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KameTen

01-22-2005, 03:42 PM

One From Dre.

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

One from Snoop

One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out G's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(yeah) Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

Arvandor

01-22-2005, 03:53 PM

"You got teeth in your mouth, then my dick's got to fit." - Dr Dre.

thik_3rd

01-22-2005, 04:40 PM

^^^its "gap teeth in your mouth"...

anyways, i really dont know, i dont have a single favorite verse...

Slappy san

01-22-2005, 05:22 PM

Now when I'm fuckin' those Jen I'm invincible
Don't love no hoe, that's my priciple
'cause uh, bitches come (and uh) bitches go
That's why I get my nut and I be out the fuckin' door
(You know) they might be the one to set me up
Wanna get their little brother to wet me up
That's why I tote Tecs and stuff to get'em off my case
Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced
I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus
and when I see the semen I'm leavin'
Bitches be schemin', I kid ya not
That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked
One hoe said, "Big, why you so hard on us?
Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous?"
Thug nigga 'til the end, tell a friend bitch
'cause when I like ya, then ya go and fuck my friend bitch
(And you know that ain't right)

From Notorious B.I.G.'s classic "Friend of mine".

Chi Illy

01-22-2005, 05:44 PM

Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all

-Mos Def ,"Thieves in the Night" ,Mos Def and Talib Kweli are Black Star

Ayo

01-22-2005, 06:45 PM

"The Tugboat Complex," one of the single greatest achievments in music:

Oh my God
They've got angels sweatin' like Hell, it's
workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts
my figure eight knotted
lifeline defined traffic
the way my schoolin' end-less-ly defined every day
one exquisite fitted crisis rivets an octagon of red
to the ceiling above my bed
it's not a conversation piece, like public spectacles
unleashed more of a clue
so when I wake up to the rains I'll be one step ahead of you
I slide like Kodakrome
wrote a poem for every planet
typed their mileage from the sun in an envelope
licked it, stamped it
got eight thank yous in the mail, but nine planets means there's one left
only the earth would thank me later with a breath taking sunset
(man, I'm just a bum)
zip that waterfall around your skeleton
tell it to boil
loyalties, the shovel in the soil
dig it, I split my lip kissing the winter
nursed the blister in the sun
strung a hammock between spring and where the willows turn to blood
might of worked
sip a little, litter it, love it
without big beetles trying to sell him sunflower seeds by the bucket
might of, tugboat for the boxcutter above those ashes
without hot air balloons floatin' their four passenger baskets
and I'm asking you
to let a captive lacerate a caption
splash out massive
apolster plastic glasses with famine patches
i-dentify all saints linked around the fountain's warmth
and for a second taste of pain when removing that crown of thorns
?????,???,???, born hostile, pacifist huddled in subtle masochist
stamp the blame on ??? ???
my fire escape overlooks ghost town market place
artists bought out passes
then fast themselves to the target's face
you're killin' me

if I had a hammer, I'd build a city on stilts
so my feet would stay dry when God's wine glass tilts

if I had a shovel, I'd dig a hole in the dirt
and I'll be hiding when his drunken stupor lands upon earth

and if your little wing is broken
I'll see the poacher in hell
I can't afford another ????? in a cell
my carousel mimics the interests of a thousand leaking spickets
and a colony of graziers raised to justify the grimace
(and yes I read the treaty)
I prescribe the remedy plus the premises
my pin cushion, my limbs pushin' the knitting needle
evils, idle, peddle past the greeting
where the sleepers feed the cycles
stop, watch the eagles board the little engine that could not
ghost in a shell
and it fell in my lap
passin', postin' the bail but the guard has misplaced the key ring (that's
wonderful)
I lead a flee to blaze exact songs directly into the village
power supply burning the bridge between the magnet and my eye
now how many cadavers satisfy a mad man?
and how many crooked samaritans turn plesantville to bad land?
I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing
about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings
(well, you're right)
grip your pointed stick, incite your riot
I'll sell your worth in a bottle at profit, explain my bias
atomic box cult, downward spiral rapidly
cast to hell with hate mail, forged Christ's autograph
laughed itself, drastic catastrophe
biting my lip
skin and bones, stringent
bingin' on rancid baits
mummified well inside a muddy New York minute
was it
your remnants my smoke rings have cocooned prior to fading?
well, it wasn't conscious spite but it might have been that

I am not your friend anymore
my arrow head dissertation
when narrow bed sleepers occupy the basement
and I am not your friend anymore
come the dawning of cerilian in your pity blend that whispers in the wind

man, if it were only that simple
I'd add a guilt frame to ???
I'd board myself inside my room to trace the wilting contour
one petal falls to the rug, she loves me not
town crier lugging a boom box with spirit plugs
and a red radio flyer
tied to irony like twenty burning igloos with a sailors knot
fiddler crabs build sandcastles while high tide off azalea crops
in the icicle field I portray, cats get antsy
and ask 'why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?'

why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?

why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?

why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?
well if it ain't finally a question that's worth answering

I boogie for the raindrops
for the purity, the anger
for my childhood recollections
for the comic book in my heart
the mocked intentions
the clarity, passion, seclusion
those cool summer nights
for the market merchant 'cross the street selling me stog's at half price
for the mights, the maybes, the nauseating pitfall
my girl, my friends
for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall
for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash
for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on
his feet
see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder
and walk across broken glass
through every wicked world to kiss tomorrow's morning
not for nothing
you'll drown in a pool of your crooked morals
whispering 'maybe Aesop Rock was on to something'

maybe, no promises

Reptisaurus!

01-22-2005, 06:49 PM

We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary

Good one. :) Great verse.

blackdragon6

01-22-2005, 08:12 PM

One From Dre.

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

Hey Yo doctor, here`s another proper crack
and it`s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you`s a wanna be `loc
and you`ll get smoked and i hope that ya fans understand
when ya talk about sprayin me, the same records that ya
makin` is payin me
Motherf**k Dre
Motherf**k Snoop
Motherf**k Death Row
gentlemen, here comes my left blow
`cuz i`m the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherf**kin G`s in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now ya dopper, but tell me where the
f**k ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin `bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you`re only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
(damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only made Eazy`s pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don`t step to deez
motherf**kin` Real G`s-EAZY-E

Cyke

01-22-2005, 08:18 PM

Not Buckaroo Bonsai but busted out as I
Say the kind of rhymes that make MC's wish that I die.
---LL Cool J "Bad"

Anyone who can put Buckaroo Bonzai in a song and make it work is a genius.

blackdragon6

01-22-2005, 08:22 PM

sittin on them chromy 24's rotating like a merry go ROUND bangin SUROUND i never turn my stereo DOWN-bun-b of ugk

Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up
Without pickin' my Glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up
I got haters on lock-up...boy, they slangin' rock up
And bangin' Makaveli 7, crankin' my 'Pac up
Now, ain't no stoppin' when the tops start droppin'
Hearin' Fat Pat rappin', your hat back capin'
In a black 'Lac mackin' wit' a bop in a fade
Boy, we fat stack packin', steady choppin' on blades...blades...blades..
-bun-b of ugk

Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean
Shiny thru like ginsing
Got yo' bitch wetter than the captain of the swim team
Steppin' out the Caddy, bitch, I'm fresher than Dentyne
Slicker than Crisco, sweeter than Nabisco
From Philly to 'Frisco with the Don p and Sisqo
You better get some Blades if you still ridin' this ho
Boys puttin' Swangers on Benzes, it gotta stop
If you finta ride foreign, then, nigga, you gotta chop
And Southern niggas still got the nerve to ride D's
I ain't hatin' on Daytons, but it's 2000, nigga please
It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues
It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes
Got some cars and some pros: some real and some fraud;
Hated on by a nigga, hated on by a broad
So long as J's sell, and them boppin' hoes slut
I'll be ridin' chromin' blades, steady choppin' hoes up...hoes up...hoes up
-bun-b of ugk

blackdragon6

01-22-2005, 08:43 PM

"i'm not a killer but don't push me,revenge is the sweetest thing next to getting pussy"-2PAC

"paybacks a bitch and the bitch is on her period"-Krayzie bone

"Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich. Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch,
gimme your shit. Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug. Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they
bitches, now I just can't buy my bud. With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack, and I snag my leather rag, can't
reveal when I glide with the moneybag, ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside, and I can't escape, some
say it's a phase. If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge. It's a raid. Put your face to pave. If you try to
play brave, you'll get slayed. Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe. I snatched the
clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said, "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed
try some stupid shit. And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell." Trail to the back with the money in the sack,
locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. Well, tickets I'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and I break fast. Get to my pad, sit
back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash. At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth. Now, I'm straight.
Covered my tracks, only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool. " Krayzie bone

