come clean

• ing. temize cikmak.
• puddle of mudd albümü. blurry, said, control ilk başta dikkatimizi cezbeden şarkılardır..
• değişik bir itiraf sitesi.
  http://comeclean.com/
• hilary duff ablamızın müslüman olduğuna dair bir ipucu olan $arkı.
  
  (bkz: abdest almak)
  ayrıca; $arkının yeni uyarlanan sözleri ise;
  
  yağmur yağsın
  gusülüm aksın
  yağmur yağsın
  abdeste niyetliyim
  bırakın aksın vücudumdan
  cenabetliğim
  çünkü fırtına gibi eseceğim
  çığlıklarımla süsleyeceğim
  bırakın yağmur aksın
  abdestliyim de abdestliyim
• ing. itiraf etmek, gerçeği kabul etmek.
• mukemmel bir jeru the damaja sarkisi. nakarattaki sample onyx'in throw ya gunz sarkisindandir.
  
  verse one:
  
  you wanna front what?
  jump up and get bucked
  if you're feeling lucky duck
  then press your luck
  i snatch fake gangsta mc's and make em faggot flambe
  your nine spray my mind spray
  malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
  the results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
  you couldn't come to the jungles of the east poppin that game
  you won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
  i don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
  the relentless lyrics the only dope i slang
  i'm a true master you can check my credentials
  cuz i choose to use my infinite potentials
  got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
  control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
  so deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
  origin is unknown like the jubas
  i've accumulated honies all across the map
  cuz i'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
  ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
  i'm the mack so i don't need to tote a mac
  my attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate
  it's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
  stagnate nonsense but if you persist
  you'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
  i flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
  you don't know enough math to count the mics that i ripped
  keep the dirty rotten scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
  
  verse two:
  
  real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
  every time i pick up the microphone i drug it
  unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
  leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
  you're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing
  that's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with dirty rotten
  have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw]
  i also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
  made frauds bleed every time i g'd
  cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
  pseudo psychos i play like michael
  jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs
  inhale the putrified aroma
  breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-
  tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka
  and bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka
  i gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink
  let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
  when the east is in the house you should come equipped
  
  verse three:
  
  fly like a jet sting like a hornet
  knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
  dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
  with styles more fatal than second hand smoke
  don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
  cuz i blow up spots like the world trade center
  come with the super trooper on his assault mission
  the tech's technique cuz he's a technician
  wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
  the skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock
  hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
  you claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
  gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
  and you don't got your crew
  pull your glock but you don't got the heart
  you was webbed straight from the start
  bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
  got lost in brooklyn so you had to lose it
  just for frontin you got that ass waxed
• (bkz: #26661498)
• greg laswell in az bilinen şaheseri
• tell the truth about something you were keeping secret