verb.. is what u do silly...

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(eph)
i imagine the day im too young for social security.
yet too old to function, bipassing my third surgery.
rockin burgandy turtle necks & burberry air nikes.
cause i love the rap culture, like diddy loves ice.


(Kesse)
as i look back at my past, and the choices i was making
doing things i never thought possible, my sanity was breaking
to impress my friends and family, is all i ever wanted
my conscious clouded as their expectations always haunted
hanging with the wrong people, really changed my life
never could go outta my house without a gun or a knife
you do certain things, not realizing they're crimes you commit
thats the first signs of an addiction, you dont want to admit
when you look out only for yourself, unaware you cause harm to others
my family was broken, leaving i forced suicide onto two of my brothers
i didn't know any better, i was willing to go to any length
youth is ignorance, so foolish, i thought i had the strength
everything is falling apart, this is not how i envisioned
but its too late now, no turning back, ive made my decision
and as i continued along, with that one sole intent for success
you realize you need certain skills that you just dont possess
but it didnt matter, i would do anything necessary, go to any extent
i would fullfill my dreams, and too often i was found asleep on cement
finally i woke up, and it was all too clear my life had faded
this miserable path i chose had left me bitter and jaded
and as i stood there in an empty park, broken, poor and lost
i know now that every decision made always has consequential costs
but these lessons dont come easy, neither the right place or time
if i had this knowledge before, my whole life probly woulda been fine
and as i held up that store clerk, you can already guess the prediction
i lay bloody on the floor, dead... as a result of a foul addiction


(eph)
and now im just a memory, lost to 2004.
hope my name is voiced, from euro to american shores.
the older i got, i felt more cornered by questions.
& pledge to excel as death moves closer by seconds.
been taught lessons since i bought my first wessons.
wonder of angels & heavens, wanting whats above...
praying for love & that god will forgive my transgressions.
most of the wise are conservative, i was born liberal.
had a higher gpa than bush & dont consider life political.
saying nations dont starve is like saying BK is digital.
thats why i have an addiction... and my vision will
inspire underground rap, i miss grand master flash.
the spirit that echoes kanye, and backs the aftermath.
who produced more music groups than interscope.
the real mixtape magician...bitter sweet & bitter dope.
well off or broke, i miss so many faces that progessed.
furthered the art & were murdered, still no arrests.
pac gunned down, and was left with more led to the chest
than maimi pd's kevlar vests....saviors of the projects.
had minor differences, most stood with a unity.
with voices loud enough to lift poverty from communities.
removed the burden of racism, left standards to uphold.
so how does a discolsed murder with witnesses unfold?
a story untold...heard rumors & all about the fiction.
its why life goes on its foul addiction, a world untouched souls.

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the Brainstorm

eph

1. As I Recall, feat.

2. Motive For More, feat.

3. Suddle Motion, feat.

4. Throw Em Up, feat.

5. Dear Son, feat.

6. Addicted, feat.

7. That Picture Perfect Moment, feat.

8. Deaths No Elective, feat.

8. State Of Mind, feat.

9. Joy Ride, feat.

10. Wait For You, feat.

11. Genocide 99, feat.

12. What Difference Did I Make, feat.

13. Party Bacardi, feat.

14. Cant Spray Me, feat.

15. From The Slums, feat.

16. Parallel To Hell, feat.


Dropping June 17th.

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'Heart On Ya Sleeve'

its been 9 months, 12 days...and 44 love letters.
since the day we bound our young hearts together.
thought'd be hand in hand forever, then last october
spontanealsy you dialed my number, said it was over.
didnt think id recover, wishin it was all a bad dream.

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I love that grin when you smile.
& I better be the only number you dial.
I know you protecting me now, for my scars you be licking.
Its serious now, ya the only chick that ride in my whip and…
Couldn’t dream of one on the side, its just you and me kissing.
I get tears in my eyes, just the thought of you trippin.
Ma im so into you now,

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* the extended interview... for those very interested members.

diman: What are your current goals, what are your current fears?

DQ: My closest goals at the moment are graduating high school and getting accepted in a university in the USA. I always wanted to study abroad and I will probably major in journalism, communication or English. I change my mind quite often though but I have been thinking about this for a while already so I believe I made final decision now, or at least the direction I want to go with my studies.

