It's February

So, I'm gonna complain about Valentine's Day.

I hate it.

I'm done.

 

What... I got bullets that'll touch your brain
It takes nothing for me to fuck your dame
Remember me from "Hatin' Don't Pay", pa, nothing's change
Pushing heavyweights, still weighing a buck and change

 

Oh such a poor out look but very much understood. I use to love February because it is my birth month now it just means I am getting closer to being old.

 

I just hate February for the cold...

 

Last Valentine's day I got pizza and porno.

 

I'm going to Paris for Valentine's Day so I'm not really complaining.

 

I'm really excited about Valentine's Day this year. Really excited.

Just spent an hour online researching what I want to do and I think I figured it out.... dinner cruise on the bay... bed and breakfast.

 

As far as rants go that was pretty mediocre. You should really let loose.

 

Have an anti-valentine's day party....

Like how my mom used to always throw anti superbowl parties.

 

Soaking wet, rock whole diamonds, no cuts in the chains
Let's get the jumped off jumped off, where the chicks at?
You see a nigga with a nice 'what', nigga get that
Young rich cat, pitch crack, you against me is a missmatch
I spit murder, and sip canteens, back like six gats, so what up homey?

 

Nice! You have the album?

Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
Niggaz listen, what I'm spitting is hard as prison
Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers
Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's just business, no disrespect intended
To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented
Big hit it, the game I'm deep in it, until my Yankee fitted
Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers
Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz'
I stand alone, cause I'm grown, for me to crush the Walkman
Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I'm New York
Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro
Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
Or rocking mills, your hospital bill
Blood from your nostril spill, it's not looking well
When I lick off shots, the hostages yell
Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic's swell

 

It go; gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer
I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks
Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops
See I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggaz do
Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
You only been involved in domestic violence
Nigga, I chase rentals with Long Islands
Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling
The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler
It's so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed
Where the party is? Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience
Dolo, with more dough to blow though
For sure though, slide one deep in a four door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload

 

Well this one needs the whole song lol :tongue:

Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for feast
It's a daily conflict between man and beast
We, strive for God, and a better tomorrow
Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow
Repent from thy sins, son, and walk these straight
Stop talking all that trash, boy, and spark these straight
Evicted by the pressures of life, at every vital point
Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
Or, flinch an inch, or pitch a pinch
Off the pie, or every try to try your winch
Confronted by the devil himself, and stay strong
You think you can take the King, now meet Kong
Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting
How many MC's, have sprung from our fountain
Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
I'm not, giving mine away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaiting
To get ahold of my biochemical equation
I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son
Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation
I'm not giving mines away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaiting
I'mma slip him son, I'mma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'mma clip him, son

Bet oc', straight to the head with the pet rock
At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box
Trained a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack
Pants militant sawed up like linen, bobbing bonus pack
Invest in the first b-boy kid show, life on skid row, with jive talking negro's
He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
Is he in the backyard, or on your front porch
Or standing in the corner of the club, with the blunt torched
You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving
And sold odds and bob kins, to old gods and goblins
Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend
Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend
Not a hobby for no body, lead less from men
Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen

Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi'
Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
Israeli issued, automatic black pistol
The cop with the flashlight, chew gum as he whistle
Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
License, registration, addressed to your lab
They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over
Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober
Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer
Get out the car, please, follow this exerciser
Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe
Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road
My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato
On cartwheels, and then spin house like whirled tornado
That used to chase the light, but, son, he will always save ya
Becoming pump blows, and make beats inside my basement
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
If you can't understand, then come closer
We civilize the uncivilized cuz we supposed to
Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
Might give your hand, black man stand as a soldier
Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
If you can't understand, then come closer...

 

fftopic:
vday, well, it's what you make of it. I remember a few years ago, this one girl and I threw a single's day party for all our girlfriends, we just had a dinner party with lots of appetizers and watched some silly movie afterwards, lots of food and sugar and hilarity.

 

Hey, it wasnt off topic, have you read all the lines? Im just ranting about Valentines Day through hip hop!
Ok I lied, I went off on a thing there. Sorry!

 

yeah i got the album, i bought when i went looking for the Chrome Children Collab Album from Jay Dilla's label.
If you havent got the chrome children CD i suggest you get it, and if you want The second collab album is downloadable for free at the Adult Swim website or the Stonesthrow records website its got alotta great stuff like the think differently album

I'm Vast Aire... I'm like Ali, better yet Joe Louis
I will push my hands through you, I don't need bullets
Show me the signal, let's flow
I be outside with 30 niggaz ready to go
We shine when we rhyme, so I'm, ready to glow
I liked to helm shows, I'm ready to sow
Pass me the needle, you get the cloth
Kunta'll get the thread, and we'll all break bread
This is the true birth of a prince
When I die, this song will be a footprint
I be back with the essence in an instant
I heard about Ason, and burnt an incense
Life's ill, don't get it pretzled
I can't show you, but I'll leave a stencil
I'm talking about what matters, not figures
I'm pointing at the moon, and you looking at my finger

 

I've never cared for Valentine's Day as well, but I've always looked forward to watching The St. Valentine's Day Massacre (1967) with Jason Robarts on AMC :H


Hotwater

 

I was gonna register my agreement, but I was distracted by lyrics, and then I realized that saying I hate something forces me to acknowledge its existence. "It" is just a pseudo-holiday created by greeting card companies, choclateiers, and calender makers. Yup I said it :H

 

Meh I don't care. Although it was funny when one couple got in trouble a couple of years ago at school because a teacher's kid saw a girl going down on her guy in the parking lot.

 

eh, it's a nice excuse to spend the day/evening with your honey. But it's also a nice day to celebrate friendship-love if y'all are single. Or self-love and spend the day masturbating :tongue: