Hey :)
Detroit-kompisene forener rimkreftene på Royce' nye singel.
Royce 5'9" driver for tiden og gjør seg klar til å slippe sitt femte soloalbum, Success Is Certain i slutten av denne måneden, og hva hjelper vel bedre for å få oppmerksomheten til hiphop-hoder verden over enn å slippe en singel med et gjestevers fra verdens mest berømte rapper?
Vi snakker selvfølgelig om Eminem, Royce' gamle venn - uvenn - og så venn igjen fra Detroit, som til tross for låttittelen ikke viser tegn til å stagnere som MC.
-Emil-
lørdag 9. april 2011
onsdag 9. mars 2011
Eminem's kommende DvD!
Hey : )
4.september 2010 var datoen da Eminem kjørte i gang sitt gigantkonsert-samarbeid "Home & Home" med Jay-Z i Detroit, og til stor glede for fansen vil det nå snart bli gitt ut en live-DVD som dekker hele begivenheten.
Intervjuer og live-opptak
Nedenfor kan dere sjekke ut en 6 minutter lang teaser av moroa, som blant annet byr på intervjuer med Eminem selv, samt en rekke av Detroits innbyggere, og selvfølgelig opptak fra konserten, som blant annet kunne by på en rekke store gjesteartister.
Glede meg noe sykt : D
-Emil-
4.september 2010 var datoen da Eminem kjørte i gang sitt gigantkonsert-samarbeid "Home & Home" med Jay-Z i Detroit, og til stor glede for fansen vil det nå snart bli gitt ut en live-DVD som dekker hele begivenheten.
Intervjuer og live-opptak
Nedenfor kan dere sjekke ut en 6 minutter lang teaser av moroa, som blant annet byr på intervjuer med Eminem selv, samt en rekke av Detroits innbyggere, og selvfølgelig opptak fra konserten, som blant annet kunne by på en rekke store gjesteartister.
Glede meg noe sykt : D
-Emil-
torsdag 3. mars 2011
Ny låt fra Eminem, Slaughterhouse og Yelawof!
Hey !
Lyrisk overdose fra den ny-signede Shady Records-gjengen.
Etter å ha signet både rap-supergruppa Slaughterhouse (Joe Budden Rocye 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz) og Yelawolf til sitt plateselskap Shady Records, skulle det mangle at MC-tungtvekterne slo seg sammen på en låt, og nå har endelig det første samarbeidet kommet i form av den Will Power, K.P. og Eminem-produserte godbiten "2.0 Boys"
Hvilke rappere leverer best?
Royce da 5’9?
Ryan’s a homicidal misfit
I write the solution to biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit
Pause, inhalin’ hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books
Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous
Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?
Eminem
Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!
Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m cussin’ up a storm if you wonderin’
Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want
Urine in your face, all you had to do was say
That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be
‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know
Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t
Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy
Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
Eminem
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
Joell Ortiz
Clutchin’ Uzis, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!)
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for
I write ’til my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night
Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight
Joe Budden
Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck
So I’m well-prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face
Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
Crooked I
Takeoff
You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’ up rappers
I’m linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
YelawolfI got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’
Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy ’cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over
Hør sangen på Kingsize.no !
- Emil -
Lyrisk overdose fra den ny-signede Shady Records-gjengen.
Etter å ha signet både rap-supergruppa Slaughterhouse (Joe Budden Rocye 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz) og Yelawolf til sitt plateselskap Shady Records, skulle det mangle at MC-tungtvekterne slo seg sammen på en låt, og nå har endelig det første samarbeidet kommet i form av den Will Power, K.P. og Eminem-produserte godbiten "2.0 Boys"
Hvilke rappere leverer best?
Royce da 5’9?
Ryan’s a homicidal misfit
I write the solution to biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I’m higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite your shit
Pause, inhalin’ hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons, crooks, goin’ door-to-door like we sellin’ books
Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous
Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?
Eminem
Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!
Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m cussin’ up a storm if you wonderin’
Shit (Shit), you couldn’t muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, jump if you want
Urine in your face, all you had to do was say
That you wish you would’ve just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human oddities, at odds with us, your squad’s gotta be
‘Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all’s we know
Is y’all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch? Y’all done raped a pit bull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile’s directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, fuck a ballsack, if the taints cain’t
Take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain’t, I’m the bad guy
Type of guy that’ll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
Eminem
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
Joell Ortiz
Clutchin’ Uzis, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I’m Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
‘Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi (Hi-ya!)
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep comin’, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies, don’t ask what we came for
I write ’til my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that (YAOWA), you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all night
Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight
Joe Budden
Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without riggin’ the deck
So I’m well-prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be layin’ on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, nigga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
‘Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, ’cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King starin’ at a picture of Obama’s face
Talkin’ funds, niggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
Must be outta your mind, you think you fuckin’ with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
Crooked I
Takeoff
You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a (Dahmer!), I’m grindin’ up rappers
I’m linin’ up jackers, I’m climbin’ up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s comin’ from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo’ yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
YelawolfI got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin’ head like clean clippers, wit’ haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16s like I drink liqour
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Poppin’ the trunk, my pumper stay cockin’ the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
‘Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so fuckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playin’
Skinny-ass pants saggin’, it’s only yourself you playin’
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown’s hangin’
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival, then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yellin’ “Go Shady!” Drivin’ slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m gettin’ paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy ’cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy ’cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t fuckin’ wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over
Hør sangen på Kingsize.no !
- Emil -
lørdag 26. februar 2011
Dr. Dre vekkes til live i ny musikkvideo !
Hey (lenge siden sist) !
Superprodusenten ramser opp karrieren, og er nå forhåpentligvis endelig klar for "Detox".
Den nyoppstartede liksom-beefen mellom 50 Cent og Dr. Dre lover godt for utsiktene om en endelig utgivelse av Detox, og at han nå dessuten slipper en påkostet musikkvideo for den Eminem/Skylar Grey-gjestede singelen "I Need A Doctor" taler jo heller ikke akkurat i mot en releasedato.
Hollywood-krasj
I videoen får vi først se en tankefylt Dr. Dre omsværmet av bilder og videoklipp fra hele hans lange karriere, før han så setter seg inn i en Ferrari som til slutt krasjer i skikkelig Hollywood-stil på den amerikanske landeveien.
Reklamefilm
Deretter bærer det til en eller annen form for futuristisk rehabiliteringssted, hvor Eminem rapper til sin gamle venn, der han flyter rundt i flytende væske mens han venter på å bli gjenopplivet. Det mangler heller ikke på produktplassering i videoen, som både byr på HP og Gatorade, sistnevnte med en sentral rolle i å gi tilbake Dre styrken sin. Dobbelt-lol.
Oppsøker avdød NWA-sjef
Og når vår kjære venn endelig har kommet seg på beina igjen, samt bolet seg opp til godkjent Dr. Dre-nivå, bærer det rett til kirkegården, hvor han besøker graven til sin avdøde kompis/uvenn/kompis, Eazy-E. Se Videoen på linken !
-Emil-
Superprodusenten ramser opp karrieren, og er nå forhåpentligvis endelig klar for "Detox".
Den nyoppstartede liksom-beefen mellom 50 Cent og Dr. Dre lover godt for utsiktene om en endelig utgivelse av Detox, og at han nå dessuten slipper en påkostet musikkvideo for den Eminem/Skylar Grey-gjestede singelen "I Need A Doctor" taler jo heller ikke akkurat i mot en releasedato.
Hollywood-krasj
I videoen får vi først se en tankefylt Dr. Dre omsværmet av bilder og videoklipp fra hele hans lange karriere, før han så setter seg inn i en Ferrari som til slutt krasjer i skikkelig Hollywood-stil på den amerikanske landeveien.
Reklamefilm
Deretter bærer det til en eller annen form for futuristisk rehabiliteringssted, hvor Eminem rapper til sin gamle venn, der han flyter rundt i flytende væske mens han venter på å bli gjenopplivet. Det mangler heller ikke på produktplassering i videoen, som både byr på HP og Gatorade, sistnevnte med en sentral rolle i å gi tilbake Dre styrken sin. Dobbelt-lol.
Oppsøker avdød NWA-sjef
Og når vår kjære venn endelig har kommet seg på beina igjen, samt bolet seg opp til godkjent Dr. Dre-nivå, bærer det rett til kirkegården, hvor han besøker graven til sin avdøde kompis/uvenn/kompis, Eazy-E. Se Videoen på linken !
-Emil-
mandag 14. februar 2011
mandag 7. februar 2011
Eminem med to nye reklame filmer!
Hei folkens ;)
Til tross for den massive "Black & Yellow"-hypen, godt hjulpet av Wiz Khalifa og Stargate, taklet ikke Pittsburg Steelers å hamle opp med Green Bay Packers under nattens spennende Super Bowl-finale, som altså endte i sistnevntes favør.
200 millionere potensielle kjøpere
Men til tross for at Super Bowl først og fremst selvfølgelig handler om amerikansk fotball, sto kvelden også i annonsørenes egn, da man pausene viste fram splitter nye reklamefilmer i anledning moroa som hvert år tiltrekker seg 200 millioner seere.
Amerikansk bil og iste
Blant disse var Chrysler og Lipton, som begge hadde fått med den ellers ikke så reklameglade Eminem til å annonsere for varene sine. Sjekk ut begge filmene nedenfor! Se videoen på Kingsize sida !
-Emil-
Til tross for den massive "Black & Yellow"-hypen, godt hjulpet av Wiz Khalifa og Stargate, taklet ikke Pittsburg Steelers å hamle opp med Green Bay Packers under nattens spennende Super Bowl-finale, som altså endte i sistnevntes favør.
200 millionere potensielle kjøpere
Men til tross for at Super Bowl først og fremst selvfølgelig handler om amerikansk fotball, sto kvelden også i annonsørenes egn, da man pausene viste fram splitter nye reklamefilmer i anledning moroa som hvert år tiltrekker seg 200 millioner seere.
Amerikansk bil og iste
Blant disse var Chrysler og Lipton, som begge hadde fått med den ellers ikke så reklameglade Eminem til å annonsere for varene sine. Sjekk ut begge filmene nedenfor! Se videoen på Kingsize sida !
-Emil-
tirsdag 1. februar 2011
Rick Ross har litt for mye penger !
Hei !
Blåste bort 6 millioner kroner på strippeklubb....på én kveld.
Mens den alvorlig syke hiphop-legenden Kool Herc ikke har mulighet til å betale sykeforsikringen sin, og dermed står i fare for å ikke få den behandlingen han sårt trenger, feiret Miamis store Baws, Rick Ross bursdagen sin på hjembyens populære strippeklubb King of Diamonds, hvor han ifølge rapporter lot det regne sedler på damene til en verdi av én million dollar.
Verden er....rar. Se videoen under !
-Emil-
Blåste bort 6 millioner kroner på strippeklubb....på én kveld.
Mens den alvorlig syke hiphop-legenden Kool Herc ikke har mulighet til å betale sykeforsikringen sin, og dermed står i fare for å ikke få den behandlingen han sårt trenger, feiret Miamis store Baws, Rick Ross bursdagen sin på hjembyens populære strippeklubb King of Diamonds, hvor han ifølge rapporter lot det regne sedler på damene til en verdi av én million dollar.
Verden er....rar. Se videoen under !
-Emil-
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