Post: #101

(11-11-2013 09:07 PM)The Lizard of Oz Wrote:  

Dude I know this is old, but fuckin hell you read my mind. Especially in this clip, Bon is such a badass fucker. ACDC (Bon Era Only) never fails to get me in an alpha state of mind

Post: #102

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKoNKbHR...KoNKbHRibs

"Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg"

Post: #103

Been checking out the blues recently, loads of red pill lyrics

These my red pill anthems:
Bo Diddley - I'm a Man

all you pretty women
stand in line
I can make love to ya baby
in an hours time

I'm a man
I spell M
A
N..
Man..





"Gangster of Love" by Johnny Guitar Watson

Post: #104

(03-03-2015 02:40 PM)the latent sadist Wrote:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKoNKbHR...KoNKbHRibs

"Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg"

Led Zeppelin never goes out of style, brother.

Post: #105

Most hip hop is red pill as fuck. These are a few good ones:

Post: #106

Delete

Post: #107

Post: #108

Anything Rolling Stones.

Post: #109

Quote:I-ya,
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive,
my images reflect in the enemies eye,
and his images reflect in mine the same time,

I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive,

Right here is where the end gon' start at,
conflict, contact 'n' combat,
fighters stand where the land is marked at,
settle the dispute about who the livest,
3 word answer,
Whoever survive this,
only one of us can ride forever,
so you and I cant ride together,
can't live or cant die together,
all we can do is collide together,
so I skillfully apply the pressure,
won't stop until I'm forever... one!

A door step where death never come,
spread across time til my time never done,
and I'm never done,
walk tall, why ever run?
when they move if I ever come?
bad man never fret the war, tell'em come
general we have the stock, the mad fire burn

I-ya,
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive,
my images reflect in the enemies eye,
and his images reflect in mine the same time,

I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive,
survive (x16)

Reign supreme in your U-N-I,
V-E-R-S-E with the sharpness,
narrow row building no space for partners,
no space for drivers, no space for walkers,
no space regardless,
your on my path then get off it,
hardheaded and unresponsive,
get they lives put on target with harshness,
come with the canons sparkin' they darken,
who am i? one man squadron,
Ma stir the fire this time that'd snatch your tomorrow,
the thousand yard spear that'll pierce through your armor,
you can get it on right now if you want to,
but when ya front 9 get marched through,
I warned you,
You know who forever belong to,

I-ya, I-ya
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive,
my images reflect in the enemies eye,
and his images reflect in mine the same time,

I-ya, I-ya,
I against I,
flesh of my flesh,
and mind of my mind,
two of a kind but one won't survive,
my images reflect in the enemies eye,
and his images reflect in mine, survive
survive (x16)

Post: #110

Waaay old school tune just came up on Pandora: The Wanderer (1961). And the lyrics got me to thinking how radical this song must've been back in the day. Mainstream society was extremely blue pill in the 50's/early 60's, and here he is pushing the player lifestyle!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5m6lymJy57E

Post: #111

Just ran across this song. Can't believe it doesn't show up in a forum search. It ought to be the RVF theme song!

Post: #112

https://youtu.be/uO59tfQ2TbA

Nicki Minaj?!

Hey Mama"
(feat. Nicki Minaj & Afrojack)

Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man
Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man

Yes I'll be your woman
Yes I'll be your baby
Yes I'll be whatever that you tell me when you're ready
Yes I'll be your girl, forever your lady
You ain't ever gotta worry, I'm down for you baby

Best believe that, when you need that
I'll provide that, you will always have it
I'll be on deck, keep it in check
When you need that, I'ma let you have it

Beating my drum like dum di-di-day
I like the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you callin' my name
Like, hey ma ma, mama, hey ma, mama
Banging the drum like dum di-di-day
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you callin' my name
Like, hey ma ma, mama, hey ma, mama

Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man
Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man

Yes I do the cooking
Yes I do the cleaning
Plus I keep the na-na real sweet for your eating
Yes you be the boss and yes I be respecting
Whatever that you tell me cause it's game you be spitting

Best believe that, when you need that
I'll provide that, you will always have it
I'll be on deck, keep it in check
When you need that, I'ma let you have it

Beating my drum like dum di-di-day
I like the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you callin' my name
Like, hey ma ma, mama, hey ma, mama
Banging the drum like dum di-di-day
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you callin' my name
Like, hey ma ma, mama, hey ma, mama

Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man
Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man

Whole crew got the juice
Your dick came the truth
My screams is the proof
Them other dudes get the deuce
When I speed in the coupe
Leavin' this interview
It ain't nothing new
I been fucking with you
None of them bitches ain't taking you
Just tell 'em to make a U
That's how it be
I come first like debut

So baby when you need that
Gimme the word, I'm no good
I'll be bad for my baby

Make sure that he's getting his share
Make sure that his baby take care
Make sure I'm on my toes, on my knees
Keep him pleased, rub him down
Be a lady and a freak

Beating my drum like dum di-di-day
I like the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you callin' my name
Like, hey ma ma, mama, hey ma, mama
Banging the drum like dum di-di-day
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you callin' my name
Like, hey ma ma, mama, hey ma, mama

Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man
Be my woman girl, and I'll be your man

Post: #113

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Number Uno, never let no one know
How much dough you hold cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
Number 2, never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for their bricks and chips
Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number 4, I know you heard this before
Never get high on your own supply
Number 5, never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce!
Number 6, that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!
7, this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like 2 dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number 8, never keep no weight on you!
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me,
If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from police
If niggas think you snitchin' they ain't trying to listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
Number 10, a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele, say "hell no!"
'Cause they gon' want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, 24 years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up

Post: #114

Not enough Outkast








Cam'ron was such a pimp "I'm corrupt, cause girls all whores"





Classic





And of course:



"Fuck bitches, get money"

Post: #115

My favorite:

Quote:[Hook]
I need to talk to these hoes
There’s something that every girl should know
Niggas is sick of playing games with ya
If we ain’t fucking, why the fuck do I hang with ya?
And to you cup caking niggas
That be sponsoring these broads, that ain’t never seen your balls
You deserve to have your throat slit
I wouldn’t blow a motherfucking kiss at a broke bitch

[Verse 1]
Let a nigga see something
Don’t be in my face if it ain’t gonna be nothing
Yea we can be friends but the way you coming off it’s like we fucking in the end
So if we fucking in the end, then we fucking wasting time, let the fucking begin
I am a grown up, goofy little bitch, I won’t even pick my phone up
You ain’t gonna show me off
Upgrade your stock then blow me off, NO
That’s not the twist
I am Killer Reese One and you are just a bitch
That might be harsh
But if you wanna play games you gonna play your part
And I can get colder, eskimo pimp on a solid ice boulder

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
This one is for the sluts
The ones who give it up that don’t give a motherfuck
You know the 3 o’ clock specials
The ones that if you ask to see her titties she’ll let you
They ain’t ever hard to find
Baby taking Jager shots, and you babysitting wine
Them the ones that I respect
They do it for the sex, they ain’t tripping off a check
Now that’s a cold shoulder
Been like that since them yellow mead folders
And that’s like the tenth grade
Got it in my head I wasn’t gonna be the one that get played
So what’s it gonna be, did I hurt your little feelings or are you leaving here with me
Good choice, we gonna have a good time I can hear it in your voice
You a tough little broad with a bad little vibe like o my god
Way light skin, if you put her on the scale she gonna weigh like ten
And that’s perfecto
She live in the valley but she worth the petro
The bitch know how to let go
If this was Mexico she’d a be in a sex show

[Hook]

Chicks faces when this song comes up on my playlist in the car are priceless.

