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You are arguing that Pac is the GOAT right? Prove it. Give me a Pac album/song I'll give you a better or the same Nas/ Cube Album/song.
Fx blesses himself before a patw combo, Tiernan blesses himself before a neck to sole transition.... but hey thats next generation
I was going to be there...but now I'm not going to be there
I'm watching the news... Tupac Shakur was assassinated, Biggie Smalls assassinated. Struck down by assassin's bullets... no they wasn't. Martin Luther King was assassinated, Malcolm X was assassinated, John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Them two niggas got shot! Shit, I love Tupac, I love Biggie, but school will be open on they birthday.
QuoteI'm watching the news... Tupac Shakur was assassinated, Biggie Smalls assassinated. Struck down by assassin's bullets... no they wasn't. Martin Luther King was assassinated, Malcolm X was assassinated, John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Them two niggas got shot! Shit, I love Tupac, I love Biggie, but school will be open on they birthday.-- Chris Rock
Quote from: melbourne on Jan 08, 2008, 01:41: AMYou are arguing that Pac is the GOAT right? Prove it. Give me a Pac album/song I'll give you a better or the same Nas/ Cube Album/song.keep ya head up IIHow do you want itchangesdear mama
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm chargedThen writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the marginTo hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movementUnderstandable smooth shit that murderers move witThe thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightThe fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipeThe mind activation, react like I'm facin time like'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracinWipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streetsSuede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, completeWhether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero JeepI can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleepI keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deepI'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
QuoteI sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm chargedThen writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the marginTo hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movementUnderstandable smooth shit that murderers move witThe thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightThe fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipeThe mind activation, react like I'm facin time like'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracinWipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streetsSuede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, completeWhether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero JeepI can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleepI keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deepI'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)I'm out for dead presidents to represent me