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da musst du dich ja auskennenJigger schrieb:
also ich glaube KEINER aus dem Forum kann sich in einen reichen Menschen hineinversetzen, Jay-Z liebt einfach die Musik und wenn man das Album nicht hatet wegen irgendwas irgendjemandem, dann merkt man das hat HERZ das Album !!! Wieso sollte man auch seinen Job hinwerfen, wenn man genug Geld hat
manche lieben ihren Job und machen den gerne und manche haten weil sie gerne haten !!!Kingdom Come
So nach dem 10 mal hören oder so, wollte ich auch was zu schreiben
01. Prelude:
Der Beat is sehr ruhig und eigentlich gut geeignet für ein Intro,
aber irgendwie weiß mich der (noch) nicht wirklich zu überzeugen.
02. Oh My God:
Da hat Blaze wieder eine Bombe rausgehauen, genau das was ich so
an ihm liebe und Jigga kommt so krass rüber über den Beat. dickes Teil!!!
03. Kingdom Come:
Beat 1A, Raps 1A, Track 1A!!!
04. Show Me What You Got:
Ja und hier kann ich nur sagen das mich dieser Song schon im vorfeld
eher enttäuscht hat, is leider nicht so ganz mein fall.
05. Lost One:
So der erste Dre-Beat, sehr chilliges ding vom Doc, super Song!!!
06. Do You Wanna Ride:
Das nenne ich wieder mal ein großes Stück Musik, so will ich YE immer haben!!!
07. 30 Something:
Der zweite Dre-Beat, sehr schönes Teil und der bietet Jigga schön raum
finde ich, is 'n richtig schöner Song geworden!!!
08. I Made It:
Der erinnert mich sehr an die Blueprint 1 Zeit, schöner Track!!!
09. Anything:
Stylischer Neptunes-Beat, nur der Track flasht mich leider nicht so!!!
10. Hollywood:
Das is wieder genau was für mich, Traumpaar Knowles & Carter!!!
11. Trouble:
Das 'n Brett von Beat, Bombe, da stimmt alles, krasser Song!!!
12. Dig A Hole:
Wow, das 'ne Bombe, sowas hab ich eigentlich von anfang an erwartet!!!
13. Minority Report:
Der Dre-Beat is unglaublich und Jigga kommt so hammer rüber,
einer der besten Songs auf dem Album!!!
14. Beach Chair:
So, das is für mich mit abstand das geilste überhaupt auf dem Album,
mal was ganz neues, Coldplay Sänger Chris Martin und Jigga, unglaublich,
die Raps hier drauf sind einfach nur... Wow, der beat nicht zu beschreiben
und dann noch der hook-teil, einfach nur ein stück Klassik!!!
ich finds geil, gibt paar Tracks die einfach krass sind aber auch mittelmäßige dinge,
wenn ich es vergleichen müsste würde ich es in die Blueprint One ecke stecken!!!
So nach dem 10 mal hören oder so, wollte ich auch was zu schreiben
01. Prelude:
Der Beat is sehr ruhig und eigentlich gut geeignet für ein Intro,
aber irgendwie weiß mich der (noch) nicht wirklich zu überzeugen.
02. Oh My God:
Da hat Blaze wieder eine Bombe rausgehauen, genau das was ich so
an ihm liebe und Jigga kommt so krass rüber über den Beat. dickes Teil!!!
03. Kingdom Come:
Beat 1A, Raps 1A, Track 1A!!!
04. Show Me What You Got:
Ja und hier kann ich nur sagen das mich dieser Song schon im vorfeld
eher enttäuscht hat, is leider nicht so ganz mein fall.
05. Lost One:
So der erste Dre-Beat, sehr chilliges ding vom Doc, super Song!!!
06. Do You Wanna Ride:
Das nenne ich wieder mal ein großes Stück Musik, so will ich YE immer haben!!!
07. 30 Something:
Der zweite Dre-Beat, sehr schönes Teil und der bietet Jigga schön raum
finde ich, is 'n richtig schöner Song geworden!!!
08. I Made It:
Der erinnert mich sehr an die Blueprint 1 Zeit, schöner Track!!!
