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Producers - Discussion / peace to y´all
« on: May 30, 2004, 09:21:00 PM »
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Producers - Discussion / Mad Props!
« on: May 30, 2004, 09:09:00 PM »
Talaat laham doesn´t even know what a cursor is...
How can i ask him for a sound card?
How can i ask him for a sound card?
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Producers - Discussion / Mad Props!
« on: May 30, 2004, 07:11:00 PM »
(thinking)
*why on earth don´t i have a soundcard here in this godforsaken place*
(/thinking)
*why on earth don´t i have a soundcard here in this godforsaken place*
(/thinking)
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Hip Hop Events / How JHB got GAY!!
« on: May 30, 2004, 06:05:00 PM »
and here i thought we are all part of The Love Movement
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Hip Hop Events / sensei tate
« on: May 30, 2004, 04:02:00 PM »
If you need a consultant to draft proposals, business plans, marketing plans, do the event management, book deejays, emcees, venues and put your imported guests in some type of accommodation...
i am he.
i am he.
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Hot Traxxx / Hey y´all!
« on: May 30, 2004, 02:59:00 PM »
Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin’ like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled,
By anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said:
Me & you, ty, we gonna make sum cash,
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ ah dash,
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her
Brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said keep still, boy, no need for static,
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said why’d ya hit me
? ,
The barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
I’ll do years if I pull this trigga,
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he’d hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? ,
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope,
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said I need bullets, hurry up, run!
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen nova (? ),
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’
Lead,
He told the cops back off or honey here’s dead,
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the lil’ boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream,
The cops shot the kid, ta still hear him scream,
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh,
Just another case ’bout the wrong path,
Straight ’n narrow or yo’ soul gets cast(? ).
Good night.
Once upon a time not long ago,
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin’ like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled,
By anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said:
Me & you, ty, we gonna make sum cash,
Robbin’ old folks and makin’ ah dash,
They did the job, money came with ease,
But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her
Brotha,
Tried to rob a man who was a d.t. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said keep still, boy, no need for static,
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said why’d ya hit me
? ,
The barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
I’ll do years if I pull this trigga,
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
So he decided he’d hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
He was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
Then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, guess who he saw? ,
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope,
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said I need bullets, hurry up, run!
The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen nova (? ),
Raced up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’
Lead,
He told the cops back off or honey here’s dead,
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the lil’ boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream,
The cops shot the kid, ta still hear him scream,
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh,
Just another case ’bout the wrong path,
Straight ’n narrow or yo’ soul gets cast(? ).
Good night.
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General Discussion / TOP JOB FOR FERD ISAACS?
« on: May 29, 2004, 08:53:00 PM »
Lyor Cohen...
Ira Goldstein...
The Big Jewish Conspiracy...
The HipHop Holocaust...
Damn!!!
Ira Goldstein...
The Big Jewish Conspiracy...
The HipHop Holocaust...
Damn!!!
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Producers - Discussion / who is Jarobi?
« on: May 29, 2004, 08:22:00 PM »
Do you have any deejays on your roster we could bring out to South Africa?
What would we have to do to get Asheru and Head-Roc to come and perform out here?
business@boombap.co.za
What would we have to do to get Asheru and Head-Roc to come and perform out here?
business@boombap.co.za
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Media / ZAK DAKILE ???? METRO FM ?????
« on: May 12, 2004, 12:28:00 AM »
Zak´s show is TIGHTER THAN A FLY´S a**
can i get a witness?
?
can i get a witness?
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Traders / RIP Brenda
« on: May 12, 2004, 12:25:00 AM »
Hamba Kahle sista..
my most heartfelt condolences to Bongani.
my most heartfelt condolences to Bongani.
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Media / Dirk Hartford resigns as CEO of YFM
« on: May 12, 2004, 12:22:00 AM »
damn Phiba
i thought since THE BOOMBAP is a business...
u are a smart dude...
what´s up with you Mr. Phiba Optik...
i thought since THE BOOMBAP is a business...
u are a smart dude...
what´s up with you Mr. Phiba Optik...
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General Discussion / Sibot and Goddessa interviews
« on: May 08, 2004, 01:33:00 AM »
finally the whiteboy and the coloured chicks are getting their dapz...
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Media / SEE HOW IT SOUNDS.. A LITTLE UN-RATIONAL
« on: May 08, 2004, 01:03:00 AM »
u know Lazy.. now that u mention it... Phiba Optik did mention that they will be retailing music... strictly hiphop...
so i guess this is my chance to get my beats out there... and maybe one or two mixtapes as well...
so i guess this is my chance to get my beats out there... and maybe one or two mixtapes as well...