Video: Red Cafe ft. Cory Gunz – Brinks Truck (Behind The Scenes)
Off Red Cafe’s Hell’s Kitchen mixtape.
Previously: French Montana ft. Red Cafe – Headquarters (Behind The Scenes)
Off Red Cafe’s Hell’s Kitchen mixtape.
Previously: French Montana ft. Red Cafe – Headquarters (Behind The Scenes)
July 20th, 2012 at 11:11 am
N.W.A- fAGGOT4LIFE
July 20th, 2012 at 11:11 am
Self ether
July 20th, 2012 at 11:12 am
niggas wit ankletats- express yourself
July 20th, 2012 at 11:13 am
Your.aunt.thinks.your.gay.
July 20th, 2012 at 11:15 am
Bi centennial nigger
July 20th, 2012 at 11:15 am
@b
I can’t even front…I had to re-up my ipod last week cuz my hard drive went out,and Stay Schemin made it to my new one.
Do another song MF so I know it ain’t a fluke….
July 20th, 2012 at 11:16 am
I’m your fav commenter keep it a buck
No more attention for you
U lil dirty nigga
*swats gnat*
July 20th, 2012 at 11:16 am
copy jerz. gracias.
July 20th, 2012 at 11:18 am
quincy u getcha chain back?
July 20th, 2012 at 11:18 am
Biggest Disappointment of 2012: Three Kings
Beat was ok – not great. Should have used JUSTICE League but their price must have went too high.
Dre spat a verse that Jay didn’t even try to write – just phoned it in. Probably had Cole write it. Shit, probably had Mickey Factz write it on a ‘independent contractor’ basis. For all I know, Bleek wrote it.
Rawse of course brung some heat but not enuf to make it a hit.
Dre was just lazy. Only hot line was shopping at TJ Maxx in ’83. Other than that just real lazy…nothing like his old shit. And when the beat went silent I thought he was gonna bring that carnage but the laziness continued.
Who remembers the last time Jay killt a posse cut when the beat went silent. ICEBERG SWEATS WITH I.B. ON THE ELASTIC!
Now Jay just phoning ‘em in. Real lazy shit. Kinda disrespectful actually.
Anyway either way:
DEE NIGGA WAH HOE ME BACK > >
July 20th, 2012 at 11:19 am
Do another song MF so I know it ain’t a fluke….
^didt you hear yolo? He’s been shook to record after that flopped
he can’t afford another song he blew his income tax recording those two wack tracks
Where’s them curren$y songs you were gonna release weekly (lies)
3 yrs later still no Mixtape, no videos no nothin
Certified dick rider
You just a commenter if it don’t concern another man you have nothin to offer
Stan 101
July 20th, 2012 at 11:20 am
Where.the.songs?
July 20th, 2012 at 11:22 am
U camein here last week whinin bout makin music w a message blah blah blah no more disses or frees….
What u goin rap about!
Love? Never had a girl
Winnin? You a loser
Money? You broke
Career? Secretary
Cars? None
Bitche? Your a John
Suicide? You were scared to do it
What can u rap about?!?
“rap about it now, hope to get it later”
July 20th, 2012 at 11:24 am
U never had a chance
July 20th, 2012 at 11:24 am
twitter.com/#!/dakid007/media/slideshow?url=http%3A%2F%2Ftwitpic.com%2F6xhdkr
^ You look like pharoah monch and luda wit a splash of aardvark. you too old to be the kid anything nigga
July 20th, 2012 at 11:25 am
What u goin rap about!
Love? Never had a girl
Winnin? You a loser
Money? You broke
Career? Secretary
Cars? None
Bitche? Your a John
Suicide? You were scared to do it
^ I laughed quincy
July 20th, 2012 at 11:25 am
But still you wanna be meeeeeeeee
July 20th, 2012 at 11:25 am
frankie look like the lovechild of roc marciano and pharoahe monch
July 20th, 2012 at 11:26 am
nigga looking like a gay spiderman lol
July 20th, 2012 at 11:26 am
^ You look like pharoah monch and luda wit a splash of aardvark. you too old to be the kid anything nigga
^that was horrible
2 u older than me nigger
July 20th, 2012 at 11:27 am
[pharoahe monch]
I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am
The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand
Into dimensions to unlock new doorways
And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways
And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game
Enabling me to advance in wisdom
Words will exist like vampires
No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape
With my sanity — in 2010 every man will be
Subject to global warming, formless oval
Millions of locusts swarming
Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme
The intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision
Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain
The triggering mechanism from which I strike
Sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound
Which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground
The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes
Your optics will not be able to detect
The deadly hypnotical gases
Damn it’s hard to breathe!!! but if I got one breath left;
I’ll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come
From the slums of earth to center
I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell
Walkin through the doorways of heaven — or is this hell?
^^^^
Pharoah Monch circa 91`>>>>
July 20th, 2012 at 11:27 am
my life is all i HAD IN THE FACE ASS NIGGA