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BUSTA

RHYMES

IS BACK

GRAB THIS FUCKING TRACK HERE

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Let’s just drop the pretense, drop the jokes but let’s not drop the fucking ball on this shit. What we got here is one big heaping spoonful of moombah heat. He don’t bother with a post on each track. Why waste your time? Do you want us to tell you that we like this music? Of course we fucking do. That’s why we posted it. So just check these the fuck out. Smoke a fat ass joint and enjoy the fuck out of your day. LET’S GO FUCK WITH SOME MOOMBAH GOODNESS AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!

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Do you love fucking gold? Do you fucking only drink Goldschlager and wear gold shoes like this?:

Sometimes music can be worth more than gold. Mostly it is not. It’s way fucking better to have more gold than music. You can say the opposite but you’re wrong. Why the fuck are there fuckers in every town with ads on TV telling you to sell you gold to them. No one makes ads for selling them fucking music. “WE BUY YOUR OLD BROKEN MUSIC! TRADE MUSIC FOR CA$H!”. That never happens. So why don’t we go and listen to very affordably priced music AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP ASSHOLES!

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Maybe you are expecting something clever right now. Maybe that is not possible. Maybe we went out and scouted a place for our next party. Maybe we did blow at some point and had a number of beers. Maybe we are fucking dead inside now at work pretending to be normal people talking to our fucking boss and discussing projected revenue and then in our heads we’re like “I do fucking blow man. I can’t fucking deal with this shit.” That’s our lives. We’re having a fucking meeting and we’re pointing at charts and graphs and shit and we get a drip from the night before fall down our throats and you gotta keep your fucking composure. But anyway. Enough of that. There are soundclouds to blog. Grab them, listen to them, fuck them AFTER THE JUMP ASSHOLES!

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Hello. Are you a baby? Do you need us to warm some milk up for you and put it in a bottle? Little baby gonna cry? Are you tired? Do you need to go to your crib? It’s too high for baby to reach to get in. Are you scared? Will the soundclouds help you? Are you cold? Are you hungry? Go to bed. Listen to music. AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!

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Hey bro. Cool soundclouds. Where did you get them? Soundcloud.com? Cool. Thanks bro. Gonna check out that site after I get home. Did you see my car? It’s pretty fuckin sweet. Car won’t shut the fuck up but otherwise it’s cool. I think you’re cool bro. It’s fucking cool all around. You wanna be my friend? I got tickets to a Clippers game. Remember that one season they did alright? Maybe they’ll do it again bro. I’ll order nachos. It’ll be cool. Come on bro. We can listen to soundclouds after together. Driving in my car. They will sound like THESE ONES AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!

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Hey cuntnuts? What did you do during the weekend? Did you have fun? Did you puke? Did you go to the bathroom outside of a bathroom? You are like a bird. A free bird. The bathroom is a cage you will never be confined to. You go when you like, where you like with dignity. There is no holding it in for you. You don’t hold in your emotions and you don’t hold in your pee or poo. You make the rules even while you break them. This is your music AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!:

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Hi! My name is Osama “Rusty” Bin Laden. You may remember me as a terrible person who did the worst things but I’d like to be commemorated as a passionate baseball player. You better fucking believe it. I love the game. The smell of fresh cut grass, the drama of the ninth inning. Can you think of a better sport. I will miss it up in heaven. Yup, I got to heaven. Shit’s unfair. You know how we tell suicide bombers and other terrorists that you get 7 virgins in heaven and all that other crap. Well, turns out it’s true. I still have many other regrets though. I never got an iPad 2™ and I never got to write the great novel I always thought I had in me. The other thing I will miss is the soundclouds. Like these AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!

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Yo! Whatup fucks! This Jon The Bitchslapper Lovitz. Fuck you! Yeah! This is how I really fucking talk because I do a shitload of blow. You thought you knew me and then I’m like BOOOOYAAAAAH! Just like when you do blow off of a breast. In this case I’m not just the blow but I’m also the breast. That’s fucking right cunts. I give you the sweet milk of knowledge. Bwaahaha! Fuck! Shit. I’m fucking feeling so crazy. I think I did too much. Fuck. I hope I don’t die like Osama Bin Laden. Play these songs at my funeral AFTER THE JUMP!

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Hello everyone. My fucking name is Eddie Griffin. You might remember me from the fact that I played in commercial cinema films a number of years back. Now my job is to smoke cigars for money. I also like to listen to the soundclouds on the world wide web. There are so many things you can find if you like to surf it. It blows my mind sometimes like a spliff. Do you have any work for me? Can I get a light for my cigar? You want to smoke a spliff? I got some papers if you have some chrons. What are you talking about saying no? I saw you had some weed earlier. You sure you need to leave? What about these tunes? AFTER THE JUMP!