Oh, I can name plenty of underground rappers my man. The person I guessed is indeed from Long Beach.
I’m still working on it but I’ll be back with another guess.
You got it. It’s from his album Neva Left, (Love Around the World).
This is from a band.
Come touch me like I’m an ordinary man,
have a look in my eyes,
underneath my skin there is a violence,
it’s got a gun in it’s hand,
ready to make
ready to make, read’
ready to make sense of anyone, anything
Black holes living in the side of your face,
razor wire spinning around your
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
around your (blistering sky)
Damn, I’m surprised, didn’t seem like a Snoop verse… then again I haven’t really checked for any of his stuff since Tha Last Meal
Haven’t got a clue what yours is! @Purist
Hint: I posted something recently that featured this song.
This is probably wrong but I’m gonna guess…Alexey Omelchuk? The guy who does the music in Metro Last Light?
EDIT: Shit wait a minute, that’s wrong. About to pinpoint it…
Got it, it’s Archive! From the Cyperpunk 2077 trailer.
Break me, shit, yo
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God
I don’t know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn’t pig out
Finally got a call from a girl want to dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’
Thinking will i live another twenty fo’
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I’m askin’ y’all
Which park, are y’all playin’ basketball?
Get me on the court and I’m trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers every way like M.J.
I can’t believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn’t even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin’, didn’t even look in a niggas direction as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog’s house, they was watchin’ Yo! MTV Raps
What’s the haps on the craps
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake ‘em
Roll ‘em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break ‘em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do’ little Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I’m yellin’ domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day
Left my niggas house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin’ to fuck since the twelfth grade
It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
she didn’t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read Ice Cube’s a pimp (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day
I had to say that today was a good day.
It was a good day by Ice Cube.
Shit, I just realized I forgot to edit out the parts when he mentions his name, but ah well. Your turn.
Don’t worry, I would have recognized it either way, listened to it too many times (it’s an amazing song)
Everybody get your mothafuckin’ roll on
I know shorty and she doesn’t want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven’t let that thing loose, girl, in so long
You’ve been inside, know you like to lay low
I’ve been peepin’ what you bringin’ to the table
Workin’ hard, girl, everything paid for
First-last, phone bill, car note, cable
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin’ like you Fabo
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright
And you showin’ off, but it’s alright (alright!)
It’s a short life, yeah
Ok, so, the only hint I could think about would be too obvious, so instead I’ll just say, him and Kendrick traded subliminal shots at each other.
Not 100% sure but I’ll guess…Drake?
Yeah. They’re making me write more words help they have me at gunpoint.
Dear (beep), I wrote you but still ain’t callin’
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ‘em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin’
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?
My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I’m a call her?
I’m a name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I’m sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I’m your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan
My tea’s gone cold I’m wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can’t see at all
And even if I could it’ll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
Dear (beep), you still ain’t called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain’t mad, I just think it’s fucked up you don’t answer fans
If you didn’t wanna talk to me outside your concert
You didn’t have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That’s my little brother man, he’s only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
For four hours and you just said, “No.”
That’s pretty shitty man, you’re like his fuckin’ idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain’t that mad though, I just don’t like bein’ lied to
Remember when we met in Denver, you said if I’d write you you would write back
See I’m just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you’re saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
'Cause I don’t really got shit else so that shit helps when I’m depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It’s like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend’s jealous ‘cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don’t know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don’t know what it was like for people like us growin’ up, you gotta call me man
I’ll be the biggest fan you’ll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan, P.S. we should be together too
Stan by Eminem. Emotional song.
Yes indeed. Still one of my favs by him.
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that’s untouchable like Eliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-making-machines serving fiends
I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
Now it’s '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shining looking like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good, from Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city making pay
In the cityyyyyyyyyyyyy…
It’s Dre on ‘California Love’.
Got the school run - I’ll post something else up when I get back.
“Comin’ soon to a theatre near you it be the Wu,
Yeah find yourself in the square and see it’s true,
Actual facts to snack on and chew,
My positive energy sounds peace to you,
A wise man killed one horse and made glue,
Wicked women puttin’ period blood in stew,
Don’t that make the stew witches brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don’t got a clue,
How could he know what the fuck he never knew?
God Cypher Divine come to show and come to prove,
A mystery god that’s the work of Yakub,
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid ‘Boo’!”