09. Anything:
Stylischer Neptunes-Beat, nur der Track flasht mich leider nicht so!!!
10. Hollywood:
Das is wieder genau was für mich, Traumpaar Knowles & Carter!!!
11. Trouble:
Das 'n Brett von Beat, Bombe, da stimmt alles, krasser Song!!!
12. Dig A Hole:
Wow, das 'ne Bombe, sowas hab ich eigentlich von anfang an erwartet!!!
13. Minority Report:
Der Dre-Beat is unglaublich und Jigga kommt so hammer rüber,
einer der besten Songs auf dem Album!!!
14. Beach Chair:
So, das is für mich mit abstand das geilste überhaupt auf dem Album,
mal was ganz neues, Coldplay Sänger Chris Martin und Jigga, unglaublich,
die Raps hier drauf sind einfach nur... Wow, der beat nicht zu beschreiben
und dann noch der hook-teil, einfach nur ein stück Klassik!!!
ich finds geil, gibt paar Tracks die einfach krass sind aber auch mittelmäßige dinge,
wenn ich es vergleichen müsste würde ich es in die Blueprint One ecke stecken!!!
Lyrics:
Lyrics to THE PRELUDE:
Nyggaz beats is bangin/ Nygga, your hooks did it/ Your lyrics didn't, your gangsta look did it / So I would write it, if ya'll could get it/ Be intricate or get your wood critic'd/ On the Internet, they like you should spit it/ I'm like you should buy it, nygga thats good business/ Forget this rap shyt, I need a new hustle/ A little bit of everything, the new, improved Russell/ I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle/ As you see I can't leave, so I do love you/ But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper/ In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper/ Back when crack was, what these pills are/ I was a real star/ Complete with real cars/ No video ones/ You could come and set up the camera let the video run/ And my real life/ Complete with real ice/ VVS, boulders, all was visibly set/ Head and shoulders, my invisible neck/ You see Hova, wasn't digital yet/ Before Steve Jobs made the I-Pod/ Was getting head jobs, we call that enter-neck/ Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roullette/ With an automatic weapon, I was reppin' with a tec/ Fresh like Manny B/ Chain like antifreeze/ Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me keys/ Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy/ Drew to see what it do, I'm a damn G/ Just sent a million dollars through a hands-free/ That's big money talk, can you answer me/ Before the answer was a three, I was down at Georgetown with a Hoya chick/ Lawyer chick/ Sure he's rich now, cause he saw the shyt/ All the shyt/ Thats why they call him Hov, cause he came before all of it/ Bought a six, quarter seven, skipped on a quarter eight/ Bought a nine for non-stop clockwork, all the time/ Guess who's back/ Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat/ Ten year veteran/ I been said I've been through with this bullshyt game, but I never can/ I used to think rapping at 38 was eww/ But last year alone I grossed 38 mil/ I know I ain't quite 38 but still/ The flow so special got a 38 field/ The real is back.....
Lyrics to OH MY GOD:
Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of/
Joy of boys, smack dab in the jungle/
Took, tunnel vision, but he would still become a mogul/
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo/
So don't play with my yo-yo, loco nyggaz in the hood/
First nyggaz hatin on me, its all good/
I'm buying things like my shyt don't stink/
Gucci links/
And Gucci gooses/
Watching too many movies, bulletproof this/
I'm some nerve, like pulling tooth-es/
When you're 16, coming through ruthless/
Yeah your boy ruthless/
Like Ice Cube was/
Turn the whole city on, I'm the new plug/
So if this is your first time hearing this/
You're about to experience/
Someone so cold, a journey seldom seen/
The American dream/
From the bottom to the top of the globe/
They call me Hov
CHORUS
Now I'm knee deep in the concrete/
Like the streets made of quick sand, its beyond deep/
I got a chemical rotater, two left feet/
So now a dance with the devil brings G-O-D/
Save me from the black parade, release me/
A life like Grand Theft Auto, P-S-P/
I'm in that Volvo, puffing on that la-la/
Ducking from the po-po, everytime I drive by/
Say hi to the bad guy/
All my mama friends was like mmm mmm mmm/
Would you just look at him/
Sorry dear mama, but your embarassment/
Would give me a couple years to pray I never sin again/
Got all these rival dealers, trying to do me in/
And all these little rappers, don't know how I'm prepared for them/
I am, I am/
I'm feeling like the words against me Lord/
Call me crazy, but strangely, I love the odds
CHORUS
Now these baby ballers, toy rappers/
