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Yeah, i really can't see Jeff doing the cameo...but at the same time, this dosen't exactly sound like the kinda movie that people actually saw, hence it not being known. The guy who told me is the guy who listened 2 JJ+FP growing up years b4 he met me. Shortly after we met, but didn't really know each other at the time, he drove up 2 the theater we worked at bumping the SoulPower '98 Remix of "Summertime." This is also the guy who went 2 see the taping of Will Smith: Back In Black w/ me 2 summers ago and talked 2 Jeff at the after party. So i'm hoping he's right.

This is from popmatters.com -------- Play it To The Bone Director: Ron Shelton Cast: Antonio Banderas, Woody Harrelson, Lolita Davidovich, Lucy Liu, Tom Sizemore, Robert Wagner (Touchstone Pictures, 2000) Rated: R by Cynthia Fuchs PopMatters Film and TV Editor e-mail this article This Epic Battle Two grown men, best friends and romantic rivals, beat the **** out of each other for money. It doesn't sound like much of a plot. But narrative intricacies have never much interested writer-director Ron Shelton, who has not been shy in talking about the conception and production history of his new film, Play it to the Bone. As Shelton tells it, he proceeded with the project absent major-studio funding; instead, in search of some "honesty," he quickly wrote a script based on a true story, quickly cast it and then quickly shot it. The whole shebang — from story idea to wrap — was done in six months. You could call this process efficient. You could call it daring or hip or "independent." You could also call it practical. In any case, Play It To the Bone seems a function of Shelton's general attitude toward the biz. No stranger to the pressures of Hollywood, he has often resisted big-stakes hoopla in favor of offbeat topics and treatments (for examples, Blaze or Cobb, both engagingly imperfect movies about grand but flawed real-life figures). Still, he has friends in Tinseltown (some of whom, like Rod Stewart and Tony Curtis, make cameo appearances in this film's climactic boxing scene, set in that other another glitz-center, Vegas), and a realistic sense of what he can do well. This includes making entertaining and insightful movies about sports, in particular, male sports, with emphasis on the anger, anxiety, courage, and sexuality that infuse such sports. In his earlier sports pictures — Bull Durham, White Men Can't Jump, Tin Cup, and Cobb — Shelton revealed the emotional and sometimes existential experiences of professional athletes, people often dismissed by the general public as overpaid and under-intelligent. Shelton likes his subjects, even an apparent monster like Ty Cobb, and makes it his business to display their complexities, make them vulnerable and arrogant, talented and troubled, and, on occasion, provide them with charismatic women partners (Rosie Perez as the Jeopardy winner in White Men, and of course, Susan Sarandon as a Walt Whitman fan named Annie in Bull Durham). The new movie is both less and more of the same thing. That is, Play It To the Bone looks closely at power dynamics between macho guys and at the same time, can't seem to get its mind around the ways those dynamics both reflect and broad-based cultural pathologies. Its protagonists are two pro boxers, sparring partners in a beat gym in LA. Madrid-born Cesar Dominguez (Antonio Banderas) and good ol' boy Vince Boudreau (Woody Harrelson) are hard-bodied and tightly wired, anxious enough to get on with their stalled careers that they accept an invitation to fill in the suddenly vacant undercard fight at yet another Mike Tyson "Fight Of The Century." (The spots are vacant because the scheduled contenders succumb to two of the more flagrant excesses of almost making it, drugs and fast cars.) It's not to Vince or Cesar's credit that they're so easy to tap, but their desperation is exactly what scuzzy promoters Joe Domino (Tom Sizemore) and his partner Artie (Richard Masur) are counting on. Indeed, the "boys" say yes, even given the condition that they need to be in Vegas by 6pm that day and there's no cash for airfare. Then they tap their ex-girlfriend Grace Pasic (Lolita Davidovich), for a ride in her 1972 Olds 442 convertible and natch, she says okay. Road trip! This set-up puts the threesome in simultaneously close and moving quarters, beautifully accented by the car's lime-green paint job, for the bulk of the film's 124 minutes running time. Of course, they engage in conversations that reveal much about their characters and philosophies: Grace, who is Vince's ex when they begin and breaks up with Cesar while they're on the road, appears to be looking for a man who'll do right by her, that is, support her emotionally as well as financially. This doesn't quite explain her attachment to either Vince or Cesar, but it does establish her as a rather mundane man's version of a woman. This point about Grace is underlined when, the trio picks up Lia (Lucy Liu, of Ally McBeal's "lesbian kiss" fame), who agrees to pay their truck-stop restaurant bill in exchange for a ride to Vegas. Lia's wily and lovely, quite aware of her evidently irresistible sexuality; that is, she doesn't so much walk around in her miniskirts, as she slithers and entices. Liu is getting paid these days for playing the Exotic Asian Chick, as she's done it repeatedly (in addition to Ally McBeal, Payback and True Crime, and she's recently been cast as the "ethnic" Charlie's Angel). It's no surprise that she's winning acclaim playing characters at once stale and stunning, but the meanings of these characters, how they work for viewers, are hardly fixed. In interviews, Liu describes herself as expanding possibilities for Asian actors, but the case can be made that her roles reinforce all kinds of stereotypes. Play It To the Bone treats Liu-as-Lia in a particularly asinine way: her central function seems to be bringing the threesome together after igniting fights among them. In the car, she shows off her body, smokes dope, inquires about harder drugs, flirts with Cesar, ****s Vince behind a gas station (on top of the dead tires), and then, worst of all, makes a crack about Grace's age. You may have seen the outcome of this episode in the movie's trailer: Grace punches Lia full in the jaw and sniffs, "I don't like you either!" Apparently, someone thinks this is a joke that will draw audiences., the sturdy white woman belting the hell out of the young, lithe interloper. It's not unlike the scenes that audience approval on Jerry Springer, but perhaps this is exactly what the filmmakers are anticipating, an identification with the "good" Grace, structured by a dramatic contrast with the pesky youngster. This (reductive) generational conflict also informs the film's central relationship, between Cesar and Vince. This would be seem to be the place where the film lays bare the cultural impositions on men's friendships, their strained loyalties and moralities. According to generic decrees — road movie, buddy movie, fight movie — this friendship must be fraught and volatile before it can be secure. This occurs in their initial fighting over Grace (her name is so heavy-handedly symbolic that it starts to feel like a hammer slam every time someone says it). And as the trip continues, they fight over whose career is in worse shape, who cheated when or whom, who's the best lover, who's the best fighter, not to mention Vince's visions of Christ, who occasionally appears (say, at a truckstop) to offer silent advice, which Vince then tries desperately to interpret. That you see Christ with him ensures that you won't judge him for such apparent lapses in sanity. The topic that makes them most crazy with each other is, predictably, homosexuality. Since, as boxers, they spend so much of their lives in homosocial situations (like soldiers or football players), Vince and Cesar work overtime to assert their heterosexuality, narrating their bedroom exploits (here, by repeating to each other tales of their love for Grace or their experiences with other, less respectable girls) and adventures in heteronormalizing violence. Such exchanges are familiar territory for Shelton: his "buddies" (Costner and Tim Robbins, Harrelson and Wesley Snipes, Costner and Cheech Marin) confront and sorta work through their uneasiness by affirming their preference for the opposite sex, and by displays of hostility and brutality, in varying degrees. This is the well-known way of the macho world, and Shelton's films have repeatedly illustrated its conventionality, conformity, and basis in fear. In Play It To the Bone, the topic erupts when Cesar says that he has had a "homosexual experience" some years back, a confession that send Vince into spasms of identity crisis: if het chum Cesar might acknowledge and act on same-sex desire, what does that say about: a) their friendship, and b) Vince's assumptions about his (or anyone else's) own desires? What if gay desire isn't abnormal, but part of a continuum of yearning and resisting, looking and not looking, imagining and shutting down? What if it's inherent in the vaunted arena of sports, a.k.a. public male contact, of which boxing would be a — if not the — prime example? Though the film seems to offer Vince's horror as comedy, it's hardly a stretch to make connections between this intimate moment (as they share histories and apprehensions) and the ferocious Vegas bout that closes the film, so protracted and painful that it is described by one attending reporter as "this epic battle." Neither scene resolves the men's relationship; instead, both muddle it immensely, by showing that their mutual trust only becomes visible to them as they violate it, by lying and emotional grappling, as much as by physically abusing one another. The fight is endless: slow motioned and bloody and repetitive, with the ostensible conclusion being, the more they beat each other up, the more they realize that they really, really like each other. It's a long ride to get here.

