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Post by MasterMind on Nov 30, 2004 23:37:16 GMT -5
The people who are setting up the Christmas party for the kids thought it would be cool if there was some "hip-hop." So we were talking and I thought who better to do it than J-Unit, Hypnotic, and Eloquence!  So now they're asking if we can show them a little preview. We gotta find our own Christmas beat and come up with the lyrics soon. It has to be clean, no cussing, no dissing or anything very "gangster." And of course, it has to be about Christmas, or at least the holidays. It's for kids 5-12. Up to you guys if you wanna do it.  |
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Post by eloquence on Dec 1, 2004 23:21:17 GMT -5
you know dang well im down for it. We gotta get ready quick! I can supply beats. Comi up with lyrics is easy. I can make clean rhymes but we will porbably have to reherse. I also wanna kno who is plannin it.
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Post by MasterMind on Dec 2, 2004 0:17:51 GMT -5
There was once a fellow by the name of Saint Nick
He liked big presents and he had a big dick.
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Post by eloquence on Dec 2, 2004 21:23:47 GMT -5
Not only was he big but his pockets were thick.
And every time he freestyled his flows were sick.
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Post by Hypnotic on Dec 3, 2004 22:38:01 GMT -5
But girls never liked him, for he had a nervous tick
And when in bed they said he would cum too quick.
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Post by MasterMind on Dec 8, 2004 19:52:04 GMT -5
So when are we actually gonna get this thing started? |
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Post by eloquence on Dec 12, 2004 15:01:48 GMT -5
whenever you start bein a man and step up to ask Lindsey and plan the dates. And find a fricken beat!
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Post by MasterMind on Dec 12, 2004 21:24:58 GMT -5
Cot dammit, why do I have to do all of it? I have little time nowadays especially with college app deadlines. Get Hypnotic to find the beat.
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Post by eloquence on Dec 13, 2004 22:25:22 GMT -5
quit whining! I don't wanna hav to look up to somebody who always complains.
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Post by MasterMind on Dec 14, 2004 0:59:12 GMT -5
Saw a candy, remembered that I heard about it,
Snatched it from the store and put it in my pocket
Ran like Forest, with sirens singing like a chorus
But stopped, saw a chick – I became enormous
I told her: some people want diamond rings,
Some people just want ever-ay-thing
Some want nice dreams with ice creams
But I just wanted some skittles. HAH
Then I fled the scene like a muh’freakin’ maniac
Rushed so fast and panted like an asthma attack
Got no asthma but something was holding me back
Oh I know, it’s probably my huge ball sac.
It’s bigger than the guy that got balls bigger than Satan
Ran to the North Pole, saw Santa and ate’em
Went to the fireplace, under the stockings and paused
“I got the 50 cent candies like you asked, Mrs. Claus”
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