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards/
Shootin airballs at the baskets/
What you call money, I pay more in taxes/
I got ground game down in Africa, out in Niger/
Do you have any idea/
Sold out shows through his whole career/
Jo-Burg, Cameroon, Tanzania/
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli/
Still got time to give water out to everybody/
Everybody/
Fall back/
Ya'll rappin/
I'm re-enactin/
CNN, you see its accurate/
ESPN, nygga you can see me in action/
Monday nights, when the half ends/
When you're ten years in, holla back then
Lyrics to Do U Wanna Ride:
You know why, they call a project a project/
Because it's a project/
An experiment, where its, only an object/
And the object, is for us to explore our prospects/
Sidestep cops, on the way to the top, yes/
As kids we would daydream, sittin on our steps/
Pointin at cars like 'yeah thats our set'/
Hustlers, profits, made our eyes stretch/
So on Dr. Spok shyt, we started our trek/
Some of us made it, most of us digressed/
In the name of those who ain't made it, my progress/
Show success, please, live through me/
See I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive/
(V/O: This is a collect call from) So everytime I press 5/
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly/
Up in the feds, but still, holdin his head/
So when he hits the streets, we gon' eat holes through this bread
CHORUS
International Hov, I told you so/
The 40-40's out in Tokyo/
Singapore/
All of this from singing songs/
Coming up though, he thought slingin raw/
Was the end all be all to being rich wickedly/
Little did I know that my potent delivery/
Would deliver me/
Kingpin of the ink pen/
Monster of the double entandra/
Coke is still my sponsor/
Ha, the cola yeah, Hova/
Is still getting it in with soda/
Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight/
Started with the crates, now I'm sitting on a whole case/
And since they got you sittin' on that old case/
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo/
So I can't wait till you get your dates/
I got some templates outside of the gate
CHORUS
Now me and my little mama/
Kida and Ty Ty/
Juan and Dez/
Out in San Tropez/
Jay round' the cabana/
Sneaking marijuana/
You know that Mary J give you no more drama/
Lost a couple friends, this whole shyt got curved/
When you get home though, you know your spots reserved/
You heard/
I put my nyggaz on, my nyggaz put they nyggaz on/
Now we all somewhere foreign/
Chillin, sippin somethin
Lyrics to THE PRELUDE:
Nyggaz beats is bangin/ Nygga, your hooks did it/ Your lyrics didn't, your gangsta look did it / So I would write it, if ya'll could get it/ Be intricate or get your wood critic'd/ On the Internet, they like you should spit it/ I'm like you should buy it, nygga thats good business/ Forget this rap shyt, I need a new hustle/ A little bit of everything, the new, improved Russell/ I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle/ As you see I can't leave, so I do love you/ But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper/ In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper/ Back when crack was, what these pills are/ I was a real star/ Complete with real cars/ No video ones/ You could come and set up the camera let the video run/ And my real life/ Complete with real ice/ VVS, boulders, all was visibly set/ Head and shoulders, my invisible neck/ You see Hova, wasn't digital yet/ Before Steve Jobs made the I-Pod/ Was getting head jobs, we call that enter-neck/ Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roullette/ With an automatic weapon, I was reppin' with a tec/ Fresh like Manny B/ Chain like antifreeze/ Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me keys/ Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy/ Drew to see what it do, I'm a damn G/ Just sent a million dollars through a hands-free/ That's big money talk, can you answer me/ Before the answer was a three, I was down at Georgetown with a Hoya chick/ Lawyer chick/ Sure he's rich now, cause he saw the shyt/ All the shyt/ Thats why they call him Hov, cause he came before all of it/ Bought a six, quarter seven, skipped on a quarter eight/ Bought a nine for non-stop clockwork, all the time/ Guess who's back/ Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat/ Ten year veteran/ I been said I've been through with this bullshyt game, but I never can/ I used to think rapping at 38 was eww/ But last year alone I grossed 38 mil/ I know I ain't quite 38 but still/ The flow so special got a 38 field/ The real is back.....
