Der "Lines die ihr unbedingt teilen wollt"- Thread

    • I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic
      Versatile, my style switches like a faggot
      But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual
      Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo
      These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand
      Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man


      You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
      That's like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
    • From the first time I saw you, infatuation
      Pulled to the side to provide conversation
      Wild reputation but you were so cool
      Any old fool knew that you was a jewel
      Ghetto to ghetto, your influence settled
      More hardcore than r&b but not metal
      Blacker than the kettle, you made me feel mellow
      Introduction to my life, I said "hello"
      Meet me in a minute 'cause I gotta finish school
      Some of my homies, they never finished puffin' woo's
      Stayin' up late, always studying the tapes
      The world watched you fall in love, I guess fate had a,
      Grip on my mind state, I wanna rhyme, wait
      I fell in line, getting signed at the wrong gates
      And so my heart braced at first for real
      But I would still be lovin' you 'cause deep is what I feel

      i got a bird's eye view
      Hip hop, there's so many things you can say about it, you feel me?
      Like, on the real like, hip hop is just, beautiful
      Hip hop is life
    • I had a good run playing horses in my mind
      left my heart out somewhere running
      wanting strangers to be mine
      memory's a sacred meat
      that's drying all the time
      on a hillside I remember
      I am loving losing life
      It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
    • Es tropft von der Decke und alle haben Spaß,
      doch Nepumuk hockt in der Ecke
      und stellt sich vor wie es sein könnte,
      wenn er sich nicht vorstellen müsste wie es sein könnte.
      Ich brauch nur ein bisschen Lachgas
      und das meiste wird besser.

      LerYy schrieb:

      Shrodo es ist schon lange nichts mehr witzig wir sind im Krieg.
    • Edgar Hoovar I wwish you wasn't dead
      So I could put a bullet in your motherfuckin' head
      Goddamn faggot motherfuckin' drag queen
      I know you put the hit on Martin Luther King
      And Fred Hampton, Malcom and the others
      You red neck punk motherfucker
      Bob Dole keep you motherfuckin' mouth shut
      Before a nigga beat your old ass up
      Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
      You need to be concerned about the motherfuckin' deficit
      I'm the type of nigga throw a party when the flag burn
      I'm at the point of no return
    • Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
      To add something more to this wonderful year;
      To honour we call you, as freemen not slaves,
      For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
      The verdict is not the end
      It is only the beginning
      Strong will shall keep spreading
    • Von 44 bis 361 waren wir das schönste Paae weit und breit
      Und du denkst ich schlaf alleine ein doch meine treue Begleitung ist meine Einsamkeit

      Dieser Beitrag wurde bereits 1 mal editiert, zuletzt von Stefanovic ()

      "There comes a moment when creation ceases to be tragic, it is simply taken seriously. Then the person deals with hope, but hope is not his task. His task is to turn away from excuses."
    • they say we can throw far, but they don't know how far we throw
      with our legs on the edge and our feet on the horizon
      the heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw
      they say we will go far, but they don't know how far we'll go
      It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
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