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88 Strong specializes in classic funk, jazz and hip-hop inspired tees. Offering both men’s AND women’s sizes [soooo rare when it comes to urban tees], you can find anything from Billie Holiday’s profile to some classic Wu or EPMD lyrics on a comfy tee.
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The winners will be chosen May 28th at 10pm PST.
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- 88 Strong – Tape Tee.
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“Shut up bitch, swallow/If you can’t swallow/Shut up bitch, gargle” (LOL)
one of my favorite lyrics… “Ugh….nice watch.” (c) Jay-Z
My favorite hip hop lyrics of all time have to go to Fight the Power by Public Enemy:
“Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant —- to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother—- him and John Wayne
Cause I’m Black and I’m proud
I’m ready and hyped plus I’m amped
Most of my heroes don’t appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check”
Classic lines right there.
‘You-Say-I-Think-I’m-Never-Wrong…you know what? May-Be-You’re-Right’-Kanye West (“I Wonder”)
As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning
in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction
My moms crying cause her insides are dying
her son trying her patience, keep her heart racing
A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit
but it’s this game love, I’m caught up all in it
They make it so you can’t prevent it, never give it
you gotta take it, can’t fake it I keep it authentic
Gotta learn to live with regrets….Hov!!
“My style is kinda phat, reminiscent of a whale…”
I wont deny it, im a straight ryder, You dont wanna f wit me! got the police messen wit me, But they cant do a G!
My favorite, since I’m creative and I write:
“I start to think and then I sink into the paper like I was ink. When I’m writing I’m trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme” – Rakim
2 miles an hour, so everybody sees you. lol.
(THE OFFICAL “KEYS ALICIA”) way before alicia keys re-wrote this song..
I keep your picture beside my bed
and I still remember everything you said
I always thought our love was so right I guess I was wrong
always thought you’d be by my side papa now you’re gone
All I wanna know baby if what we had was good
how come you don’t call me…
Anymore
Still like a fire on a rainy night
I still I like it better when your holding me tight
Everybody said…everybody said that we should never part
Tell me baby baby baby why…why you wanna go and break my heart
(THE OFFICAL “KEYS ALICIA”) way before alicia keys…
Andre 3000 – Aquemini
My mind warps and bends
Floats the wind/Count to 10
Meet the twin/Andre Ben
Welcome to the lions den
Ori-ginal skin
Many men/ comprehend
I extend, myself/ so you go out and tell a friend
Sin/ all depends
On what your believing in
Faith is what you make it
That’s the hardest sh*t since MC Ren
Alien can blend
Right on in with your kin
Look again
Cause I swear I spot one every now and then
Its happenin again
Wish I could, tell you when
Andre this is Andre
ya’ll is just gone have to make amends
http://twitter.com/PRTeech/status/1926650762
Jeru The Damaja-Come Clean
You wanna front, what?
Jump up and get bucked
If you’re feeling lucky duck
Then press your luck
I snatch fake gangsta MC’s and make em faggot flambe
Your nine spray, my mind spray
“now you know yo ass is willey
when they got you in that mag
for like half a billy, & yo ass aint lilly white
that mean that shit you write must be illy
either that or ya flow is silly
its both, i dont mean to boast but damn if i dont brag
these crackas gon act like i aint on they ads
the martha stewarts who far from jewish
far from a harvard student just had the balls to do it
& nah i aint through with it, in fact im just preview’n it
this aint the show, i’m just EQ’n it
1,2 & i wont stop abusing it
groupie girls stop false accusing it
back to the movement the maybach roof is translucent
niggas gotta problem houston
what up b? they cant shut up me
shut down i, not even P.E. I’ma ride
god forgive me for my brash delivery
but i remember vividly what these streets did to me
so picture me lettin these clowns knit pick at me
paint me like a pickany
i will literally kiss tee tee on the forehand
tell him please forgive me & squeeze into your forehead
im not one to score points off, in fact
i gotta joint that’ll knock your points off
young hova the god, nigga blasphemy
im at the trump international, ask for me
i aint never scared, im everywhere you aint never there
nigga why would i ever care?
