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Does anyone know how big rap and rap/rock are in Costa Rica, specificially Jayz and Rage Against the Machine.

These are the two albums im talking about, evil empire by RATM and reasonable doubbt by jayz. anyone down there interested in music like that. Might be heading down there this summer in late july and want to know how big they are down there. Thanks.

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i don't think i've ever heard any jay z played down here. i've heard rage played at a few places. i'm still trying to find a bar to play some grateful dead.
 

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BeatPete said:
i don't think i've ever heard any jay z played down here. i've heard rage played at a few places. i'm still trying to find a bar to play some grateful dead.

There is a bar named Rollings at Tibas,u should go there, if u are looking for that type of music.....actually your ex-rommate(Satan) used to go there a lot.
 

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Ill go with the Rap and Hip Hop its all good in the hood, ATL
 

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BigDane said:
Ill go with the Rap and Hip Hop its all good in the hood, ATL

I do the Reggaeton, Rock, Rap, and Latin Pop... I would even do a little country like Toby Keith and Hank Williams Jr.

But in CR, I love me some reggaeton especially the way the girlies get down to it....:party:

I am not feeling Pete on The Grateful Dead, but maybe we can compromise at Pink Floyd or Zepplin?

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reggaeton is alright, i like the hip hop stuff though like jay z, old stuff, not into the new stuff.
 

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Ol School

How about some good ol Ice Cube or something like that:thumbsup2:
 

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BigDane said:
How about some good ol Ice Cube or something like that:thumbsup2:

ja ja! "Its was a good Day" is my favorite I Cube Jam.

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BigDane said:
How about we be clubbin,

Or Until we rish with krayzie bone

Those are newer ones he did. I like the old school ones with the early 90's beats.

One beat I miss a lot is "Me and Jesus" by a group called The Coup from Oakland, CA.

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Until we rich was his song I think BD I migh be wrong, sh*t then how about some N.W.A straight out of compton
 

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Lyrics to "Me and Jesus (Hey-zues).. the pimp" - The Coup

An example of a good rap song with an interesting story. This song would make a great play or movie. I can translate the slang if you don't understand it. Most of the slang dialect is from Northern California.


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Artist: The Coup
Album: Steal This Album
Song: Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {with help from liner notes}

[Boots]
Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus: *sung* (2X)

Oakland do you wanna ride?
I can't hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?

[Boots]
City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and sing:

You're much too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before this scene:
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus

[Boots]
The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperatyre gayge read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault history
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only thing I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus

[Boots]
And I still remember momma

You're much too beautiful for words (4X)</pre>
 

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The REalest Killaz

[somebody talkin']
Yo,Red Spider...
Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready?
Lemme know,holla

[2pac]
It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac

[2pac]
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down

[Snoop]
Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Bring that muthafuckin beat back man

[2pac]
It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac

[2pac]
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin
I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin'
Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin'
Please god can you understand me,bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight

[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

[50 Cent]
This is a cry for mercy,I promise
My success would be the death of you
Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you
Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you
If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true
Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac
You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (nowww)
I see it so clear,you cant take the pressure,you *****
I warned you not to push me
You see me,and chills,run up ya spine
GOD made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine
And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace
I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis
I'ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream
Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own
FUCK THE SOURCE,I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE

[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

Love 2Pac Resurrection:thumbsup2:
 

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BigDane said:
[somebody talkin']
Yo,Red Spider...
Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready?
Lemme know,holla

[2pac]
It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac

[2pac]
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down

[Snoop]
Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Bring that muthafuckin beat back man

[2pac]
It's go'n be some stuff you go'n see
That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac

[2pac]
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning's tragic ending's
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin'
And since my life is based on sinnin',I'm hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin
I've been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster wondering if he see's us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Livin' in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin'
Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody's snitchin'
Please god can you understand me,bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I'm makin' a point to make my beatin' bumpin' raw life
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight

[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

[50 Cent]
This is a cry for mercy,I promise
My success would be the death of you
Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you
Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you
If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true
Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac
You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (nowww)
I see it so clear,you cant take the pressure,you *****
I warned you not to push me
You see me,and chills,run up ya spine
GOD made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine
And plus,they look at me like I'ma menace
I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis
I'ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream
Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted,you couldn't make it on ya own
FUCK THE SOURCE,I'M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE

[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

Till makaveli return it's all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it's go'n be- go'n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see

Love 2Pac Resurrection:thumbsup2:

:103631605 I like Pac a lot too. Especially the songs that were a story not just about "bustin' caps" such as "Wonder why they call you bitch" .

BDiz...
 

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Another one for ya

Who be the last mother fucker breathin
Tell me nigga
Tell Me
Who be the last mother fucker breathin

[Chorus] 2x
Stressed
I'm busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last mother fucker breathin
Bustin'
My automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin
Now I'm the last mother fucker breathin

[Tupac]
Woke up with 50 enemies plottin my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest na nigga I was stressed
Had me creeping round corners
Homies, sleeping in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug nigga screaming west side busting double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
Liquor got my driving up on the curb
Hand on the steering wheel swerving
Bless me father I'm a sinner
I'm living in hell, just let me live on these streets
Cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Getting world wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck, riding as my souljahs
I just release them on a war path
Not your average dealer
West side, outlaw, bad boy killer
Huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustas
Now I'm the last mother fucker breathin'

[Chorus] 2x

[Young Noble]
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljahs gone, we burnin' the earth
Outlawz world-wide, we pack the block
Shoot rocks at the kidups, bust back for Pac
Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here, stale down here
To many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me
Young Noble
Outlaw till these mother fuckers kill me
I'm still breathin'

[Napoleon]
Uh, we was raised, fuck this life
I rose my right
Holding on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm sinicle
I'm sleep walking is it true?
I'm walking round town with a ?
Came a long way from a poor day
Dead away, with this war play
Fuck friends, I'll say
Rather die for my AK
With these fake ass niggas
See through glass ass niggas
Only ride my dick and scared of my mash ass niggas
Breathin'

[Chorus] 2x

[Kastro]
I walk around, with a knife in my back
Talk about a bad day I live a life like that
It's unfair
And I'm loosing my hair
Bless a hooligan
Catch me, I'm falling out flat
Yo I'm ruining
Breathin in sewer stink
No one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that
When I was still in mommy
Beside a seed that the Devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still we breathin'

[EDI]
Totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest, man if one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one mother fucker, bout to do it again
Shit, Pac still doin it
You hoes can't ruin it
Two million every time we drop
I know you fuckers losing it
We moving in, for the kill
For a mil', holding steel
Hold the wheel
I'm bout to give these niggaz something they can feel
(Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck)
Fakin' real
But we the raw and uncut
Style biting
Thug Line niggaz
Give it Up
We Hit Em Up

And we still real
And we still real


Gotta Love "Breathin" :pope:
 

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Damn.. you're making me wanna go home and jam out. ja ja!

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Speaking of Jay-Z. I am not the biggest Jay-Z fan but I will say I like that jam "Encore" with Linkin' Park.

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