This reminds me of what Pops said in the movie Friday:

"Oh, no, son. That's not the way it is. You kids have been nothin' but punks. Sissified. So quick to pick up a gun. Too scared to take an ass-whipping. [Raises his fists] This is what makes you a man. When I was growing up, this was all the protection we needed. You win some, you lose some. But you live, you live to fight another day! Now you think you're a man with a gun in your hands, don't you?"

Word. Guns are for pussies.

(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Yeah, I've been searchin'
A-a searchin'
Oh, yeah, searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, searchin'
I'm searchin'
Searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounties
You know I'll bring her in someday

(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Well, now, if I have to swim a river
You know I will
And a if I have to climb a mountain
You know I will
And a if she's a hiding up
On a blueberry hill
Am I gonna find her, child
You know I will
'Cause I've been searchin'
Oh, yeah, searchin'
My goodness, searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounties
You know I'll bring her in some day
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

Well, Sherlock Holmes
Sam Spade got nothin', child, on me
Sergeant Friday, Charlie Chan
And Boston Blackie
No matter where she's a hiding
She's gonna hear me a comin'
Gonna walk right down that street
Like Bulldog Drummond
'Cause I've been searchin'
Oooh, Lord, searchin', mm child
Searchin' every which a-way
Yeah, yeah
But I'm like the Northwest Mounties
You know I'll bring her in some day
(Gonna find her)
(Gonna find her)

The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there
Yeah yeah yeah... uhh
I send this one out, to my right hand man
or mens, or womens, the whole crew
The real fam

We can count the dough or kick a flow
or chill out watchin videos
or actin really silly yo but really doe
all that can end...
Whether at the bar with superstars
or cruisin in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend
Verse One: KRS-One
If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us
We respond to those who show respect with respect
We respond we connect on the same deck
same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly
If you can't understand, we boys we boys
We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys
It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine
my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme
Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl
my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan?
I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men
or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in
Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit
in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble
Still I got my own space like Hubble

Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us
Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us
and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back
I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that
But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced
A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced
And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us
When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust
When we used to ride the bus we had trust
Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us
Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get
what they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click
I roll thick, but only some are friends really
down to the end, my right hand men and women
Mutual support, from the beginning
Been in, exactly what I've been in

Back to back we attack corporate America
Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area
You my man I ain't gotta drag you along
You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on
I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin car system
thumpin, between the crew we always got sump'un
But if we had nuttin no frontin whatever
We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together
Word, fake people ain't worth a turd
They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard
I send this record to the well respected
Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected
Yeah, so check it, so check it

You libertarian meanies are being a bit too rough on burdturgler.

I'm used to your silly accusations of being a violent oppressor motivated by feelings no different than the ones that fuel racism, jihad, and puppy chipping (ask Dick Cheney about that one). I think you're a bunch of morons if you think saying that to people is going to convince anyone to see things your way, but you can't help yourself, like Mr. Lowes here.

For what it's worth, I agree that the guy holding the camera is a douche, and that prostitution shouldn't be a crime.

Thing is, camera guy has a point -- no one really wants their neighborhood to be frequented by streetwalkers, and they definitely don't think it should be done in such an obvious manner in their neighborhood.

As imstellar put it, this is "good" intolerance. The cops obviously aren't doing the job (damn government can't do nothin' right!), and using violence is bad (unless my property is threatened, then shoot to kill is a-okay), so I take my right to free expression, and film the guy, then call the police, and twist their arm until they arrest him.

Sure, opening the door on them wouldn't have been cool if it'd been his personal truck, but what if the guy's boss gave permission to open the company truck when they spoke?

If we assume he just forgot to mention that fact, then suddenly this is just a totally kosher thing that a freedom-loving individual did in order to practice good intolerance and defend us, despite the government's incompetent (and violent!!!) involvement.

Boy, that was hard to type with all the eye rolling talking like that induces in me.

Now, which of you would join me in making it illegal to practice prostitution without regular testing for disease? Neither of you?

Well then, I hope you all catch porcine chlamydia from your legal hookers.

