kbfprince

Not that episode. ← I remember when the loud music was blasting, Geoffrey was saying "not unless he's down with OPP... you know me!" or something. Or was it another episode?

You have to have Itunes, which you can download at apple.com. It also comes with your Ipod.

When I first opened the Itunes Music Store this morning, guess what popped up at Exclusives... PARTY STARTER. :2thumbs: :chuks:

Happy Birthday! :2thumbs: :jazzy:

OPP - Naughty By Nature

...but instead they got The Massacre because they liked 50's chest...

That's the problem. The Heat gave Shaq too much money for a guy who will be on 38 y/o legs when his 20+ mil contract a year ends. They should be focusing on Wade their guy of the future and get some more good role players around him. Maybe Shaq could have taken a pay cut if he wanted to win a ship with Wade so much in Miami, a la Payton and Malone in LA two years ago. I don't know if he would have. Wade & Shaq might be the next Kobe & Shaq.

broke the rules

Nice.. I'll try

Hey guys, this is something I wrote a couple days ago when I was up north visiting some of my relatives. Feedback appreciated. :pony: Life’s Lullaby - KBF There are times I sit blank with a song in the bank How can I top the last without leavin my rep to tank? New slate of ideas holdin my head high Determined to make up even if I’m a hair shy Cause the rap game’s like a troll, comin at me some more Times I can’t control, yet its qualities I adore I swing with newer things, have to conquer it somehow My mind can’t remember a thing each time I black out I feel like the ring king on the verge of defeat Glorious all these years on the verge of being beat Hatin the way the rap game routinely prevails Gettin the best of me, always confusing me to hell Once they wanted kid friendly, fun to pop into rap Now its all on tv, the gangster rap attack Who knew the troll has its way of confusin its prey Took all my dreams away, I began to walk astray Debating about returning but I couldn’t seem to think for a moment Nerves that got the best of me wouldn’t Let go, but now I’m beginning to rock slow How does a sun that can rise so high remain so low? sat and thought about it watching clouds fly by Used to be my imagination, now its high up in the sky I could be patiently waiting for an opportunity to shine Or I could lead a charge and dominate what’s rightfully mine Chorus I am battling til the end With no such thing as a friend I’m giving it my everything, no one’s gotta hand to lend I’ve been waiting from the day I was sent Into this world as a replacement For fallen MC’s that were taken Outta this world by God’s calling And I am battlin til the end Hip hop’s coming up with newer themes Up to me to try and fit in with its new gene Still stay true to myself, not a gangster by any mean Middle class, rappin my a-- off, I still stay lean This is the meaning of hip hop and what y’all deeemed as Rap flooded with crap actually flows like a stream The high school phenom, moms love me more than Mr. Clean Still a part of the teens, head rushing full of steam Head start but not pop like the Ateens Abba rip offs when I’m the only one with my genes Pick up the fans when rappers deteriorating Have a hand in the rap stand its appearing it seems That whenever the game changes critics insinuating Next one worse than the last, at least thats the billing I can pop ur jaw leave you with a gold filling PE said Brothers gonna work it out, well asians too are willing My pen’s like a breath, my pads like the sky Endless amount of questions create my life’s lullaby The crowd so high, cant wait to hear how I survived Harsh criticisms, lies yet still have the head to strive Strive for the best, ya nothing if you don’t try Talent gets you nothing besides the occasional high Its not the sh-t you buy, born with it, otherwise You’ll have a hard time deciphering my words so take the poet’s advice And you will see I was born with the ge- nius gifts, talented, which you never could be Chorus My pen’s like a breath, my pad’s like the sky Endless amount of questions create my life’s lullaby (4x)

knows that

Where do you live? Check the TV guide or something.

knows how to spell. :smart:

Shaq's always been overpaid. Sucks for Miami. Lakers are likely to land Hawk's point guard Tyronne Lue, who will either start or play back up until we can get anyone better :uhh: Derek Anderson is also a possibility if he gets waived by Portland.

Haha ,yeah thanks guys. I'm at my uncle's house and I'm about 2 go to church. I'll probably record it again tuesday or so cause I've been listening to the song on ipod and there are things i wanna change. So yeah, ill get it up soon. Later

knows the truth about Schnazz :pony: :lolsign:

should tell us who's dunking over another guy in his avatar

Great "concept". I'd be interesting to hear this track recorded. :2thumbs:

John Mayer - No Such Thing

Yeah, thats really nice!

Thanks, FuQ. Never mind about audio, soundclick's down.

Thanks guys. I made this into audio, and it sound pretty good. Best flow I've had in a long time. LOL.

Q-Tip - Vibrant Thing

Noooooo. :mad: :uhh:

Hey guys, wrote this today, just wanting some feedback on it. Thanks. Lyrical Trip -KBF Chorus: It’s me, KB back on this lyrical trip Without bombs, guns or any other miracle whips Hatin what I see coming outta influential lips Lines so wack it would make a 10 story building flip So when these wack rappers ask my opinion Blowing them off is a routine decision I feel wack rhymers ain’t worth my time Better sit and write my rhymes. deaf ear, eyes blind Beefs started, rappers aren’t motivated to win Spit a couple lines just waiting for it to end When they’re on the front page suddenly it’s halted Sell a couple K’s and then they bolted Publicity stunt! What happened to the days MC’s battling each other, dope verses without pay Any money was welcome, green was appreciated Now young bucks spend tons with wallets inflated Egos inflated, but not giving any props To the old skool cops who were still at the top Til fads raided the top with their gun pops Destroying young minds and destroying young crop Haters were polluting mainstream with dirty shots And then there began the downfall of hip hop Ask yourself, does your rhyme make you think? Does your rhyme keep you wondering or does it just sink? K-B-F coming at you on this lyrical trip Ripping rhymes, changing time in this miracle shift Chorus (2x) Freedom of speech, either true or false Deceiving millions, leaving a loop-hole in the laws We can rap, write smack, everything gets attacked Record labels, hot tracks, but still no one’s got our backs Some don’t recognize that this business is tough First night of emceing leaves you thinking that’s enough Everywhere you go rappers try and climb their way up Probability shows most of ‘em are outta their luck Picture this if you will, with everything you’ve dealt with, a meeting with the head of a label in your belt Waiting, wishing for that producer’s call home Sitting next to the phone, hours later you’re still home alone Finally give up, feel the sting of the slap You weren’t good enough to deserve a damn call back If anything, that would just make you stronger Feeling vibes, hypnotized to stay in the game longer F*** those producers, I can just make mine With a pen, pad and mic that’s probably worth a couple dimes Writing more story lines ignoring the time There’s no time to relax just to get by And then you realized you’ve given up everything you had For a lousy 5 bucks a CD, 5 bucks an ad By that time you know there’s no turning back Gave your all to the game, but it didn’t give you jack Your fate is the same as those enslaved blacks Out in the cold waiting before your skull finally cracked See, think hard before you follow the rap track Make no mistake one little slip will get you laughed at Chorus