My friend (and fellow JJ+FP fan) told me that he recently saw a movie that features a cameo by Jazzy Jeff. Since he's a big JJ+FP fan, i think it's pretty safe 2 take his word 4 it and that he's not mistaking this. The movie is called Play It To The Bone. He told me about this movie earlier 2nite and i just bugged him when he got online and this is what he said before he had 2 get off. AJ: hey, what movie did u say had that Jazzy Jeff cameo? Russ: ahh, play it to the bone AJ: and what happens in the scene he's in? Russ: play it to the bone, he's one of the celebs at the fight Russ: funny thing is Russ: its a tyson fight AJ: HA!! what year? Russ: ummm, its a few years old, its the one with ANTONIO banderas and woody harrelson Russ: where they are friends, who have to fight each other

This news is actually about a week old but i never posted it cuz the details are schetchy. The original newz waz that they signed a deal 4 a reality show where they search 4 a replacement, record some trax, and tour with the winner. However, TLC has said many times that there is no replacing her and that they would probably leave TLC where it is with 3D. After this news got out and freaked out TLC fans everwhere, more news came out saying that they are doing a reality show but that they wern't replacing her and that there waz no details about what the show would be about. TLC hasn't said anything about this so i'm not taking any of it 2 seriously until i hear it from them. I'd like them 2 continue as a group, but it looks like they are just gonna do the greatest hits thing, possibly do a farwell tour, then work on solo project (but they were gonna work on TV projects 2gether). Since Arista closed their doors, the greatest hits album waz put on hault after the cancelled release date. In other newz, T-Boz is getting a divorce from Mack 10 saying that he waz an awful father and very abusive 2 her.

I saw Spider-Man 2 2nite and guess what trailor just happens 2 play 1st...I, Robot. Of course it looked great and it seemed 2 keep the attention of the packed theater. This waz also good cuz i went with a group of 9 people and i think it hyped them all 2 go and see this movie as a group (but with more people). Spider-Man 2 may be the biggest movie of the summer, but it's cool that they put I, Robot in the beginning even tho' it's being considered compitition 4 the movie. The other trailors were so bad or pointless that I, Robot is the only one memorable and the theater already had tons of posters 4 it up.

Thanx 4 the newz!!! Looks like Will can't keep himself away from the mic..AND HE DOSEN"T EVEN HAVE A NEW ALBUM OUT!!

I think Bizarre tries 2 be alot of things...but he sucks at all of them. Sometimes he tries 2 write like Eminem...but the stuff Eminem isn't really shocking anymore...so when he tries 2 do it, it just sounds like he's trying 2 be like Eminem when he used 2 say shocking stuff...but it leaves no effect on the listener. Trying 2 be something u aren't is the worst thing anybody associated with Hip-Hop or Rap could do. Sadly, that's what most rappers do. That's why they are a joke 2 me. When u listen 2 Fresh Prince, L.L. Cool J, Guru, Talib Kweli, Biz Markie, Young Rome, Twista, OutKast, Nick Cannon, Kanye West, Queen Latifah, and so on...u are getting the real person in the music. That's what it's all about. I rather listen 2 a rapper with weaker skills who be's themselves in their music than a sucka on the mic with ill skills but trys 2 be something they are not. If u check the Billboard Top 10, u often find those who don't be themselves AND have no skill at all. :oops:

I waz out but i'll catch the reruns. I really wanted 2 see it. At least now i know what 2 look 4. I'm gonna try 2 catch an old skool concert next month featuring Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick, + Biz Markie.

Spike Lee wazn't passed over for ALI. Will came and talked 2 him asking about his vision for the movie and their visions were different so Will didn't want him 2 do it. Spike Lee is definitly bitter but i don't blame him either. Spike shouldn't be 2 mad, after all, he wouldn't have been able 2 make his movie Get On The Bus without Will being one of the people who finacially backed it's production.

I remember u guys talking about that. I'd love 2 know the connection of "Boom! Shake The Room" with KFC tho.' They probably had someone else rapping the song so that they didn't have 2 spend as much money 2 get the real song. Waz the beat the official instrumental or might it have been generic 2?

