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Interesting article..... I was totally un-aware of Bosch's drug testing positive for that Marching Powder.....

Peruvian Pink Nose Candy..... the dirt exposer is as dirty as a dog rolling in mud....! No wonder Bosch's nose was as red as Rudolph the red nose reindeer, during his 60 Minutes Interview.....

Rudolph the red nose reindeer won't be going down in History as a good guy. We need Narcs for the narcs....!!! But can any 1 narc be found without a red nose?
 
Interesting article..... I was totally un-aware of Bosch's drug testing positive for that Marching Powder.....

Peruvian Pink Nose Candy..... the dirt exposer is as dirty as a dog rolling in mud....! No wonder Bosch's nose was as red as Rudolph the red nose reindeer, during his 60 Minutes Interview.....

Rudolph the red nose reindeer won't be going down in History as a good guy. We need Narcs for the narcs....!!! But can any 1 narc be found without a red nose?

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The good stuff won't make your nose red.....umm....so I've heard.

Motorhead!
 
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The good stuff won't make your nose red.....umm....so I've heard.

Motorhead!

LOL....I wouldn't know......sniff sniff, (the 80s were hell on the nostrils and sinuses)....LMAO....damn it, just thinking of that era, makes my nose run.....! So I've heard....:lol:
 
Pass the Kleenex, my deviated septum is acting up...!
 
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Is that Rick dancing....?



One of the few rap songs I thought wasn't bad, probably because unlike 99% of that rap-shit they jokingly refer to as music, I understood every word he was saying.
 
One of the few rap songs I thought wasn't bad, probably because unlike 99% of that rap-shit they jokingly refer to as music, I understood every word he was saying.

:smile: its good to have you back Rick.....your humor is healthy...!

The one rap song I like: Empire State (Jayz & Alicia Keys), damn that women can sing, New York, New York, New York.....!!!
 
Yeah

[Verse 1 — Jay-Z:]
Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons' whipping Pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St., off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to TyTy, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
*****, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....

[Chorus — Alicia Keys:]
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York


(You welcome OG—I made you hot, *****!)

[Verse 2 — Jay-Z:]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of *****s walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
8 million stories, out there in the naked
City it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three Card Molly
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

[Chorus]

(That boy good... welcome to the bright light, baby.)

[Verse 3 — Jay-Z:]
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

[Chorus]

[Bridge — Alicia Keys:]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" (c'mon, c'mon)
I'm from...

[Chorus]
 
Yeah

[Verse 1 — Jay-Z:]
Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons' whipping Pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St., off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to TyTy, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
*****, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....

[Chorus — Alicia Keys:]
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York


(You welcome OG—I made you hot, *****!)

[Verse 2 — Jay-Z:]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of *****s walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
8 million stories, out there in the naked
City it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three Card Molly
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

[Chorus]

(That boy good... welcome to the bright light, baby.)

[Verse 3 — Jay-Z:]
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

[Chorus]

[Bridge — Alicia Keys:]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" (c'mon, c'mon)
I'm from...

[Chorus]

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And when performed "live" - most rappers sound like garbled sh1t.
Rapping is....rapping...aka talking. Without the studio, it just sounds like a dude yapping to himself on a street corner.

And I do enjoy some hip-hop/rap stuff.
 
:smile: its good to have you back Rick.....your humor is healthy...!

The one rap song I like: Empire State (Jayz & Alicia Keys), damn that women can sing, New York, New York, New York.....!!!



Keys sings like an angel (not that I ever heard an angel sing) but she has a fantastic voice, But unfortunately this Jazy idiot who if he ever put his head back his nose looks like a 2 car garage comes in with his stupid rap that MAYBE you could make out every 10th word & completely fucks it up.

Oh btw: did I mention that I think....................................Rap SUCKS!
 
...if you want to torture me, tie me up and make me listen to rap.

...after about 5 minutes, I'd start confessing to shit that I didn't even do.
 
...if you want to torture me, tie me up and make me listen to rap.

...after about 5 minutes, I'd start confessing to shit that I didn't even do.

:rotfl: :rotfl: Me 3, I honestly despise Rap, 'Empire State' would be nothing without Alicia Keys, now that chick has a voice and a half....otherwise rap is crap...!!! and torture too....! :lol:
 
:rotfl: :rotfl: Me 3, I honestly despise Rap, 'Empire State' would be nothing without Alicia Keys, now that chick has a voice and a half....otherwise rap is crap...!!! and torture too....! :lol:


The best rap song I ever heard was "A boy named Sue" by Johnny Cash.
 
The best rap song I ever heard was "A boy named Sue" by Johnny Cash.

Jack Kerouac was noted as the "Don" of Spontaneous Prose in the mid 50s, long before Cash got the idea. Kerouac wasn't a musician tho', he was a Poet/Writer.....the only American Author to receive credit for blowing up the Queens English......of course the 60s beatniks, tried to cash in on a pretentious existence, thinking they were cashing in on what Kerouac made Famous.....

Yet, Kerouac did not endorse the beatnik generation, and wanted nothing to do with Beatniks, or the Hippie Haight Ashbury Culture.....Kerouac was a true blue American, born of Canuck parents.....and kicked Ken Kesey (author of 1 Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest) incl the Grateful Dead, when they visited Jack in his last dying years, in St. Petersburg.....the group draped an American Flag over a couch in Kerouac's Mother's home, and he Kicked them all out.....!!!

Jack would shit if he heard today's rap crap, and would label it as Shit....!!!

Kerouac had a method to his madness, with Spontaneous Prose, rappers have no method at all....

Now Johnny Cash the Great Legend, indeed brought His own Branding Iron to Music, while Kerouac recited his prose/poetry to Coltrane's Jazz.....

Jack appeared on the Steve Allen Show in 59. Allen played Piano, while Jack recited his prose in the form of what some would say was the very 1st rap, but no way was His work Rap....it far exceeded the shallow shit heads, who make millions thinking they are artists......!!!
 
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Holy shit Rob, just stick an ice pick in my ear. nothing about that crap resembled rap. That was worse then rap. He was reading a story from a book. When I mentioned Johnny Cash I was referring to song that would be considered by today's standards as rap in "A boy name Sue". Rhymes. Like Lorne Greenes 1964 hit "RINGO". Or this great 1961 hit from Jimmy Dean......

 
Keys sings like an angel (not that I ever heard an angel sing) but she has a fantastic voice, But unfortunately this Jazy idiot who if he ever put his head back his nose looks like a 2 car garage comes in with his stupid rap that MAYBE you could make out every 10th word & completely fucks it up.

Oh btw: did I mention that I think....................................Rap SUCKS!


C'mon Rick ol' Buddy, don't hold back, and tell us how ya' really feel....! :smile:

Rap IS Crap.....! :lol:
 
Holy shit Rob, just stick an ice pick in my ear. nothing about that crap resembled rap. That was worse then rap. He was reading a story from a book. When I mentioned Johnny Cash I was referring to song that would be considered by today's standards as rap in "A boy name Sue". Rhymes. Like Lorne Greenes 1964 hit "RINGO". Or this great 1961 hit from Jimmy Dean......




Keep in mind, Kerouac IS credited as the ONLY 20th Century Writer, who changed the course of how prose was written, ie, Spontaneous Prose is Jack's child....as much some Universities, CO St. the 1st, have English Curriculum on Kerouac....the 1 and only 20th Century Writer credited for a Paradigm Shift in how the written word was well, written, read, and recited....

the GodFather of The Beat Generation which turned errantly after Kerouac's time, to become BeatNiks, a moniker Jack would adamantly refute, as much as he would refute Rap being nothing but Garbage, not Spontaneous Prose....just silly shit for the spoken word....

No shitting ya' here, but Jack IS a far distant Cousin of my Grandfather....also a Canuck, as Jack was a Canuck. No, not all Canucks are inbred or related like those banjo bangers in Arkansas...

Here it is, Jack was the 6th cousin of my Grandfather....:
http://michaelmarcotte.com/kerouac.htm

and numerous others too:
http://michaelmarcotte.com/famous.htm

Laissez les bon temps roulette.....

Le rap n'est pas la musique de sa merde pour des fées et cerveau asswipes morts, rien de plus, rien de moins, en riant ma putain de tête hors ....
 
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