pound for pound im the best to ever come around here
excluding nobody, look what i embody
the soul of a hustler i really ran the streets
CEOs mind, that marketing plan was me
& no i aint get shot up a whole bunch of times
or make up shit in a whole bunch of rhymes
& i aint animated like say a busta rhymes
but the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
add that to the fact i went plat a bunch of times
times that by my influence on pop culture
i supposed to be number one on everybody list
lets see what happens when i no longer exist
fuck this” – Jay-Z
http://twitter.com/AmorJones/status/1930625409
http://twitter.com/AmorJones/status/1930730674
i f’d up on the “re tweet” link
“watch them chickens or end up getting salmonella”
@jazzyrae i tweeted about the contest but I dont know how to link to that update here…
my tweets are @ http://www.twitter.com/thriftalina
“her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup…”
outkast
&
“Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nicca[chic] like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy [ALTHOUGH SHE DID]
But a pussy having no gotdamn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him[her] and talk to the Lord
Pray for him[her], cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight”
jay-z
http://twitter.com/TammiLorraine/status/1930770523
=)
got a new app and found it. I needed a new app anyway. here’s my tweet 4 the contest:
http://twitter.com/thriftalina/statuses/1930739091
Gang Starrrrr!
Her thoughts were erratic, sporadic, crazy in nature
I told her hey look I can no longer date ya
Tried to pimp with bank and fell short, your ship sank
Many thanks for the time and the watch and the link
You and I are the past, cest la vie, nuff respect girl
But now youre my ex-girl cuz Im straight with the next girl
http://twitter.com/dedlee/status/1933093402
You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna
Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter
Same press kicking dirt on Michael’s name
Show Woody and Soon-Ye at the playoff game, holding hands
Sit back and just bug, think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
OJ found innocent by a jury of his peers
They been fucking with that Nigga for last five years
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?
Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white?
If white boys doing it, well, it’s success
When I start doing, well, it’s suspect
Don’t hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money
America’s five centuries deep in cotton money
You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up
It’s new, Y’all living off of slave traders paper
But I’m a live though, yo I’m a live though
Putting up the big swing for my kids yo
Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo
I’m a get her them pretty bay windows
I’m a cop a nice home to provide in
A safe environment for seeds to reside in
A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in
And if I’m still Mr Nigga, I won’t find it suprising
- Mos Def “Mr. N*gga”
http://twitter.com/soundz714/status/1937059048
mY favorite lYrics of all time would have to be Mos Def Mathematics
Part of the Third Verse
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain’t niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel’s back? Here’s the secret:
the million other straws underneath it – it’s all mathematics
I love LL Cool J!
Dont call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
Makin the tears rain down like a mon soon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosion overpowerin
Over the competition Im towerin
Wreckin shop when I drop these lyrics thatll make you call the cops
Dont you dare stare, you betta move
Dont ever compare
Me to the rest thatll all get sliced and diced
Competitions payin the price
http://twitter.com/datransformers/status/1944167068
Jeru the Damaja
Now a queen’s a queen and a whore is a whore
She felt if she made me wait I’d have more respect for her
Adore her eventually spendin up my digits
She felt that love would make me buy her mad material shit
She likes to trick em, cause ain’t nothin like a sleepin victim
East New York style stick em — ha ha ha, stick em
Top rated game, but if it’s game I played it
Underestimated, swore the king was checkmated
She claims she loves my mind, cause I’m so intelligent
But fuck my mental, she was scheming on my mint
Evil inten-tion, to de-plenish the fund
She tried to juice me with the pussy cept for, the mask and gun
I was a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius
She had me by the nuts
She ain’t got shit but man she loves it plush
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I canibus
Back in the days, I woulda scraped her for this caper
But I realize, it wasn’t me it was the paper
Read it through completely, listen to the song to put it into context and be LIBERATED!
[Mos Def]
Yo, I’m sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain’t really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually — speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted — in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light — rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won’t call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don’t control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it’s, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it’s distressin, there’s never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity’s rehearsed in stage, it’s just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fam’ recall my legacy
I’m tryin to live life in the sight of God’s memory
Like that y’all
Mos Def/Black Star “Thieves in the Night”
SAY WORD!
..and yea, I’m late, but at least it’s in the archives…HA!