I have a feeling that Will has 'the album' finished but that until he is ready 2 drop it and/or finds a label, he'll keep recording. There 2 things we definitly know thru' the recording process of this album. 1. Will is seriously tryna make this album his best ever (who records so much 4 one album without releasing ANYTHING) and 2, he really dose love music. So many people he's now this actor who just records every once in awhile just 2 do it. People can't say that anymore, his 1st love really is music. If all the stuff he's created over the past year and a half is that good, he should look in2 dropping a double album.

I don't know how i feel about that. When he worked with Starter, that waz cool...but KFC?!?!?

Just cuz Tra-Knox is on Born To Reign dosen't mean that it's lyrically weak...it just means there is less rapping on it since he waz sharing some of the limelight. He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper had alot of DJ trax...dose that make it lyrically weak. The lyrics on Born To Reign are definitly on point. It's just the sound that many of us would like tweaked. Oh yeah, Jim...the reason "Candy" and "All About You" sound similar is cuz they both sample Cameo's song "Candy"...ha ha...just like Mariah Carey did with "Loverboy" and 100 other artists. It's one of the most heavily sampled songs ever. The beat just naturally has a feel-good kinda vibe, that's why the song waz a hit and why so many people sample it.

Havn't we known he waz still working on music anyway?? Anyways, Timbaland is one of my favorite modern producers and i can't wait 2 hear something created by the both of them. I got Brandy's new album 2day and Timbaland is all over it (replacing Rodney Jerkins' place) and the result is great. I waz surprised that 2 artists like themselves who have strong images already in place can blend the way they do. I like all the stuff on Timbaland's (+ Magoo's albums) and think they are amoungst the best of modern Hip-Hop albums so this is real music 2 my ears if Will chooses 2 work with people outside of A Touch of Jazz. I think their chemistry is will be blazing cuz Timbaland coming from VA has that mid-east coast vibe Will grew up with. They both have a crazy sense of humor and make respectable music. Timbaland has a strong old skool background that not alot of people know about. I'm just happy 2 hear that newz!! "Willows Is A Player" sounded kinda inspired by Timbaland's sound.

There's a interview where the interviewer talks about Will contrasting 2 the room they were in at the time. He waz in jeans and a shirt lounging on a sofa and he didn't look like he belonged in the room cuz it waz so upscale...ha ha. I think it waz from the 1997 US interview.

I've never seen picks of his house. Only like parts of the backyard/pool. And maybe one pic taken inside. U think the way that they have the "press" bugging them, we'd see more of it. Now that i think about it, i remember reading that they have it fenced off...which would decrease the amount of slimy photographers who would try getting pix of the house.

