The West

Holy yap bro another post about GC blah blah blah and ofc its only people from the west (Europe/US). Like I know your entire ideology is getting offended by things that don't affect you or relate to you at all but geez bruh imma lose it if I see another one of these posts. Also if this Nachtel guy says "Answer the question" ONE MORE TIME BRO IMMA CRASH OUT LIKE HOLY.

Anyways thank you to all yo asian people for not engaging in this and showing why we are better than them. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Flashing Lights
Kanye West
Track 9 on Graduation

[Intro: Connie Mitchell]
Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Flashing lights
Flashing lights

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
She don't believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's departments
You more like love to start shit
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy
Man, why can't life always be this easy?
She in the mirror dancin' so sleazy
I get a call like, "Where are you, Yeezy?"
And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte
'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than the Nazis

[Chorus: Dwele & Connie Mitchell]
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
Flashing lights
What do I know? Know
Flashing lights
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[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I know it's been a while, sweetheart
We hardly talk, I was doin' my thing
I know I was foul, baby
A-bay, lately, you've been all on my brain
And if somebody would've told me a month ago
Frontin' though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know
If somebody would've told me a year ago
It'll go get this difficult
Feelin' like Katrina with no FEMA
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back, I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum
I'm just sayin', "Hey, Mona Lisa
Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar"

[Chorus: Dwele & Connie Mitchell]
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
Flashing lights
What do I know? Know
Flashing lights
As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
But what do you know?
Flashing lights
What do you know? Know
Flashing lights
[Outro: Connie Mitchell]
Flashing lights
Flashing lights

I think you're already crashing out bro. Almost as hard as pronax. Speaking of...

"Pronax and KRIMZ, they just need two kills here, and they will win it, for the second time. Pronax with one Fribeeerg OHHHHHHH FRIBERG HE SPRAYS DOWN, HE GETS BOTH KILLS! AND THE GRAND FINAL CONTINUES, 15-13!"

when the post's so good you can't tell if they're baiting or unironically crashing out

is this bait?

ch0na flag

Okay... that's cool and all, but could you answer the question?

[Verse 1]
Yo, once again, it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
From killin' corrupt cops with motherfuckin' buck shots
So don't step to this, 'cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big, but they make coffins yo' size, too
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali — it's Harlem, n--, we do walk-by's
No one can match me, tax me, or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps, G, just ask me
'Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me bein' a virgin? That's idiotic
'Cause if Big L got the AIDS, every cutie in the city got it
Once a n-- tried to stick me for six G's
And I put more holes in his ass than Swiss cheese

[Chorus]
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

[Verse 2]
I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone, chief
Or catch a buck shot to your dome piece
I must warn — I got it goin' on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin' thrown off platforms like PM Dawn
I'm catchin' bodies like a villain's supposed to
And I squeeze triggers — not just on n--, but hoes too
So don't try to test me, 'cause I can't stand testers
Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal
But man, you've been rappin' for years now
And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come outta wars barely bruised
I'm puttin' motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the get-go
Leavin' f-- in body-bags with tags on they big toe

[Chorus]
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

[Verse 3]
Yo, ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
And I'm known to milk freaks and hit 'em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm quick to put a slug in a f-- brain
I be placin' snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start r---' bitches
I'm all about makin' papes, kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
My old man in the past stuck me up without a mask
Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fifty G's is what the creep stole
So the next day, knocked on his door
And shot his granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Got it goin' on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'
You know my style, I'm wild
Comin' straight outta Harlem, pal
It's Big L, the motherfuckin' problem child

[Chorus]
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

[Outro]
This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass n--! So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't fuck with me, 'cause I know a good way to get your family together, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a reunion, motherfucker! Yo, I'm 'bout to sign out, but before I go, I gotta say peace to the NFL crew — you know who you are! And all y'all n-- talkin' that gun shit and won't bust a rhyme: stop fakin' the funk! Word! I'm 'bout to get up outta here! Yo, I'm out, B! Yo, peace, man! I gotta get this money; so all y'all n-- on my hit list — get your suits ready! Hahahaha!

I'm sure you're real

[Part I]

[Intro: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that bitch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that bitch
Hittin' that fire, jump in that whip, thumb in that bitch
Cum in that bitch (Ho), drummin' that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin' that bitch (Yeah)

[Verse: Baby Keem]
Choppa doin' circles, it's a bird, bird
Take him to the party, he's a nerd (Pop out)
I ain't seen n—s hit corners in the motherfuckin' 'burbs, huh (Pop out)
Done politickin' with the competition, what's the word? (Yeah)
Put that on my mama, n—, eight in the process
N—s tryna tippy-toe through the progress
Tongue-tied when the truth is an object
What's the pros and the cons of this next check?
Wasn't nobody 'round, I was independent
In the '90s, sittin' bum with the windows tinted
Heard a bum got a strap in the party
Who the fuck let this **** in the party?
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, beat 'em up, beat 'em up (Ah)
I was seein' double in the projects
Mad at myself, learned to put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes
And n—s wanna play both sides
It's a red dot, don't get on the wrong red eye
It's a headshot, Damien Kane, woo, them guys
Fuck around and bury two of them guys
I'm OD in Paris, I'm OD in France
I thought that I told you, I need the advance
Put down your IG and look through my lens
A million to grandma, who did I offend?
The girl of your dreams to me is a fan
I netted ten million and did a lil' dance
I'm fuckin' the world, I unzip my pants
My uncle G told me that I had a chance
So then I popped out and did it again
And did it again and did it again
I can not respect them, where did he begin?
Advice from the council, let nobody in
Been swervin' through rumors
Avoidin' the trends and duckin' the hoes
I'm duckin' the loonies that come with the shows
I'm grateful to Man-Man, he opened up doors
A bunk on the tour bus to come and compose
I reach to the stars on my tippy toes
This greatest success where most n—s fold
I tell you my past, that shit don't get old
But how could you ask like I don't be writin' my raps?
These critics got everyone tapped
You gotta relax, the city where nobody sleep
Just tap in and ask where I'm at, ho

[Part II]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Smokin' on your top five tonight, tonight
Yeah, I'm smokin' on your what's-his-name tonight, tonight
Smokin' on your shows, ain't tonight, to—

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don't you address me unless it's with four letters
I thought you'd known better
I been duckin' the pandemic, I been—, social gimmicks
I been duckin' the overnight activists, yeah
I'm not a trending topic, I'm a—
Hold on, y'all n—s playin' with me, man
I am the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don't you address me unless it's with four letters
Bitch, I thought you'd known better
I been duckin' the pandemic, I been duckin' the social gimmicks
I been duckin' the overnight activists, yeah
I'm not a trending topic, I'm a prophet
I answer to Metatron and Gabriel
Bitch, looking for a better me
I am a legacy, I come from the seventy
The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody
The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy
Soon as I press that button
N— better get right like the ambulance comin'
Us two ain't alike, he ain't been through nothin'
Dave Free got at least one B in the oven
I'm trippin', I'm juggin', my mental is amazing, brother
Pop off, only on occasions, brother
Rich n—, mama know I made it, brother
Go figure, never caught cases, brother
Face it, brother, gracious brother
New flows comin', be patient, brother
Show my ass and take y'all to class
I can multitask like Megan, brother
2021, I ain't takin' no prisoner
Last year, y'all fucked up all the listener
Who went platinum? I call that a visitor
Who the fuck backin' 'em? All been falsified
The facts mean this a vaccine and the game need me to survive
The Elohim, the rebirth
Before you get to the Father, you gotta holla at me first, bitch
Smokin' on top fives
Motherfuck that album, fuck that single
Burn that hard drive (Burn that shit)
Ain't nobody safe
When I come, I'm killin' everybody that's outside (Who you with?)
Yeah, Kanye changed his life
But me, I'm still an old-school Gemini (Lil' bitch)
Let me jump in this bitch

[Outro: Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar]
Let me jump in this bitch
Two phones, but I only bring one in this bitch
One daughter, but they all my sons in this bitch
No hoes, ain't shit gettin' done in this bitch
I'm scary, I got a gun in this bitch
Smokin' on top fives
Stop playin', I'm that guy
Number two DM'ing my bitch
That's cool, I don't ask why