Lyrics to OH MY GOD:
Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of/
Joy of boys, smack dab in the jungle/
Took, tunnel vision, but he would still become a mogul/
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo/
So don't play with my yo-yo, loco nyggaz in the hood/
First nyggaz hatin on me, its all good/
I'm buying things like my shyt don't stink/
Gucci links/
And Gucci gooses/
Watching too many movies, bulletproof this/
I'm some nerve, like pulling tooth-es/
When you're 16, coming through ruthless/
Yeah your boy ruthless/
Like Ice Cube was/
Turn the whole city on, I'm the new plug/
So if this is your first time hearing this/
You're about to experience/
Someone so cold, a journey seldom seen/
The American dream/
From the bottom to the top of the globe/
They call me Hov
CHORUS
Now I'm knee deep in the concrete/
Like the streets made of quick sand, its beyond deep/
I got a chemical rotater, two left feet/
So now a dance with the devil brings G-O-D/
Save me from the black parade, release me/
A life like Grand Theft Auto, P-S-P/
I'm in that Volvo, puffing on that la-la/
Ducking from the po-po, everytime I drive by/
Say hi to the bad guy/
All my mama friends was like mmm mmm mmm/
Would you just look at him/
Sorry dear mama, but your embarassment/
Would give me a couple years to pray I never sin again/
Got all these rival dealers, trying to do me in/
And all these little rappers, don't know how I'm prepared for them/
I am, I am/
I'm feeling like the words against me Lord/
Call me crazy, but strangely, I love the odds
CHORUS
Now these baby ballers, toy rappers/
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards/
Shootin airballs at the baskets/
What you call money, I pay more in taxes/
I got ground game down in Africa, out in Niger/
Do you have any idea/
Sold out shows through his whole career/
Jo-Burg, Cameroon, Tanzania/
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli/
Still got time to give water out to everybody/
Everybody/
Fall back/
Ya'll rappin/
I'm re-enactin/
CNN, you see its accurate/
ESPN, nygga you can see me in action/
Monday nights, when the half ends/
When you're ten years in, holla back then
Lyrics to Do U Wanna Ride:
You know why, they call a project a project/
Because it's a project/
An experiment, where its, only an object/
And the object, is for us to explore our prospects/
Sidestep cops, on the way to the top, yes/
As kids we would daydream, sittin on our steps/
Pointin at cars like 'yeah thats our set'/
Hustlers, profits, made our eyes stretch/
So on Dr. Spok shyt, we started our trek/
Some of us made it, most of us digressed/
In the name of those who ain't made it, my progress/
Show success, please, live through me/
See I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive/
(V/O: This is a collect call from) So everytime I press 5/
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly/
Up in the feds, but still, holdin his head/
So when he hits the streets, we gon' eat holes through this bread
CHORUS
International Hov, I told you so/
The 40-40's out in Tokyo/
Singapore/
All of this from singing songs/
Coming up though, he thought slingin raw/
Was the end all be all to being rich wickedly/
Little did I know that my potent delivery/
Would deliver me/
Kingpin of the ink pen/
Monster of the double entandra/
Coke is still my sponsor/
Ha, the cola yeah, Hova/
Is still getting it in with soda/
Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight/
Started with the crates, now I'm sitting on a whole case/
And since they got you sittin' on that old case/
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo/
So I can't wait till you get your dates/
I got some templates outside of the gate
CHORUS
Now me and my little mama/
Kida and Ty Ty/
Juan and Dez/
Out in San Tropez/
Jay round' the cabana/
Sneaking marijuana/
You know that Mary J give you no more drama/
Lost a couple friends, this whole shyt got curved/
When you get home though, you know your spots reserved/
You heard/
I put my nyggaz on, my nyggaz put they nyggaz on/
Now we all somewhere foreign/
Chillin, sippin somethin
Lyrics to Minority Report:
People was poor before the hurrican came/
When the down pour poured, its like when Mary J sang/
Everyday it rains/
Everyday the pain/
Went ignored/
The shore and the winds was to blame/
And life is a chain/
Cause and effect/
Nyggaz off the chain, but the cause is still in effect/
Its a dirty game, whatever is affected/
From weed to selling caine, got to put that in effect shyt/
Wouldn't you lewd, if you didn't have the loot/
Baby needed food and he was stuck on the roof/
And a helicopter swooped down, just to get a scoop/
Through his teloscopic lens, but he didn't scoop you/
The next five days, no help insued/
They called you a refugee, because you seeked refuge/
The commander in chief, just flew by/
Did he stop, no, he had a couple seats, just rude/
Jet blue, he is not, just blew by the spot/
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped/
Heh, that'd been something to watch/
Helicopters doing fly bys to take a couple shots/
Couple portraits, then ignored him/
He'd be just another Bush surrounded by a couple orchids/
Poor kids, just cause they was poor kids, left them on the porches/
Same old story in New Orleans/
Silly rapsters, we got a couple porsches/
Emptiest stuff I fill my fortress with/
We forget the unfortunate/
Sure I pony'd up a mil, but I didn't give the time/
So in reality, I didn't give a dime/
Or a damn/
I just put my money in the hands/
Of the same people that left my people stranded/
Nothing but a bandit/
Left them folks abandoned/
Damn all the money that we gave is just abandoned/
Can't say we better off, then we was before/
So in sypnosis, this is my, minority report
Lyrics to Beach Chair:
Life is but a dream to me, I don't want to wake up/
30 odd years without having my cake up/
So I'm bout' my paper/
24-7, 365, 366 in a leap year/
I don't know why we here/
Since we gotta be here/
Life is but a beach chair/
Went from having Chevy clothes/
To crossing over every road/
Hear my angels singing to me, (V/O: Are you happy Hov)/
I just hope I'm hearing right/
Karma's got me fearing life/
Kalik are you praying for me/
See I got demons in my past so I got daughters on the way/
If the prophecies correct, then the child should have to pay/
For the sins of her father, so I barter my tomorrows/
Against my yesterdays, and hope that she'll be okay/
And when I'm no longer here/
Then shade her face from the glare/
I give my share of fare warning and I hear the angels comin....
CHORUS
Life is but a dream to me/
Gunshots sing to these/
Other guys, but lullabies, don't mean a thing to me/
I'm not afraid of dying/
I'm afraid of not trying/
Everyday, hit every wave, like I'm Hawaiian/
And I don't surf the net, no I've never been on My Space/
Too busy letting my voice vibrate/
Carvin out my space, in this world of fly girls/
Cutthroats and diamond cut ropes I twirl/
Business round corners where the sun don't shine/
I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope to one's grind/
Son said 'Hov how you get so fly'/
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky/
My physical's a shell, so when I say farewell/
My soul will find an even higher plain to dwell/
So fly you shall, and have no fear/
Just know that life is but a beach chair
CHORUS
Life is but a dream, can't mimic my life/
I'm the thinnest cut slice/
In the cut, the winners cup/
When winter's rough enough to interrupt life/
Thats why I'm born saint and sinner, nice/
This is Jay everyday, no compromise/
No compass, comes with this life, just eyes/
So to map it out, you must look inside/
Sure books could guide you, but your heart defines you/
Chica, ?the cortisone is what brought us on?
In great shape like Heidi Klum, mighty gone
I am on, permanent vacay, life is but a beach chair/
This songs like a Hallmark card until you reach here/
Till my she's here/
And she's declared/
The heir/
I will prepare/
A blueprint for you to print, a map for you to get back/
A guide for your eyes just so you won't lose sin/
I'll make a stink for you to think, I ink these verses, full of pros, so you won't get conned out of two cent/
My last will and testament, I leave my heir/
My share of Roc-a-fella Records and this shiny new beach chair..
People was poor before the hurrican came/
When the down pour poured, its like when Mary J sang/
Everyday it rains/
Everyday the pain/
Went ignored/
The shore and the winds was to blame/
And life is a chain/
Cause and effect/
Nyggaz off the chain, but the cause is still in effect/
Its a dirty game, whatever is affected/
From weed to selling caine, got to put that in effect shyt/
Wouldn't you lewd, if you didn't have the loot/
Baby needed food and he was stuck on the roof/
And a helicopter swooped down, just to get a scoop/
Through his teloscopic lens, but he didn't scoop you/
The next five days, no help insued/
They called you a refugee, because you seeked refuge/
The commander in chief, just flew by/
Did he stop, no, he had a couple seats, just rude/
Jet blue, he is not, just blew by the spot/
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped/
Heh, that'd been something to watch/
Helicopters doing fly bys to take a couple shots/
Couple portraits, then ignored him/
He'd be just another Bush surrounded by a couple orchids/
Poor kids, just cause they was poor kids, left them on the porches/
Same old story in New Orleans/
Silly rapsters, we got a couple porsches/
Emptiest stuff I fill my fortress with/
We forget the unfortunate/
Sure I pony'd up a mil, but I didn't give the time/
So in reality, I didn't give a dime/
Or a damn/
I just put my money in the hands/
Of the same people that left my people stranded/
Nothing but a bandit/
Left them folks abandoned/
Damn all the money that we gave is just abandoned/
Can't say we better off, then we was before/
So in sypnosis, this is my, minority report
Lyrics to Beach Chair:
Life is but a dream to me, I don't want to wake up/
30 odd years without having my cake up/
So I'm bout' my paper/
24-7, 365, 366 in a leap year/
I don't know why we here/
Since we gotta be here/
Life is but a beach chair/
Went from having Chevy clothes/
To crossing over every road/
Hear my angels singing to me, (V/O: Are you happy Hov)/
I just hope I'm hearing right/
Karma's got me fearing life/
Kalik are you praying for me/
See I got demons in my past so I got daughters on the way/
If the prophecies correct, then the child should have to pay/
For the sins of her father, so I barter my tomorrows/
Against my yesterdays, and hope that she'll be okay/
And when I'm no longer here/
Then shade her face from the glare/
I give my share of fare warning and I hear the angels comin....
CHORUS
Life is but a dream to me/
Gunshots sing to these/
Other guys, but lullabies, don't mean a thing to me/
I'm not afraid of dying/
I'm afraid of not trying/
Everyday, hit every wave, like I'm Hawaiian/
And I don't surf the net, no I've never been on My Space/
Too busy letting my voice vibrate/
Carvin out my space, in this world of fly girls/
Cutthroats and diamond cut ropes I twirl/
Business round corners where the sun don't shine/
I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope to one's grind/
Son said 'Hov how you get so fly'/
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky/
My physical's a shell, so when I say farewell/
My soul will find an even higher plain to dwell/
So fly you shall, and have no fear/
Just know that life is but a beach chair
CHORUS
Life is but a dream, can't mimic my life/
I'm the thinnest cut slice/
In the cut, the winners cup/
When winter's rough enough to interrupt life/
Thats why I'm born saint and sinner, nice/
This is Jay everyday, no compromise/
No compass, comes with this life, just eyes/
So to map it out, you must look inside/
Sure books could guide you, but your heart defines you/
Chica, ?the cortisone is what brought us on?
In great shape like Heidi Klum, mighty gone
I am on, permanent vacay, life is but a beach chair/
This songs like a Hallmark card until you reach here/
Till my she's here/
And she's declared/
The heir/
I will prepare/
A blueprint for you to print, a map for you to get back/
A guide for your eyes just so you won't lose sin/
I'll make a stink for you to think, I ink these verses, full of pros, so you won't get conned out of two cent/
My last will and testament, I leave my heir/
My share of Roc-a-fella Records and this shiny new beach chair..
Jigger
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Fab5000 schrieb:da musst du dich ja auskennen
also ich glaube KEINER aus dem Forum kann sich in einen reichen Menschen hineinversetzen, Jay-Z liebt einfach die Musik und wenn man das Album nicht hatet wegen irgendwas irgendjemandem, dann merkt man das hat HERZ das Album !!! Wieso sollte man auch seinen Job hinwerfen, wenn man genug Geld hat
Dafür brauchst du einfach nur ein bisschen Beobachtungsgabe und du siehst dass alle oder fast alle Promis immer mehr Kohle hinterherhecheln...
Warum müssen Leute wie P Diddy oder Nelly Mode machen obwohl sie kein Plan davon haben? Weil sie immer mehr wollen!
