X-Thug a.k.a MC Pepeljara a.k.a True Lee

09.09.2007., nedjelja

"One More Road To Cross" i "Party Up"

"One More Road To Cross"



[DMX]
Uhh.. this is life (this is life)
This is what I know (this what I know)
So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life)

Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)

One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
like there's one more move to make

[DMX]
I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga
He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures
Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there,"
but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere
See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin
won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that
I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs
and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North
and you out a week later? That's bullshit!
I bust off, I need this dough
Fuck you think I'm here for my health?
I need this wealth, because I feed myself
You play with my life, when you play with my money
Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny

Chorus

[DMX]
Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now
with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down
I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back
Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks
Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask
for the dough they know that we takin all three bags
Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga
Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga
Hardhead motherfuckers always get it
I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it
Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back
Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat
This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans
Couldn't control what was in his hands
I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there
Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there

Chorus

[DMX]
Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes
That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs
Somethin little becomes somethin major
Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager
Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul
Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt?
I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized
Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes
Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin
We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?
I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil
Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel
The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin
FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin
Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed
So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head

Chorus 2X



Party up

Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!

Chorus: DMX

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL
up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
up in here, up in here

[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to
but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

Chorus

[DMX]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain
cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss
that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them
who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

Chorus

[DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul's at rest
but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Chorus

[DMX]
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside
meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX)
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we're bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*}
"For My Dogs"

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Nine Elevens
9 11`s



We R the UNDERGROUND
What? MC i`m the NUMBER ONE
U want C him dead, consider it done





ako me ko oće kontaktirat
MSN: mc_pepeljara@hotmail.com


b aware of this dOGg

`bout me

known as:X-Thug
age:1989
crew:Nine Elevens,NewChaos Crew,EBB
album(s):Nelagodne Misli,Hits From Da Joint(oba su u izradi) + 1 stare ristva demo...jako u izradi i pri kraju
eye color:plavo-zelene-sive
hair color:neman kose
style:ol` s`cool,undrgrnd,gangsta,BATTLE
music:ol` s`cool,undergrnd,west,south

betlz/songz/lyriczs/short tXtZzz

ko pička svaki betler sa ove teme pobježe
zašto?jer moja rima sve izreže
jer su oštre poput oštrice mača
zovete se opakim MCijima a sranje van smrdi iz gača


viknem kujo//ti si još ponosna
ma svaka rima//ti je jako rosna
nema šta//najbolja,si battle MC
kad triba pisat//nekoga dissat//tu ti nisi


jebeš majk kad moja usta te koknu
gledam kako početnici pokušavaju dobru da rimu roknu
mašta i um su mi jedno,niko od vas nije mi do kolina,bjedno,nazivate se
rapperima nekim iskusnim i opakim,al ja vas smatram plijenom lakim


i da ti je zanimanje moreplovac, falila bi flow
curo ja san mirotvorac,moj ritam je slow
kad ja počnem dissat,molit ćeš da stanem
sprdnje sam počeo pisat,al gotovo je kad planem


koristiš te neke komplicirane riči da ljudi misle kako si obrazovan
jebeš sve potplačene rappere ja još i dan danas dilan
potplačen,potlačen nosiš željezni lančić pozlačen
jaki betl MC kad zine potiraju ga sa bine jer mu iz usta smrdi


šta koristiš,kopi paste,nećiji txt
jer bez txta si osta,neš ti tvog posta
par bjednih rima,nula puncheva,samo u mozak sheva
ja te otpuhujem lima,poput dima,moj punch moja shema



drkaš na moje rime jer nisi čua bolje
puši mi ga brate,još uvik si dolje
DROLJOOOO!!ja san iz ZD-skog undrgrnda
smeće jedno,okreni se svako te u tvon gradu sprda



možda se nedružiš sa njima ali si u srodstvu
očeš mi se pridružit,ne...nemožeš sudjelovat u verbalnom ubojstvu
ubijam te ričima,ubijam u pojam,1-8-7
uzimaš mic u ruke a ja te slušam i smijem ti se dok te gledam



ovo je diss u 4 retka,nisan puca jer nisi vrijedan metka
stojiš tu jer ja još to oću,iz sažaljenja
al zbog ovih redaka ne spavaš noću,nema ti spasenja
noćne more izazivan,dečko jebu te u mozak jer si naivan



kad bi ti bia noćna ptica ti bi bia čuk
kad zineš odjednom nastane muk
jer svi dobiju želičane tegobe od tvoje muzike
dečko uči se još se uči i čitaj ove lirike



još jedanput reci nismo možda čuli
sad se pokupi odavde i svima reci da te dobia TRUE LEE
dečko kopiraš sam sebe,pa tako se nedobivaju multiji
možda posli ovog postaneš kreativniji



el ti pišeš memoare ili betlaš
najbolje bi bilo da sidiš sastrane i samo gledaš,neznaš
neznaš betlat,a punch ti je idemo brati cvice
bila bi to sve ljubavna pisma samo da spomenes svice

kraj 2007...
u mraćnoj sam sobi sada palin sviću
njezin plamičak se igra sjenama po zidu
sjedim pokraj drvenog stolića u običnoj sofi
promatram čudne sjene što kreču se po sobi
izgrizenu olovku sad iz djepa vadim
pa pišem o potoku i kako travu sadim
o slapu sta nikako ne prestaje teči
pa pljucam vaš flow koji se utapa ko mačak u vreči
a pančeve vam razbijam ko šta se kapi raspršuju o kamen
žarim i palim pa me još ekipa zove i opaki plamen...
(nesvidja mi se kraj...al to nije ni dovrseno)


za debelim drvenim stolom od bukovine
ja i frend metalac smo rokali mine
teroristi novog doba,naoruzani majkom
bocom domačeg vina i lozovače
ko se ne pokori nama robovat će
jer krenuli smo protiv cajki u đihad
auto cesta,bosna,prva postaja bihač
(tako tako al i ovo mi se bas ne svidja previse)





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