R.I.P. DMX ...

all that money all that fame and that is how it ends ?

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sigh

... one from "my time" gone again heh ... thats too bad , what a way to go ... sigh (x2)

mmh

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the 90s was a golden age of sorts where guttertrash could grown to be someone - now you turn cryptokitties into NFT's and all you hear is wallstreet, sotheby's christies, WWF, big basketballplayers and keep it coming, and a few "investors" (read : vested intrest since they manage an NFT fund) who pick a few socializers who "everyone" (read : in closed circles on the net) knows and they gonna boost the cryptopunks by a few million while they get the billion.

no offense ofcourse ... i would take the billion too, but i feel today you can only get one if you have one

WARNING : PEGI 99 : this is music from the 1990s ... people could still speak

What's My Name
DMX
This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about
Half rappin' ass mothafuckers
You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin GAME?
Come on, uh, uh, uh
Come on, uh, uh?What'cha really want
What you really want, what
D-M-X, uh, uh?Come on, Ryde or die
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
What's my name? DMX and I be the best
You see the rest they lookin' like they need a rest
One more time, I'm a spit at you some shit
That's goin' get at you be fuckin' with your mind, stop talkin' shit
'Cause you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you fuckin' with
Here we go again
(this must be my fav indeed)
How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas?
I have no friends you still actin up
Runnin' around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get fucked
The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down…

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and it ended in a pool of amy, thats slightly sad ...