I guess everybody needs somebody to love you can't
leave love lonely cause being naive to it you can just
lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it
heal back it be'z the sex appeal that's from the next
and not necessarily the sex and one might appeal to
the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin'
stimulation breakin down their shields for the real and
as it stands mysteriously curiosity it kills the cat and
offsets them mentally so they're trapped in behind
these fantasies with no action searchin for a remedy
now she loves her man but there is just a different type
of chemistry that flairs when her desires on fire quick
is the fuse anotha loves for hire

I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown
decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down up on
the northside of town Of course I bought a quarter pound
of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp on a Friday
night Lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city
lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House
of Blues then I slid in free wit tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans
and no ID. Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the
fizace of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So
I waste no time to kick my little I say "How ya doin'" she say
"I'm doin' fine" so I commence to mackin to baby to see
what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and
start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber
and jibben Fibbin and adibin just to get her to my crib then
We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley thought I was
about to spread the thighs but she surprised me when she
said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my
homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when...

Now Daddy's home but she's been waitin all night so we
could be all alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out
by the phone tryin to build something real Working tips to
the bone so much loves gone astray that it won't be comin
home no time soon So I dance with the silhouette beneath
the moon and she said if satisfactions guaranteed nothin
else could come between the flight of a new love babe Yeah
maybe we could be cool instead of sharin' this here ship
with the fools... you know ? (that) ... Right now... right now...
right now... right now... baby... Right now... right now...
right now... baby... and she said
I'll give you the world if you want
it I'll give you the world if you need it baby

Aw, shucks. It was nothin'.

In reply to this comment by eric3579:
deedub, thanks for the promote.

In reply to this comment by deedub81:
Oldie but a goodie.

*promote

boogie jive and rap is life where i'm from
where i'm from i might play with izzy where i'm from
where i'm from it be like run you coat black
jupiter keeps the fat beats by the pack where i'm from
nappy hair is life we be reading marx where i'm from
the kids be rockin clocks where i'm from
you turn around your cap you talk over a beat
and dig some sounds boomin out a jeep
where i'm from cocoons hide the youth swoon units 100 proof
you want some beef they will cut you some where i'm form
the beats is infinite where i'm from
voodoo, ? gangster lean where i'm from
i'm interplaetary my insect movements vary
it's kinky if it's hair g where i'm from
the firehoses blow it's purple wind and snow
i do a hit and go
it's hip what's hip when hip is just the norm
cause planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's forms
the kinks the dance the prints in all the shirts
my grandmother tolld mama that it's africa at work
on vibes we free the universal beat
you find it at the spot you here the ends of every week
we twist exist to spin the maddest hits
up here funk is our neighbor so we paid it a visit
?
for rock we can't do nothin for this we come equipped
off disc off tape rap blastin til from 8
the really truly fat the fly on the flip
coco gotta know how planets gotta roll
speak the mega cool get funky is our goal
it's calm relax we only some new jacks
that ask for the funk but don't play the role
where you from
....
projects tenements pyramids
where i'm from we livin off the boom boom crack
it's that hiphop rockers jazz where i'm ats
peace be the greeting of the insect tribe
pestilent forces can't catch the vibe
we live to love and we love to rock mics
we speak in ghetto tongue cause ghetto's the life
food for though so get a buffet plate
the lyrics are so fat you might gain weight
so just watch me stop alone into the sunset left foot
right foot 1-2
mic check
brewin funk inside my soul kitchen
so pull up a chair here's a bit have a listen
?
damn i know you're fluent
ye cause doodle ain't havin it and butterfly knew it
where you from

Aiyyo my songs on, I gotta get my grub on some to-to
(I love to-to) order three buckets of mo-mo
We gettin more dough, off the books (you gettin gelly)
Pullin more hoes off the looks (you gettin gelly)
You wan hate me? cause your wifey, wants a autograph?
From the look in her eyes, I can see she wants more than that
When I see fat asses I make fat passes like quarterback
Beatnuts is alla that, your shit, all the wack
Open can-dela, if you foolin wit mah cheddah
Hardrock, ever since, junior high suela
Fly fella, takin my beats, to make your crowd get up
Im fed up, niggaz wanna bring it -- whatever!
Ima storm your pa-rade (pa-rade) blow your legs off
With a gre-nade, now you flappin, like a mermaid
Yappin off, bitch you cough at the lips
While Im at the bar, baggin, the bartender tips
Then I bag this chick, with a, hi, and the eye
She did the butterfly, rubbin her ass, against my buttonfly
I could already imagine my shit stuck inside
Everytime I strike, haters be like, dat fucking guy!