Post: #116

Jay Z said it best

Post: #117

Leave it to a Russian to spit the red pill truth (translated lyrics but you get the point):

First Verse:
She is very vain, from the backlight iPhone her bags under the eyes.
What it says, I smoke one by one.
In which the coats and shopping with his head.
She does not see further than their s * s.
No, well, with the ski * but made zashib.
All the talk - sugary cotton candy.
In a word, as if blunt.
Narrow specialization, purely in the dark on the speakerphone Status of silicone fairy.
From the world of illusion.
And if I had at least an hour with this lasted.
I have the same doubts to himself.
The pants went cold from thoughts on this subject.
Yes, count, thinks Altai somewhere in Africa.
Does not go far in this traffic.
It should be in a traffic jam, with the pot-bellied wealthy man.

Chorus: [x3]
In her mind only the wind.
Blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing.
Blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing.
And if you do not want to be a fool.
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it,
do it, just do it, just do it, do it.

Second Verse:
Her skull fucking no-hua.
Her clever friend of her chihuahua.
It is purely in exactly in nete night steal quotes.
Insert them with a view, saying it is an intellectual.
She will visit a solarium, before tomorrow she will fly to Miami.
Weekdays are busy chores, beauty salon, lady collects the summit.
Business sausage, it is feeding someone's sausage business.
All her life, like a white stripe.
White strip - through the nose into the heavens.
But she will soon grow old, her youth is not eternal generator of money.
And becomes an adult, it is wildly sorry, that is not wiser.

Post: #118

This is my new jam for summer

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Post: #120

"If you're having girl problems I feel bad for ya, son. I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one."

Post: #121

El Anzuelo - Bunbury





Spanish - Original

Este vano correr tras lo imposible.
Este mapa de incauto navegante.
Este vivir un rato para morir más tiempo.
Para al final morder el anzuelo y caer en la trampa.

Este asalto al parnaso idealizado.
Este coma de pronóstico reservado.
Esta fellatio de amor caníbal.
Para al final morder el anzuelo y caer en la trampa.

Este infierno fatal y divertido.
Este vestido de nocturna soledad.
Este canto de sirena exclusivo.
Para al final morder el anzuelo y caer en la trampa.

Este andar de pies sin escarpines.
Esta ida y vuelta a los confines.
Este seamos siempre libres.
Para al final morder el anzuelo y caer en la trampa.

Este infierno fatal y divertido.
Este vestido de nocturna soledad.
Este canto de sirena exclusivo.
Para al final morder el anzuelo y caer en la trampa.

Este infierno fatal y divertido.
Este vestido de nocturna soledad.
Este canto de sirena exclusivo.
Para al final morder el anzuelo y caer en la trampa.


English - Translation

This vain chase after the impossible.
This map of unwary navigator.
This live for a while to die slower.
To finally bite the bait and fall into the trap .

This idealized assault to the parnassus.
This reserved coma prognosis.
This fellatio of cannibal love.
To finally bite the bait and fall into the trap .

This fatal and fun hell.
This dress of nocturnal solitude .
This exclusive siren song .
To finally bite the bait and fall into the trap .

This foot-walk without bootee .
This back and forth to the ends .
This let's be always free .
To finally bite the bait and fall into the trap .

This fatal and fun hell.
This dress nocturnal solitude .
This exclusive siren song .
To finally bite the bait and fall into the trap .

This fatal and fun hell.
This dress nocturnal solitude .
This exclusive siren song .
To finally bite the bait and fall into the trap .

Post: #122

Post: #123

Quote:Now you'll never change her. Just leave her. Leave her.

Post: #124

Didn't go through the list to see if it was already here, but I've had this on my iPod for years. Fantastic song. Pretty sure there's another thread showing some DAC appreciation.

Post: #125

(07-15-2016 02:02 AM)XPQ22 Wrote:  

Quote:Now you'll never change her. Just leave her. Leave her.

Anything that involves Philip Bailey, one of the criminally underappreciated great singers, is ok in my book, even if it isn't one of his best: