i think i got some artists well gonna be my artists that are tighter than making the band artists. i'm going to send you some clips ice. i want you to hear the banner tracks but i am going to have to make the file smaller. anyway check your emails. let me know what you think. keep in mind the tracks have not been mixed and mastered yet. and that i made the tracks myself.


we coming

your email account is over quota ice. open them and i'll send a few more

Sexy to us and ever other breathing fool.

Geez, his opinion of women is even worse than his thoughts on basketball.

I'm trying to open these files in real, windows media and\or quick time, trying to trouble shoot it now.

Ashanti is a quater, nuff said.

realone player plays them. i don't know which one you got because i sent about 4 but they sent them back saying your email account was over limit tell me the one you got and i can narrow it down. but real one player should open them i'm trying to see how to put them on kazaa.com for a day so you can listen to them all

Lemme answer my own question and put one of my all time favorite lyrics:

Tryna be me, now LL stands for
Lower Level, Lackluster
Last Least, Limp Lover
Lousy Lame, Late Lethargic
Lazy Lemon, Little Logic
Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped
Laborious Louse on a Loser's List
Living Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
Low Life with the Loud Lapse, boy


yeah, yeah, I know it's not up there, but I always found that hilarious!

hmmm

i don't know but i can tell you if i hear it tho


ummm let me see...

"When the remy in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I **** em will I dis em, that's what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chasing, I replace em
Drunk off Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words making birds till they flock see you later...lol"


notorius big tight!

i have to put the whole verse sorry

Settin' it off, lettin' it off, beginnin'.
Rough to the endin', you never been in
to move the groove with the smooth rap lord;
like a bottle of juice, rhymes are being poured.
Down your ear, crisp and clear,
as I prepare to wear, tear and smear -- then I'm outta here.
With a mark left that you can all cling.
Cuz rockin' a party? Yo, it's a small thing.
I rip many places on regular basis, and broken down mics were the only traces
that I'd been there and there at the party.
The mic had my prints, and on it was a body.
So take caution. I'm not horsin' around in a throwdown, clown,
I'm takin' yours son.
So just acknowledge the way that I kick it,
cuz if rap was a house, you'd be evicted.
And dismissed from the microphone, chokin' on a bone, cuz Daddy's home.
And battlin' me is hazardous to health,
so put a quarter in your ass, cuz ya played yourself
Like a game in the arcade. You need a far aid.
I'm walkin' the path that Allah made.
I'll attend and then begin to send a speech to reach and teach,
so just say when.
So I can let lyrics blast like a bullet.
My mouth is the gun; on suckers I pull it.
The trigger, ya figure, my pockets gettin' bigger,
cuz when it comes to money, yo, Grant's my nigga!
You've got the groove, MCs, freeze, stand still, nobody move.
It's a sabotage, as I take charge. Don't barge, cuz gotdamn, I'm livin' large
like a giant. You're nothin' but a midget, a small digit.
You ain't hit it, forget it, quit it.
I reign superior, always takin' care o'ya.
No-frill rappers, you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate,
as the great will dominate straight to the state
of reignin', gainin. So put Kane in, that category. Period. End of story...

My favorite Kane verse is this one:

Line by line, chapter after chapter
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose...
and blow em out like afros.
Too many rappers have fronted to get a name out
Yellin and screamin and jeerin but still came out
Off the wall as butter soft-er y'all
So you waited for Kane, to come after all
competition, that bite and chew and crunch and munch
to play me out position, you on a mission.
But stop lyin and tryin to front adventures
Your rhymes are more false than dentures.
Freeze, as I get warm like a heater
You bite like a mosquito, but still can't complete a
rhyme or find the time to design a line
or phrase that pays, so you dine on mine.
I get busy from sun to sun
Only twenty-one and untouched by ANYONE
No one throws, bangs or blows
All foes I keep em runnin like pantyhose
They got soft and tender, front and they'll surrender
I turn off more lights than Teddy Pendergrass
Bring on the trial, war be my style
but when I'm in effect, they feel the wrath, of Kane!