Hows that yo? its hard for you to swallow
It dont take much for us to let the metal holla
Leads bustin out of a old black impala
Thug nigga only fuck wit, muchacha malla
Big ju, dime lo conllo, how we do? , how we do? (how we do)
(how the girl dont only love me, they love you!)
Whatchu gonna do? (what, what, what? )
Nigga whatchu gonna do? (what, yo)

Heres to my pollyin niggaz who campaign
To the killers who be lovin the chicas and champagne
Thugs who get wild in the club and snatch chains
Players who be pimpin the hoes with no brains
Front watch a nigga get shot from close range
The most range, crazy motherfucker wont change
Beatnuts, forever diehard, you want pain?
Cause you walkin outta here breathin is insane
Flip a beat fast, you leave the club with a heat rash
You got a weak stash, came in the club with a free pass
I aint even know they made a roley for your cheap ass
Makin me laugh, you was in jail wearin kneepads
Now the beef has, gotten over your head
Its over you dead, ranger rover, both of your legs
Til both of us said, platinum gettin took this year
Cause for real, there aint nothin but crooks in here, nigga

A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with your head wide open
Hopin, to spot, a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
of the OK Corral, Cowboy style
From the Quarters on down to Colorado's
Big niggaz from uptown, ridin into Tahoe's
Saloon settin, kids is walkin round
drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglasses
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes
And on the side there's the price game
Niggaz is playin the price game
Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head
With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor
They side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddar
That tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drums
Cause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, UHH
Walk in the New York terrority
On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me
It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler
Wanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finer
Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get me
Marshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet me
I gather alla y'all, all of my trusted men
All of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggers
There's distrubin news on the wire
That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire
I ain't goin down over no money exchange
You late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range?
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind...
Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swing
Bar's gettin money people doin they thing
There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota
As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up
And add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblers
Half-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild Cowboys
You never bring decoys if you wanna make real nouse
The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire
I never hit a man in the back, a coward acts like that
Lay out my black hat cause I feel like the bad man
Who on the rise, the D's to Manhattan
Let's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule races
Oh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin this
Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it
Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor
His dick to act up, was death the benefactor
Leave him twitchin in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the Menace
I'm in this to win this on the great wide trail
I'm ten times as bad as John Wayne, could ever be
Plus I'm down with the Indian, and need high to get the shit again
I'm responsible for that body in the alley
I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spurs
and hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girls
Let's get right as the story unfurls
Piano man keep playin, keep them keys bangin
Single man get three graves there's gonna be a hangin
Now this right here ain't for the youth to see
A grown man assed out swingin from a tree
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind
Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects
Had all the work locked down, so he thought
But he drank and got loose lipped, let a lot of news slip
Stripped of his game and got his self murdered
Thoughts of him are passin like the buffalo
Got his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new Acura
Niggaz said it was lightning BLAOW blew out the back mirror
Hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Dig, check it out
They say that Cowboys never die they just ride off into the sun
A little tale from Sadat X of how the WORLD was won
Check it out, remember this
Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents
Is found tied with no explanation of how they died
Yo the great Sadat X, the High Plains Drifter
No question
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack a vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind

Niggas got me steamin, bout to flip my lid
Fuck around, and I proceed to blow your back out, kid
(Boom!) Not to say I'm on a violent tip
But my hand stays on my gun, in case you start some shit
Cause I been rhymin since way back when
Straight up and from the heart is how it's always been
Now punk niggas wanna test me
But all that tiggedy-tiggedy tongue-twistin shit don't impress me
It's just a phase, and you know damn well
That you'll fall off in a minute, cause that shit don't sell
Funny how you think you could surpass me, or outlast me
With that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don't play, son
See, the days of payin dues is over
I'm a little fed up, and it's time that I show ya
We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) --> Q-Tip

