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"My proudest moment here was not when I increased profits by 17%, or cut expenditure without losing a single member of staff. No, no no. It was a young Guatamalan guy, first job in the country, hardly spoke a word of English, but he came to me, and said, 'Mr. Scott, will you be, the Godfather to my child?' Wow... wow. Didn't work out in the end. We had to let him go. He sucked."
~Michael Scott, The Office
Man, my boss just told me that she listens to rap, which is so weird, because she has a 2 year old, is 8 months pregnant, and is the executive director of an organisation. She's very proffessional. hahahaha.
Anyways, something about rap music turns me on something fierce. I'm not sure if it's the pounding bass, the swagger, or just the crazy-slick metaphors and references. Whatever it is, I like it. For example, one of my favourite rappers, Fabulous, has this song -Breathe. Check out the verses!
Breathe (oh!)
Woo! woo! woo!
Breathe!
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when i come through, hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
Its not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? you right
These bitches can't breathe
(chorus)
Look look, their hearts racin
They start chasin
But im so fast when i blow past that they can't breathe
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If u present with the man
U betta breathe
U niggas can't share my air
Or walk around in the pair i wear
And im getting better year by year
Like they say wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you
Brought the canines through
And i pace myself
I know these money hungry
Bitches wanna taste my wealth
But i keep em on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em grabbin they chest
Cuz its hurtin em to see fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hurse than lay in the back,
And i'm not just layin a verse
Im sayin the facts
I came back with some sicker stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin
At me like they choking on a chicken bone
Every chick i bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So i know
Its one of them everytime i get my phone
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe
When i come through, hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
Its not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? you right
These bitches can't breathe
(chorus)
Look look, their hearts racin
They start chasin
But im so fast when i blow past
That they can't breathe
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If u present with the man
Bitch, breathe
I see em on the block when i passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-s
I make it hard to breathe
But i keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to breathe
They has to react
Like havin a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes r wheezin behind me
My flow is like a coup, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
Its quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels something like hard punches to the gut
How i address the haters, and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up, and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
Im a breathe of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo, and do it till ur face get blue
And then breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe
When i come through, hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
Its not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? you right
These bitches can't breathe
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya
Past if u present with the man
Bitch, breathe
When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a new york minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a tef
Only way u catch a f
To the ab, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in kb
I rhyme slick on ya
Ima hav to put the heimlich on ya
Wut u know know bout letting dimes lick on ya?
Till they inhale ya seed
And they don't stop till i tell em to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers breathe
Yeah, brooklyn gotta, uptown gotta,
The bronx gotta, queens gotta, staten isl. gotta,
U niggas gotta, u bitches gotta, everybody breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta.. breathe
Breathe (repeats)
oh yes. I loves it
another rapper I also love, for 10 points:
KY: A new set
~Michael Scott, The Office
Man, my boss just told me that she listens to rap, which is so weird, because she has a 2 year old, is 8 months pregnant, and is the executive director of an organisation. She's very proffessional. hahahaha.
Anyways, something about rap music turns me on something fierce. I'm not sure if it's the pounding bass, the swagger, or just the crazy-slick metaphors and references. Whatever it is, I like it. For example, one of my favourite rappers, Fabulous, has this song -Breathe. Check out the verses!
Breathe (oh!)
Woo! woo! woo!
Breathe!
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when i come through, hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
Its not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? you right
These bitches can't breathe
(chorus)
Look look, their hearts racin
They start chasin
But im so fast when i blow past that they can't breathe
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If u present with the man
U betta breathe
U niggas can't share my air
Or walk around in the pair i wear
And im getting better year by year
Like they say wine do
Cops couldn't smell me if you
Brought the canines through
And i pace myself
I know these money hungry
Bitches wanna taste my wealth
But i keep em on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em grabbin they chest
Cuz its hurtin em to see fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hurse than lay in the back,
And i'm not just layin a verse
Im sayin the facts
I came back with some sicker stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin
At me like they choking on a chicken bone
Every chick i bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So i know
Its one of them everytime i get my phone
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe
When i come through, hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
Its not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? you right
These bitches can't breathe
(chorus)
Look look, their hearts racin
They start chasin
But im so fast when i blow past
That they can't breathe
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past
If u present with the man
Bitch, breathe
I see em on the block when i passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-s
I make it hard to breathe
But i keep the glocks in the stashes
Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us
And make it hard to breathe
They has to react
Like havin a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes r wheezin behind me
My flow is like a coup, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
Its quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels something like hard punches to the gut
How i address the haters, and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up, and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
Im a breathe of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo, and do it till ur face get blue
And then breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
(hook)
Yo these niggaz can't breathe
When i come through, hum too
Some shoes gotta be 20 man
Its not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? you right
These bitches can't breathe
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya
Past if u present with the man
Bitch, breathe
When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a new york minute
Catch a breath, fore u catch a left
Even worse, catch a tef
Only way u catch a f
To the ab, its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in kb
I rhyme slick on ya
Ima hav to put the heimlich on ya
Wut u know know bout letting dimes lick on ya?
Till they inhale ya seed
And they don't stop till i tell em to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers breathe
Yeah, brooklyn gotta, uptown gotta,
The bronx gotta, queens gotta, staten isl. gotta,
U niggas gotta, u bitches gotta, everybody breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta.. breathe
Breathe (repeats)
oh yes. I loves it
another rapper I also love, for 10 points:
KY: A new set