in cameras and trailers
We see 'em settin up though we on counter-surveillance
On to me, I'm on to you, it's no mystery
Better think fast though, the future just your history
It's where the plot thickens, regardless of wealth
Cause the worst person to run from's yourself

[Chorus]

# Posté le mardi 02 juin 2009 11:21

MP3 : Ego - Sounds

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  • Titre : Ego - Sounds
  • Année : 2009

Paroles :

Well, I've been dying to say this to you
And I don't know what else to do
I've seen your fucking attitude
Well I've been doing someone that you know
It's not a secret to me anymore
'Cause I've seen you blowing around my fame

With empty words our worlds collide
It was my ego telling me why
I never thought I'd say this to you
I lied above you, regrets are useless
Was it my ego saying why

I've been dying to say this to you
And I don't know what else to do
I've seen your fucking attitude
Yeah
Well I've been doing someone that you know
It's not a secret to me anymore
'Cause I've seen you glowing around my fame

With empty words our worlds collide
It was my ego telling me why (You wanted someone who cared!)
With empty words our worlds collide (You needed someone to care!)
It was my ego telling me why
I never thought I'd say this to you
I lied above you, regrets are useless
Was it my ego saying why

With empty words our worlds collide
It was my ego telling me why (You wanted someone who cared!)
With empty words our worlds collide (You needed someone to care!)
It was my ego telling me why
I never thought I'd say this to you
I lied above you, regrets are useless
Was it my ego tellin' me
Was it my ego tellin' me why

# Posté le mardi 02 juin 2009 11:23

Matos!

Matos!
(Vieux) GT DHi monté a la carte!

Marzo 888 Prépa
Amorto FOX Vanilla
Freins Hope M4 + Durites Avia
Transmi Truvat'+Shima
Roues Mavic 721+Hadley 12*150
Pneux (tout depends de la meteo et du revetement doh!)
Poste de pilotage Truvat'

Caracteristiques:

200 mm de dbt AV
235 mm de dbt AR
200mm disc AV
180mm dic AR
Taille L
19 Kg


--------------->> UN CHAR D'ASSAUT !!!!!!!!!!! yahaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAA

# Posté le lundi 22 juin 2009 05:04

Forbike

Forbike
une marque, un passion, tout une histoire, tout commence par une pin-up et un fraise....
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# Posté le lundi 22 juin 2009 05:15

bibi!

bibi!
tout simplement moi!

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# Posté le lundi 22 juin 2009 05:16