The wiggedy-wicked Psycho Les drops it like a lunatic
Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin to this nutty sound
Open up the knapsack, check out what we found
H-h-horns, bass, lines
Beats get chopped in the Nut Shop, we don't waste time
Yo, I'm 'cold lampin' like Flavor
Floatin at the top while you're sick, and 'nothin can save ya'
Just like the Biz said
Remember - uugh! - styles I drop to be, what is it?
(The shizzit) Word to your mama
I bend your girl like a comma
Due to Lambada, I think I gotta
Stop, because the bitch said, "(???)"
So I nutted, and I got out
(Boom!) No matter how hot you claim to be, you can't roast this
Nut, what's up? You wanna get eaten up like a hostess?
'Cup', 'cake', you know my words are lethal
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

Every line I connect, my literature's perfect
Per minute, per second, and yo, you gotta reck-
On with Fashion, cause by the way I'm rippin things
Whoever thinks I take a loss has hamstrings
Young dames, I shoot em and Jimmy aims to knock her
Sex with this flex, best thing tends to lock up
Yeah, really bad ass, smokin past you niggas
The chicks I stick shit with, I love your figures
Triggers, I pull em with no remorse for bodies
Fash pumps the hotties, chumps pump with shoties
Shoot em up, bang-bang! Miss targets rarely
Mics I touch up, I fucks em daily
Barely another who can test the cool Fash
Asses I kick in the ashes, dumpin trashes
So don't riff, cause I flow swift like the Nile, son
Tame is for plain Jane fame, I'm a wild one
Auto-matic-ly I let loose the
Fierce MC-i-n-g force in me
Cool Fash, sendin a blast to rap people
(Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal)

woodrow wilson in 1913 signed into law,the "federal reserve act".
on his deathbed he lamented that he may just have committed his fellow citizens to a life of slavery,and plunged the country he loved into eventual extinction.
thanks woody! thanks for nothin......

He cuts out some stuff from the other performance in this one

yea

so

Step on my trip
step on my trippin'

step on my trip just
just step on my trippin

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

just step on my trip
on my trip
on my trip

yo just

step on my trip just
set in my trippin'

step on my trip just
step in my trippin'

step in my trip just
step on my trip man

just on my trip... on my trip ya'll


confused,
abused,
overused in my walking shoes.

i never turn back,
cause i know the score.

i never reuse what i do
performin' this.

too late .
my fate.
i regurgitate
all the words that i say.

listen up,
don't miss the forward (foreword?),
just pick it up now
off the floor and

guess who?
yea you...

you're the ones that im talking to.

you're never gonna guess
whats coming next.

let your mind inside
when i manifest,

but

inside
this rhyme,
you will find
my mind

just step in my crazy livin'

just step in my trip just,

step on my trip
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
yea step my trip man

step in my trip just
step in my trip man

yea step on my on my trip ya'll

cause i got
no pecs
to flex
all day long
i dream about sex
but im impotent
and im semi (hard)
so i cant remember when i got it up last

i stink
i need a drink
roll another spliff to help me think

i live on the road just like a gypsy
cause stayin in one place
is (swell and ?)jiffy but

sunshine
moonshine
change the way
that ima read your mind
livin inside this solar flux
we're all trapped in a
perpetual paradox
but

you're here
im near

the way that i flow is oh so clear

just step in my crazy livin

just step on my trip just

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
step on my trippin

step on my trip just
yea step on my trip man

step in my trip



oh so
it was in my mind that i see
flow outta me easily
so easily that my mind is free
to blaze every (mile) of my fantasy

cause when i get on this mic
im flowin so awfully tight
so awfully tight
that my rhymes are like
the claw of a tiger thats ready to strike


now when i get on the street
create a brand new beat
feel free to come up and meet me
dont be shy you can never distract me
when negative vibes attack me
get into my mind and hack me
i act like nothin's happenin
theres no way to stop me

stop me...


