Originally Posted by One Man Band

around, I guess?.......... Was that an insult?
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Where were you in the 80's? .... Not being alive yet?

Originally Posted by Pop Lotty

exactly, and even I recognized the track.

Originally Posted by One Man Band

Sooo... You've heard that particular biggie track. What to you want me to do? .. Give you a medal?

You said before that I cant speak on anything hip hop related, just because I heard the talib kweli track similar to biggs one, and when kryo posted up a bunch of lyrics that quite frankly were pretty average, I didnt recognize them to be some biggie track about crack...

Thats crazy. You're trying to assert some sort of superiority over me just because youve heard a song I havent?

Cant blame you though... sounds like something a 13-14 year old kid would do.

Originally Posted by Pop Lotty

look at this fag getting all emotional.

'dont say im not hip hope dude'

even 9th degree knew what track it was, and he's a white boy from Chicago...

you clowned yaself coming in here tryna make niggas look bad and shit
'my dad talib said that'

Originally Posted by Pop Lotty

dont say im not hip hope dude

Originally Posted by Pop Lotty

Fuck Australia.

Originally Posted by Nostradamus

Oh sure...

If you like aids...

Originally Posted by Kryogenix

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