Another goal of mine is being able to share my music, my passion with a certain amount of people. I don't know when this time will come and maybe it'll never come but it is definitely something I set my mind to. I will do anything within my power and ability to reach these but if I don't, I won't regret striving for them.

My biggest fear is that I will not be able to achieve anything before I die. I am afraid I won't be able to go where I want to go, to do what I want to do, to be where I want to be, to live how I want to live. There is this aching inside of me which is hard to explain but it feels like I am being restricted in my abilities, as if I am locked up in a golden cage. I have told my parents I do not plan on sticking around for too long but I feel they are not accepting my decision. I'm scared I will be forced to hurt them so as to live my own life but it's my life, I have to live it the way I want to.


diman: You joined February of 04, there must be one thing you’ve learned during your rap verse existence, im curious...to what that might be?

DQ: Well, a few days ago I re-read my very first rap and it was just horrible! It didn’t even rhyme and was filled with clichés as well as basic vocab. By reading a lot of pieces and battles, I elevated so much and I grew as an artist. Many on here helped me without even knowing it and also my English improved heaps for that was my biggest struggle before, the language difference. RV also taught me not to take things so serious sometimes and to be confident, to trust in yourself and your abilities and to not give up.

diman: I cant be the only one In love with DQ’s character....can I call you queen? I mean Queen, I’ve noticed you have so much knowledge, and as an artist I assume you are driven by some force, what is it that makes voicing your opinions so wholehearted?

DQ: Intelligence can be defined in several ways I think because I might get good grades or come over as intelligent but I’m not genius. And if you’d drop me in the middle of Chicago for instance I probably wouldn’t even last a day. I believe everyone can be smart, one way or the other. I learned to respect everyone’s opinion and treat them right unless they do something wrong to me or my loved ones. I just feel I have the right, just like any other human being, to express my thoughts and views on a certain matter and I try to do this in a somewhat understandable way. I do not consider myself smart though, I just know right from wrong and how to word what I’m thinking.


diman: For members that are overwhelmingly underrated, like troop & kesse....what relation do they have to the godly imagery you pour into each of your verses, and still be slept on?

DQ: The only solution to slept on battles in my opinion is to vote on as much as battles yourself and ask to return the favor. If everyone would vote on a certain amount of battles each time they sign on, the inactivity amongst voters wouldn’t be so big I think. I would be a hypocrite if I claimed I voted on battle each day but when I have a battle open, I try to vote more than otherwise. Just vote, vote and keep on voting I suppose while hoping some of those will return the honest favour. I think there should be more voting threads, I opened one myself when I was bored because I knew it would help others.

diman: If you drew a parallel between yourself and Christ, what impression would you most want the world to receive from you, Queen?

DQ: Well, there’s a huge difference between me and Christ in first place rofl…but I’d want people to learn from me that it is okay to be yourself, that you don’t have to worry about what others may think. It’s your life and you have the right to live it the way you want to. I also want them to learn that you can laugh at your own mistakes as long as you learn from them, don’t dwell on the past but live in the present and think about the future. I will quote something a friend once told me: “Shit happens. You step in it. You wipe it off. You walk on.” That’s exactly what I want others to learn from me, there will always be obstacles but you have to stay strong in order to overcome them.

*enjoy and leave feed back in LL

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you a militant kid, matter a fact...the illest it gets.
you in the shadow, like ashlee simps. with timberland kicks.
on the board whispering, could call ya rudyard kipling.

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^ oooh (i dunno if i can post in here), whos in the pic?

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my (foster)brother & his girl.

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through vision mentally & keyboard clickin consistanly...
...my apetite for perfection has become a living memory.
in & out the pententury, so far wasted 1/4 a century.
losin my all, cause im broke of cash & rich of hennessey.

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im truely the illest it gets, often found different than chicks.
use ta' hide in the shadow, like ashlee simpson in timberland kicks.
no winter break gifts, it was all spent on giving the benz lifts.
it felt wrong, having no decorations up in the windows for chris.
walked out with an innocent kiss. bitter hearted of all i was battling.
ma stormed out with shivering lips, ready to throw the towel in.
i mean, pap was nice. but you could never get the truth out of him.

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