Reading the lyrics and hearing the song are 2 different things...but here's the lyrics 2 the battle. Maybe one of music-online freaks can find snippets or the entire songs online and link them here. PARENTAL ADVISORY: EXPLICT LYRICS [color=blue]"4, 3, 2, 1" [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on anybody who ain't close enough to **** on Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it [LL Cool J] When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up) The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur How dare you step up in my dimension Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue I'ma do this **** for free this time this one's for fun Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard") Every little boy wanna pick up the mic and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight Snappin, you ameteur MC's Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh) In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up) Now let's get back to this mic on my arm If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize And I'm daring every MC in the game to play yourself out position, and mention my name I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time[/color] __________ [color=orange]Second Round Knockout (Extended Version) [Mike Tyson] Hey Mike Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here Yo Canibus your main objective out here is to do nuttin but eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch, breakfast Hey man they been playin me all my life man You know I won a title a couple a times did right No but they can't hurt us man We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves Let me show you how to handle this li'l nigga [Verse One - Canibus] Yo I'ma let the world know the truth! You don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals after mine That's a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you platinum, you only droppin clues I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched the footnotes, 'bout how you used to sniff coke Frontin like a drug free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showin off your body cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills Mad at me cause I kick that **** real niggas feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels >From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z Now you wanna **** with me? You must be crazy! You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga! [Referee] - (Canibus in parentheses) Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right there (Yo, get off me man) We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the blue trunks (Yo, yo get the **** off me man) If I see one more of those, you're outta here brotha (Yo get out my way man, yo he started this ****) You understand? (**** you!) You'll be disqualified (I'll bite that nigga again!) Stop bein a bitch (Get the **** off me man!) We came to see a fight [Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus man you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch ass niggaz hangin out wit me man We're warriors man, when we go into battle we come out, or don't come out at all! [Verse Two - Canibus] Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse That **** was the worse, rhyme I ever heard in my life Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul rest in peace kid It's because of him now at least I know What Beef is It's not what I would call this, see this is something different A faggot nigga trying to make a living off of dissing Somebody that he's got to know is better than him but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse, **** it, I'll let you kick em all I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw naw he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself trained to run 20 miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack ****tit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it? **** that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In You and I'ma make the world see it too, mother****er! [Verse Three - Canibus] I'll battle you on the net I'll battle you in the flesh I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect I'll battle you for the respect I'll battle you over a blank check I'll battle you with a gun to my neck 'Cause battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me We can battle in Hot 97's lobby Constantly battling, out in the streets Or Battle of The Beats, we can let Angie referee Inside the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tense Armed with shanks waiting for the battle commence Ladies and gents, pick up the phone and call in the side with the highest ?pennant and decide the wench? Lowest versus the highest, I'll start a riot You're a virus, you run around screaming "Stop The Violence!" I rip mics tighter than pliers You say you the greatest of all time? You're a liar, your time's expired You no longer have what Hip Hop requires, so retire!!![/color] __________ [color=red]The Ripper Strikes Back We just gon have some fun with hip hop A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats Oh yeah this is a Tunnel banger too Word up, Tunnel banger baby Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight Famous for getting ****ed by a stick of dynamite You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep The overlord of rap will never meet defeat Pain and agony, I don't touch them zones ****ing everlasting lyrical methods is my throne Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga Held down my crown for a decade and a half Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson For some Affirmative Action Chorus: Can-I-Bus ! Yes you can! Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds Talk about my book you bought to read You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down Next time, save that **** for the Lyricist's Lounge Or a House Party, where you can battle some clown On top of all that, I beat your homeless ass down Heard that convicted rapist on the record too Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo) You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF! Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord Talkin bout my first and second and third born Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off From the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp Who thought he had to retire but found a new Canibus to hire You're hardcore, innocence like Heather Hunter But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust Nigga in Todd we trust Chorus Now break it down for me ! See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's in hip-hop, word up, no bull**** Oh I ain't done yet You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track Where you at? Smokin in some one room flat Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come back Never that, nigga my size is unlimited Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test When you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop You goin out --- ahh **** it, you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic Career be over next year, yeah I said it Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed MUTHA****A, where's a rhyme when you need it? First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it You said that same bull**** at House of Blues Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse That's you, yeah nigga I'm goin at you Stop basin', and you can be a role model too Diss my moms, who's the real Rap Don ? Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ? Who's got solid gold Grammy's that say Todd while you dropped verses at niggas' proms Faggot, you better battle number two Cause number one, got his title locked down son The King of all rappers that ever graced the stage or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin) Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform your thought process, when my pen gets erect Warning, all MC's better retreat Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street Better run and get the Fugees Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his ****in mic on Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son) Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga Chorus " Now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "[/color]__________ [color=purple]What's Clef (Got To Do With It) (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator If you need help, try, try again Try, try again [Wyclef Jean] I got it started to my face I got it started to my face, right? What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation? Ha, ha, ha You gotta be kiddin'! You call my name four times on a record? Heh, heh! (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove" Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson You write about being a veteran, but not a legend Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya A new episode where the student kills the teacher Any last words before I send you to your dream? Hold my hands and pray [lyrics in Creole] You don't got knowledge yourself So you don't know what that mean, a'ight? Who suped you up to do the record in the first place? It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls Under the conference room table When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL I worked too hard, for this life is serious This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats" You're weak nigga! (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Yo, this my question [The Product] What's your question? [Chorus] What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a Bob Marley impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? Tell your ghost writers, "Go write something better" (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [Wyclef Jean] Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh Here we go-o, uh-oh Every two records you do scenario You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1" You got out done by Canibus the young gun Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean Not knowing that you callin' fire for your cremation Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool" Kids wet too who do the pool Let bells ring like Sunday school L.L. Cool J is hard as hell? So hard at night he's Jezebel I heard the teller, Himmemel How you think he wrote the song? Rock the bells! [The Product] Yo, Clef I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid This is real! [Wyclef Jean] Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I’ll turn green Your marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed Knowing damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed I even got the Devil worshippers sayin', "God bless" You star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source" You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair loss The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his death The next time, you wanna dis me for kicks Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick your lips, bitch! (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again [The Product] Rest in peace! [Chorus] What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a muscle man impostor What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? Watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it [Naomi Campbell] Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack L.L., why don't you just give up? (Phone Rings) [Phone Voice Sample] If you need help, try, try again Try again If you need help, try, try again Try, try again[/color] __________ [color=red]Rasta Imposter Intro: What you got to do with it? What the **** you talkin about? What the **** you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? **** wrong with you? Like you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your ****in insane or something. (You ****in wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) [Verse One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think **** is sweet That busy signal bull**** is dead up in the street Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce On when heard your man's wack **** and went to take up his Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore And stood on every corner like a liquor store Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm ill? Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill? When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga I send the wolves to kill that nigga If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that nigga Michael Jordan of all this rap ****, pullin the trigger What the ****? You on a mission to self-destruct And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im Chorus L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga One on one or round up the crews nigga But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigga You know the rules nigga! *repeat* [Verse Two] Queens ****, give me cream so I can grab my dick Sew that ****, what the **** y'all niggas workin with? Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique A real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips Can't believe you went there, no I know you a bitch Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga So what you talkin bout? That ****s supposed to be hot? Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block? I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up and your tint's passed the limit So they don't know a faggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did this to you Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, never quit, and my money's long Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips Constantly involvin my name with that bull****! Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand So I can describe the picture with both hands You must not understand who's in command I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad bland Chorus [Verse Three] I'll cut your ****in head off and leave it on your mom's dresser Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor? I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under pressure I don't stress ya, yet still I must check ya Extort niggas for gettin ****ed up, stop and inspect ya **** wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me" Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin **** Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for chips I originated all this **** The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel Mic's my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea The King of Hiphop is something you could never be My crown you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory I'm the double L, capital C, double O With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown What the **** wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga? You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something **** wrong with you?[/color] __________ [color=orange]Rip the Jacker Calling all dogs, calling all dogs Be on the look out for a big homo nigga with dimples And I'ma let y'all know somethin', it ain't just start here We've been preyin' on that ass since "Jack the Ripper" And now its time to rip it to the jacker (ahhhhhhhhhhh .....) [Verse 1] No rapper could rap quite like I can You know who the **** I am, I'm the canibus man I had to rock to a beat like this to show you That I'm iller then the future, the present, and the old you I told you, wish you could take it all back don't you Tried to smoke some canibus but canibus smoked you Calling yourself the greatest is something you don't do Cause after I humiliate you what will the G.O.A.T. do You can't rap or act my main man You goin' end up as an intern working for Def Jam See you was never bad enough to battle with Canibus You out of luck, I crushed you the minute I got tatted up And every lie you told just added up cause you wasn't man enough To be fair, but I'm mad a **** and I've had enough Jack the ripper or I'ma rip the jacker Rape a rapper with a classic from his own masters You're dead [Verse 2] There's a rumor going around that I got dropped 200,000 albums sold at 10 dollars a pop 300,000 albums were shipped, you do the math Thats 3 million in 3 months so kiss my ass All these magazines tried to steamroll me to death Guess what, the G.O.A.T. ain't platinum and neither is 'Clef And I'm still here, inspite of all that **** them niggaz said The skinny kid, the music industry's guinea pig Tighter then ever, world's chief mic recka Tougher then reverend run's mutha****in' leatha I'm hardcore, cum shot right in your wife's face You soft porn, you held hands on the first date See when you was making records like I need love Your homie Cornell was givin' it to you up the butt Plus I heard Simone was the high school slut And she learned how to **** before she knew how to cuss Nigga you're dead [Verse 3] You married a slut and had kids with her to cover up your hustle You and your man Russell made a better couple Your probably mad as ****, wondering where I got the information from Your being watched even when you take a dump Its impossible to front, you can't hide The chairs at your label got ears and the walls got eyes Your living one big lie the world just don't know You take a polygraph test that **** would probably explode The truth is mr. smith you got a ****ed up attitude God knows that I pitty your fans for backing you Yo, this be the realest **** I ever wrote You should change your mutha****in' name from G.O.A.T. to G.L.O.A.T. The Greatest Liar Of All Time that cannot rhyme That cannot shine as long as I'm alive Your prime ended 8 months before '99 And that microphone on your arm will always be mine Nigga you're dead [Verse 4] I told you to leave it alone, but you was too stubborn Now your in a world where the hunter becomes the hunted Your wife is scared cause she don't want to lose a husband And somebody keeps paging you putting 4321 in You can't sleep at night thinking about the drama **** stains all up in your phat farm pijamas Even f.u.b.u. gear looks hot until it touches you Probably because your father undoubtedly butt-****ed you Mama said knock who out? I'll punch that bitch in the mouth Cause she don't know what she talking about Ay yo, do me a favor when you see your ghostwriters Tell them the rhymes they wrote for you should have been a lot tighter You could have asked me, I'll write you some lines I'll do anything for the greatest loser of all time You still drippin' with wack juice 'cause you wack nigga If you want the last word you can have it, I'm still iller You're dead[/color] __________ [color=red]Back Where I Belong [adlib] Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack Yo, Yea, Check it ok, alright, huh ok [Verse 1] The other night I was up at Farmers, politican wit some bloods They told me "yo L, in the streets you aint gettin no Love And Ever since the X's and the Jiggas came out my niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth **** you talk about What's Up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out Why you didn't answer back correctly, **** was that about?" as I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things about the life of a legend, and all the Drama it brings been gone a long time, had a lot of **** on my mind I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine Streets is Hip-hop and I'm Hip-Hop, so the streets is Mine Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time Hard to Stay hungry when your pockets are so fat You hit a hot one in every city on the map And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap [Chorus][Ja Rule] It feels so good to be back Where I Belong The Streets is Where I Belong They Had me locked down much too long Hey Hey [Verse 2] Some Say "L that's cool, but see times have changed" Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range That gold **** is dead, niggas rock platinum chains Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne Hustling niggas found they way into the game Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from Def aint safe I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics and force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bull**** Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album And Totally ****ed it up, I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot, when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey, but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy, I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared, I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet, How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time I heard your second album, that **** is garbage too LL Cool J and I did this to you On that note he said "Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love And Drove off in the Lex Land [adlib] Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha You know what I'm sayin?, all that bull**** you was talking Dont mean ****, you finish now I'm still the man nigga the vanguard award is in my mother****in living room You know what I mean? come get that ****, ****, what MIC still on my arm nigga, word up Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga You Know what I'm sayin, this LL you know how I get down You should of known, when you did it He probably did it to get some fame but is this really what you want? Hahahahahahahha[/color]

