Our fourth anniversary is coming, we need something special, for example some producers and MCs should get together and do a song for RHHF, or anybody, any ideas? lets go people, something interesting as a present to this wonderful movement and website.
PS :PLEASE NO TROLLING, if someone trolls or is off-topic, his comments will be deleted. Act serious, its about our thing here.
dang i remember our 1`st year anaversary like it was last year, we were still a baby lol "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain
post a beat on here and start writing. let's see how quickly we can get a decent track done. ratmn, NtG, Adam, we're counting on you for a beat! my new theme song
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"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"
ratmn, NtG, Adam, we're counting on you for a beat!
id like to see a collab beat lol "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain
just wrote a verse to it. i hope it's good. i only spent about 5 or 10 minutes writing it:
After four long, hard years of steady struggling/ Our movement's on the rise, no surprise/ Realize... That the real hip hop is here to stay/ Our music will last long past its judgment day/ Now some will say that we won't last forever/ This is why we need to maintain our endeavor/ And never give in until we truly gain prominence/ We will push on until we gain industry dominance/ It's common sense, our superiority is evident/ I pick up mics and I'm telling it eloquent/ About how our movement is shaking the ground like elephants/ Trampling those that are soft as gelatin/ Or maybe we shake the world like earthquakes/ Ten on the richter. A style so fat that its girth makes/ An eclipse of the sun as I grip mics for fun/ Two thousand eleven till infinity and the rest will run/
