Music:
Member Since: 12/8/2004
Band Website: WWW.SOUNDCLICK.COM/SYCHAPLIN
Band Members: Sy,
Chaplin,
Maxamillion W. Triple,
Nick Cage,
Sylent Asasyn,
The Uncrowned King,
Mr. Off Beat Himself,
Mr. Who Da Fuck R U,
Eff Hugh,AKA:Me,
Myself,
I................
Influences:
"It don't get much slicka' than Fab I strap up with the Eagles And throw bullets just as quick as McNabb/ Flick ha' jab, quicka' than Zab And every chick that I stab Complains that she could feel the dick in ha' abs"/ -Fabolous
"Yo, everybody's a snake
That's why I try to keep the grass cut/
So I can see 'em when they coming
Then I heat they ass up/
Cuz' them $%&*..@ that you went to school with
Will catch you while you in your new whip
And turn your brains into Cool Whip/
$%&*..@ that you running round getting ass with
Ain't gon' help you do nothing but carry your casket"/ -Jadakiss
"I don't wanna live to be 80
Life's a cycle
The older you get, more you live like a baby/
You could barely move
Folk gotta be there for you
Diapers on, ^%!!@.. gotta take care of you/
Learn shit all over again
Skin wrinkled, ya memory gone, and you a memory gone/
...
&^@@!.. said the only cat I cared about is myself
When shit's thick
Don't nobody's whereabouts but myself/
When you're faced with it all
And your back's against the wall/
You'll be listenin'
But all you hear about is yourself/
Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable
You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable/
Need another %$....! besides yourself on the side of you
Can't listen to yourself, all he do is lie to you/
Now tell me who's supposed to have your best interest
When shit ain't lookin' up, you start havin' less interest/
Tryin' to leave the hood, but the slugs keep comin'
Keep chasin' the buck, but the buck keep runnin'/
I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody
I don't fuck with nobody but me, I can't lose/
No moves'll be funny and I never let myself down
How so? I don't expect too much from me"/ -Joe Budden
"I'm glad, they want us dead
But keep runnin' ya mouth and go home with more slices than a bag a' Wonderbread/
You smart enough to creep
Then lay your dumb brains down/
The pound'll spin you around
Like the young James Brown/
Before Lloyd Banks tail pop on sale
I feed a ^!..$@ a shell like Taco Bell/ -Lloyd Banks
"No celin', When Im wheelin' the whip
This bitch ass trash
But Im feelin ha' lips/
That slut prolly got my nuts
Still on ha' lips/
See the ice on my watch
Im not feelin my wrist/
You a thug in ya raps
But pussy in real life/
A pimp on the mic
But buy pussy in real life/
And I could stunt cuz I pump crack
If you cats wore my chain for a month
You'd be hunch back/
See Im in the coup and the roof
Where the trunk at/
Im on top, Like fuck you, pay me
When I rock my jewels
I don't use my A.C./
Enough bitches on my dick
You could hop off &!%%@/
You wouldn't believe
How many chicks I popped off &!%%@/
My cock been in more buns
Than a hot dogg &!%%@/ -Cassidy
"My neck don't freeze
And my wrist don't eitha'/
I don't need it
I just cop the house on the Visa/
And I ain't go platinum
First album was a teasa'/
Now they on my meat
Like ice in a freeza'/
Sheek Louch....
I tell you dat boy he's a/
Problem
Take out black heads like a tweeza'/...
You eitha in or you out of it
Cuz I got a son now
And he fuckin up a lotta shit, I gotta get/
And I hate for this to get outta' hand
And have to give it to a ..@$^% I played wit in the sand/
Shit, the west coast barley know the name of our band
Thats why I spit enough heat to give a %$..@! a tan/
I know you got mad cake
O.K. %^$..@ and???"/ -Sheek Louch
"Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks/
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
With both hands on her tits/...
Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head"/ -Big L
"I got a winchester that will turn your vest into confetti
I'm Chuck Taylor, the same ^!@@.. that put the 6-4 in Chevy/
%!@@$^ know when them hollows airin
I'll turn your Antoine Walker into a throwback Robert Parrish/
With 2 holes under the Celtic
And you will think your 'Boston Warm-Up' jacket hot
Till the desert eagle melt it/ -The Game
-Sy
Sounds Like: Dat shit
Record Label: Off Beat Is Coming
Type of Label: None