*** (parenthsis contain not so sure translation... )

Only took a few months. That other video really helped understand some of the words better.. but its still not 100%. More like 95%.


yea

so

Step on my trip
step on my trippin'

step on my trip just
just step on my trippin

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

just step on my trip
on my trip
on my trip

yo just

step on my trip just
set in my trippin'

step on my trip just
step in my trippin'

step in my trip just
step on my trip man

just on my trip... on my trip ya'll

cause im so
confused,
abused,
overused in these walking shoes.

i never turn back,
cause i know the score.

i never reuse what i do
performin' this.

too late .
my fate.
i regurgitate
all the words that i say.

listen up,
don't miss the forward,
just pick it up now
off the floor and

guess who?
yea you...

you're the ones that im talking to.

you're never gonna guess
whats coming next.

let your mind inside
when i manifest,

but

inside
this rhyme,
you will find
my mind

just step in my crazy livin'

just step in my trip just,

step on my trip
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
yea step my trip man

step in my trip just
step in my trip man

yea step on my on my trip ya'll

cause i got
no pecs
to flex
all day long
i dream about sex
but im impotent
and im semi (hard)
so i cant remember when i got it up last

i stink
i need a drink
roll another spliff to help me think

i live on the road just like a gypsy
cause stayin in one place
is jiffy but

sunshine moonshine
change the way
that ima read your mind
livin inside this solar flux
we're all trapped in a
perpetual paradox
but

you're here
im near

the way that i flow is oh so clear

just step in my crazy livin

just step on my trip just

step on my trip just
step on my trip man

step on my trip just
step on my trippin

step on my trip just
yea step on my trip man

step in my trip

(unintelligible sung phrase.. "i wasted away?")

see
my
heaven raining down
inside of me

time
will always dictate evolution
so
i
let it wash all over me
like waterfalls
and memories
eternally

see
my
heaven raining down
inside of me
time will always dictate
evolution
so
i
let it wash all over me
like waterfalls
and memories
eternally

i melted away
my existence is gone
the life that i once had means nothing at all

i am lost inside

slow down...
slow down!

i melted away

my existence is gone

i have melted away

(unintelligible... "as i?")

oh so
it was in my mind that i see
flow outta me easily
so easily that my mind is free
to blaze every (mile) of my fantasy

cause when i get on this mic
im flowin so awfully tight
so awfully tight
that my rhymes are like
the claw of a tiger thats ready to strike


now when i get on the street
create a brand new beat
feel free to come up and meet me
dont be shy you can never distract me
when negative vibes attack me
get into my mind and hack me
i act like nothin's happenin
theres no way to stop me

stop me...

oh to stop me... today

oh the music

it's in my head
it's in my head

the music

it's in my head
it's in my head

*** (parenthsis contain not so sure translation... actually it would be great to get more opinions )

ain't nothin weird about typewriters making love, ponce

In reply to this comment by enoch:
In reply to this comment by Abel_Prisc:
>> ^enoch:
that guy is like a rabid dog with a bone....i love him!(not in the gay way)


You reeeally don't have to specify whether you're gay or not. Not that it really matters, and I understand that I'm nit-picking at something, but I doubt anyone will read this comment and think, "Wow, what a faggot!". Just a minor pet-peeve of mine, I suppose.
it was for humor purposes..
which mine tends to lend itself to the dry,sardonic type.
i was not trying to quantify any non-gay status,
its irrelevant on threads,
but rather to add a humorous tint to my rant.
i gather you didnt find my rant humorous..
ah well,
not everybody gets my humor.
/goes back to the drawing-board...

Hehe, naw man, I quite enjoy your comments. You seem like a great guy, and I'm pretty sure (as stated in the post) that I was blowing it out of proportion. I live in the "deep south", where people are wayyy too over-cautious about whether their statements are gay or not. It drives me nuts when someone here feels the need to disclaim any sort of male compliment with "Not that I'm gay or nothin'!" or the even more aggressive "You calling me a faggot?!" approach. It's so mind-numbing. So understand where that little pet-peeve is rooted from.

But yeah, no big deal at all, and again, I enjoy your comments a lot!