!!!yad-B yppaH

I don't think Canibus won...cuz i never heard a reply from him after "The Ripper Strikes Back." I'm sure he said stuff...but it waz never heard except by the 7 people who have gone out and supported his more recent stuff. I think L.L.'s answers 2 Canibus were hilarious...beyond trash talking...L.L. waz having fun with it rather than taking it real serious. I heard alot of Canibus' early stuff and i just don't like it. The production waz weak, his voice annoyed me, i didn't like his flow...and while he did have some clever lyrics, i think he waz overrated at the time cuz they really didn't stand out 2 me. I'm not calling him Ludacris or anything but he just never impressed me. L.L. still went after him on G.O.A.T. also. I think that kinda finished it all off. I just think he's a whiney lil' punk cuz after his 1st album flopped commercially, he attacked Wyclef. Wyclef had his back, got him recognized, helped him get most of his fanbase, put his album 2gether...DID EVERYTHING 4 HIM...then he dissed him. I look at it this way, Wyclef is a big hit maker...look at his solo career, not 2 mention giving Pras his only big hit and making hits for John Forte and City High. If Wyclef can make hits with all these people who were new artists at the time, why couldn't Canibus make a hit when he already had a buzz about him. That just tells me he can't deliver what people really wanna hear. I also don't think L.L. had 2 respond 2 him...but when he took Canibus' verse on "4,3,2,1" as diss on song 4 his own album, it gave him a good reason 2 take a shot at him. Then, after making a stupid move as a new jack rapper taking on a vet...L.L. just laffed since he didn't have anything at steak and tore him apart cuz he waz hungry 2. Did Canibus ever answer "The Ripper Strikes Back" cuz i'd love 2 hear it. I heard Wyclef's answer 2 "Rasta Impasta" on his freestyle on one of Tony Touch's mistapes and it waz pretty wack.