Warum muss Jigga n Album machen obwohl der Abgang mit dem Black Album das beste überhaupt gewesen wäre? Weil er mehr will, aber ich respektier eure oder deine Meinung, wenn ihr meint es sei ein Meilenstein, ist doch in Ordnung!
Scheich Manfred
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hehe....dem jigger muss ich wieder recht geben....zieh mir gerad reasonable doubt rein...naja ich denke nicht das es da dran kommt...you can't knock the hustle ;-)
ich könnte mir auch durchaus vorstellen das das neue jay-z album so ne art rettungsaktion für defjam und rocafella is. beide labels krepeln seit einiger zeit ganz schön rum wobei rocafella seit jiggas abgang eigentlich komplett tot is.
defjam reisst ja auch nich mehr allzu viel. das letzte grosse ding das die hatten war ne-yo. roots, method man, ghostface waren alles flops oder sind weit hinter den erwarteten zahlen zurückgeblieben.
jigga musste das album machen.
defjam reisst ja auch nich mehr allzu viel. das letzte grosse ding das die hatten war ne-yo. roots, method man, ghostface waren alles flops oder sind weit hinter den erwarteten zahlen zurückgeblieben.
jigga musste das album machen.
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ehm STOP ! 2006 war ein DEFJAM Jahr ! PUNKT !!!yoorek123 schrieb:
Rihanna ! Riesen-Erfolg !
Young Jeezy ! Riesen-Erfolg !
Ne-Yo ! Erfolg !
Ludacris ! Erfolg
Rick Ross ! Erfolg
The Roots ! Top10 Billboard !
Method Man ! Top10 Billboard !
Ghostface ! Platz 4 Billboard
und jetzt kommt noch Jiggas, Young Jeezy, Nas und Ghostface Alben !!! Hallo was will man mehr ??? man kann bei Artists wie Meth, Ghostface und den Roots nicht mehr erwarten, als sie dieses Jahr erreicht haben, dafür ist Dirty South noch zu präsent, aber Jigga meinte sie arbeiten daran, solche Alben besser zu vermarkten !!!
Dick R. Reamen
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pprrättt!
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Mokotschombo
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LBCstyle schrieb:
ich auch, vielleicht weil viele jetzt seinen style kopieren und er was anderes machen will.
MrAeko
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Der Beat von Trouble klingt wie ein quietschendes Türscharnier...
als ich gelesen habe das Dre den gemacht hat wusst ich auch nicht so recht was ich sagen soll..Das Dre-typische Klavier ist da, aber what the **** hat er sich da bei dem rest gedacht???
Die anderen Dre-Tracks sind solide, bester meiner Meinung nach 30 Something
Und Just Blaze killt....
als ich gelesen habe das Dre den gemacht hat wusst ich auch nicht so recht was ich sagen soll..Das Dre-typische Klavier ist da, aber what the **** hat er sich da bei dem rest gedacht???
Die anderen Dre-Tracks sind solide, bester meiner Meinung nach 30 Something
Und Just Blaze killt....
Also nach mehrmaligem Durchhören würde ich dem Album 4 Mics geben, nicht mehr ! The Black Album fand ich auf jeden Fall besser.
Top Songs:
Kingdom Come-->übel, einer der besten Songs des Jahres !
Oh My God
Lost Ones
Do You Wanna Ride
Trouble
Minority Report
Beach Chair
Langweilig find ich Hollywood,Anything und I Made it.Die hät er weglassen können.
Also n Classic ist das Album definitiv net.Wie gesagt: Blueprint, Reasonable Doubt, Black Album und In My Lifetime find ich besser. Naja vielleicht wächst das Album ja noch.
Top Songs:
Kingdom Come-->übel, einer der besten Songs des Jahres !
Oh My God
Lost Ones
Do You Wanna Ride
Trouble
Minority Report
Beach Chair
Langweilig find ich Hollywood,Anything und I Made it.Die hät er weglassen können.
Also n Classic ist das Album definitiv net.Wie gesagt: Blueprint, Reasonable Doubt, Black Album und In My Lifetime find ich besser. Naja vielleicht wächst das Album ja noch.