I remember reading that when the album 1st came out. Thanx 4 posting it again. Born To Reign is very much a summertime album for me. Of all the times i've listened 2 it for long periods of time, 90% of it has been in the summertime. His other albums kinda serve a certain season 4 me, but Born To Reign strongly sounds better 2 me in the summertime. Just listening 2 it takes me back 2 the summer of 2002. I think it's u-neek sound which makes some people think it's his worst album is what makes me associate with the summertime so much.

Awhile back, alot of us would be on AOL Instant Messenger so it waz easy 2 have chats thru' AOL and schedule chats. If anyone has AIM, then list your name here so we can be on each others Buddy Lists and go from there. djsilvertiger, the west coast is 3 hours behind the east coast...for instance, it's about 1 a.m. here...so it's about 10 p.m. where u are. It wouldn't be a problem for me 2 visit the chat around 6 or 7 p.m. except i usually don't spend nites at the crib...if i'm not working, i'm always out.

I'll try 2 pop in around midnight this week as much as i can.

Hey, I've talked about these b4 and if anyone is interested in these let me know ASAP. For those of u who are interested in getting their hands on the Will Smith Austria "Freakin' It" CD single which has the Album Version, the similar House Mix, the Instrumental to the House Mix AND "HOLLA BACK," now is the time. For those that don't know, "Holla Back" is a song Will completed shortly after dropping Willennium and it's not included on any album. It actually one of the best songs he's ever recorded and copies of this are kinda rare. I can also hook a few people who with various Tatyana Ali CD import singles. The "Daydreamin'" ones feature various remixes on them (one version has the b-side "Never Leave You Lonely"...not on any album). The "Boy You Knock Me Out" singles feature the remix with a verse from Will (and various remixes). I can also probably find a few "Just Cruisin'" CD singles which feature the ultra-smooth Trackmasters Remix. Import CD singles for about $10 and sometimes more and are usually hard 2 finding depending on where u live and how old they are (all of these are at least 3 years old.) Why i can get a few more of the "Freakin' It" CD singles, the Tatyana Ali ones are running low and if i get these for people, i need to do it within the next 2 days. I can get these singles brand new and still stealed at a decent price so if u let me know, i can ship one to you for a total of $10 (covering the CD, packaging, shipping, and handling). I'll have to ask for $2 extra dollars from people who live overseas. And if u want more than one, let me know so i can see how much it'll cost. So that i can get them at the discount price, please let me know your interest in them NOW. If u are someone who dosen't know me well, u can ask other members on this board since i've hooked many of them up in the past. I don't rip people off. I will take payments of US cash thru' the mail or payments thru' PayPal. If u have any ?uestions or are interested, let me know ASAP so that i can get these at the discount price 4 u. Just contact me thru' a Private Message on this board or e-mail me thru' my Profile. p.s. For those of u who i already picked up stuff but u havn't sent your payements, get a hold of me cuz i have the singles ready 2 go.

Happy B-Day!!!!!

[quote=lambertj3,Jun 28 2004, 08:18 AM]top dawg you call wanksta pop? no thats gangsta, 21 questions is r&b , none of them songs are pop, what ja rule does is pop . Have you seen 50 dress up like grease for a music video? now to the vote benzino is trash (becuz he dissed my boy 50)[/quote] I don't think any of these guys are pop, they just make Rap 4 the mainstream with no consider of it's real roots. I don't like Ja-Rule, but who cares if he based a music video off Grease. I think the IDEA of it waz great, but Murder Inc. sucked at pulling it off. Another thing, thinking an artist sucks becuz they dissed your favorite artist is the stupidest thing i've ever heard. Kool Moe Dee and Wyclef dissed L.L. in the past (one of my top favs)...but that dosen't mean i'ma stop liking them and their music....that's just silly.