It's a raid. Put your face to the pave. If you try to
play brave, you'll get slayed" Krayzie bone

^now thats a real bad ass quote

i have another one

cops tell them to lye down and put their hand on their heads

*cocks gun* "nah BITCH!! you lay YO punk ass down on the ground"-Bizzy bone

"Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits
red.
And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
I know what to do with that vest, man
Twenty-two shots. I killa.
You don't wanna f**k with Bone, nigga.
And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherf**k all coppers,
Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop

-Wish bone

celluloid_droid

01-22-2005, 09:57 PM

I love you like a fat kid loves cake. -- 50 Cent.

thik_3rd

01-23-2005, 02:13 AM

Now here's the perfect niche to let it bubble and foam
Wait these seconds then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischevious, lyrical genius on the loose
and I pack the deuce deuce of some act right juice
I'm in my own, space and time
The elevation of my rhymes elevates your mind
It's a clear blue sky and a clear blue day
Foe a G from DPG to wear clear blue and gray
I come I came, I am I ain't
the nigga ya wants ta fuck with, get peeled like paint
Bottoms up, nigga give it all ya got
from the bottom to the top or get shanked get shot
Provocative footage, of this lyrical abuse transgression
from this infectious enemy, they on the loose
And unstoppable, Daz
My motherfuckin nigga from back in the past

Nah nah nah, fuck that!
Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
with a rap, that's shittin on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or Bavarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister
That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?
Cause every since I was an infrant I was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it
I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
cause she hit me with a left, then another left
That's why my brain is out of order
because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit
then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
from a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor ?Tim? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)

The X is like a monument, I'm old New York
I hope you know where I'm comin from
You got to take some, and then you leave some
Good food, shoes and clothes
Stay away from the nasty hoes
Your old pops he don't like my style
He resort to callin names as long as names stay names and no games
I resist the urge to blast his old ass to flames
A long hot summer, with no contract
One-twenty blocks, breakin open that pack
Your role models, now down with the bottles
That's over near the store with the reinforced door
and the breakaway for a pitbull named Thor, hah
For real Slim, for real cause I can't stress no ass
Cause it's, one where you came from, just like the same one
That was there yesterday, today, tomorrow
Assembly car lines, line em up from behind
Sick that ass like a cactus, react to this dick, uh!
Helmet wrapped tight sees no daylight
I roll two-ply duke and that's a must
Picture me knockin off shorty here with the rawness
A year or two later got ta hear it
And ain't got long to live, and ain't got long to live

TitoJones

01-23-2005, 09:00 AM

"A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron"
RZA---Impossible

"Coolin on the corner with the cellular phone you can tell that the East
Bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers, cuz he’s got a technine in the
bushes

And that’s how the shit was handled, first name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J, E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessey, robs with a mother fucker named
O.E.
E had a bitch and her name was Gin, had a nigga named Juice doin time
in the pen
You couldn’t tell that Gin was a bitch though, cuz she was fuckin some
nigga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they’d come with two fat niggas named Bacardi and
Rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary, the bitch was all bloody
and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body, and all fingers pointed at Rum and
Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel, so Jack tried to bail Juice out of the jail
But ol’ E had the judge on the payroll clout, so Jack shot the judge up
and rolled Juice out
Now everybody’s talking ‘bout Gin and Juice, Juice shot Gin cuz the
bitch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin they ain’t gonna get me, I’ll round up the posse
and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls, had 99 niggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call so E and J and Jack and Juice nined
them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill, got the money
from the bitch (?reckless?) Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn’t survive, but Mickey was slick he
had a Colt 45
And now he’s wonderin how he got the word, it was the neighborhood wino
Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice, it was a hundred and
eighty-seven proof , Check it out

Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird, time for the Hurricane he said
word
Thunderbird in an alley waitin, wearin a beanie, tryin to get a sip
from the cop Mr Martini
St. Ides screwed off Thunderbird’s top, spilled his drank and gave a
swig to the cop
But it’s too late Martini knows it all, Mickey and his boy OD were
slangin 8 balls
Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill, so when he asked for Juice
he got a quick fill
Mickey had his boy on Bourbon Blocks, the murderous cop killer Mr
Peppermint Schnapps
Mickey had this thing about nosey cops and it made Mr Peppermint lose
his top
Martini off duty waitin for the Night Train, didn’t know his wife
Champaign would never see him again
Peppermint Schnapps creepin with the Colt 45, gotta peel his cap before
the train arrives
Gotta stay low in Broward here comes the train all the boys said the
engineers Bartles and Jaymes
There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast, Martini fell on
the ground there was a big splash
Mr Schnapps got up because the cops chased him, St. Ides and Mickey in
a ‘vette ready in front of the station
But you know Jack and Juice was undercover, and Jack was mad B cuz
Mickey shot his lover
there was big shootout and Mickey got juiced, he couldn’t hang with the
1-8-7 proof
Juice was splattered and St. Ides had took a fall, and then Endo smoked
‘em all
Check it out!"
Spice 1---187 Proof

Eliot Johnson

01-23-2005, 09:13 AM

Lines:

"It's Over with/
It's finished/
Fly started it, Fly ended it/
Fly took the cake and ate it/
And had ice cream with it/
And I'm not the biggest/
Nor baddest, but realest/
Cizomin', Cizomin', Gizunnin', so FEEL THIS"
--Playa Fly, "Start Runnin"

"Head Low
Mouth Closed
Eyes Shut
Ears froze
I won't say nuthin if I ain't seen it, do you hear me, though?
Quote This
Who Wrote this?
A poet from South Memphis
Givin you his all, standin' tall, spittin' Real Shit"
--Gangsta Blac, "Head Low"

"We trained for combat
You fight the presidents war, you ain't gon come back
How many soldiers done died, i can only wonder
before they lock me, take me under, and change my name to a number"
--V-Dog, "Trained 4 Combat"

"The only scenery I see that's fascinatin' to Fly
The shinin' sun, moon, clouds, and the stars in the sky
Some heavy, heavenly medicated treatment for my ghetto eyes, ghetto eyes"
--Playa Fly, "Ghetto Eyes"

"I ain't scared to die, but I'm scared to live
I think I believe in god, but it's hard to be positive"
--Destineal, "Nothin' Matters Now"

"With total eradication
of those who tried to stop me, from Flizy's destination
A modern day plantation
That's where those crackers trapped us
Those bustaz took our culture, bloody white-skinned bastards
But, Flizy is rebellious
With righteousness to tell ya
I'll take this rap and run wit' it, never be a failure
And Fly will never answer, to these illegitimate masters
'Cause G-O-D and Flizy will bring natural disasters"
--Playa Fly, Situation

"SUICIDE!
The only way to get rid of my problems
SUICIDE!
My 30R6 my just solve 'em
SUICIDE!
I wonder, would the world, even miss me?
SUICIDE!
Instead of tryin' to diss me, folk, get with me!
...
This world's too fucked up, I'm sorry, baby, I gotta go
One last question, will my son, Tommy IV, understand the reason for this suicide note"
--Tommy Wright III, "Suicide"

"Now, I chill for every thirll
Only got one life to live
I don't belief in afterlife, yet i'm wonderin' where heaven is"
-Playa Fly, "Gettin It On"

"I bet you wonder how you breathe
I bet you wonder why the leaves
Fall up off the trees in the fall, well, this what Fly believe
Fly believe in S.P.V.
Fly believe in M da 3
And yes, Fly do believe in G-O-D
And if you down with Flizy
or live in a sound mind
You know that, like love and hate, between life and death, it sho is a thin line
And all lines will be crossed
Devils will be tossed
Angels will get high and your friends will be lost
Please put aside ya pride, please call for help
Then, you might find somethin' you cherish, more than life itself."
--Playa Fly, "N God We Trust"

Punchy

01-23-2005, 12:04 PM

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
-Inspectah Deck, Wu-Tang Clan "Triumph"

It's McDaniels, not McDonald's
These rhymes are Darryl's, those burgers are RONALD'S
-DMC, Run-DMC "Son of Byford"

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-23-2005, 12:25 PM

"Coolin on the corner with the cellular phone you can tell that the East
Bay was his home
More mail than the rest of the pushers, cuz he’s got a technine in the
bushes

And that’s how the shit was handled, first name Jack, last name Daniels
Had two boys named E and J, E had the nine and J the AK
Clocked on a street called Hennessey, robs with a mother fucker named
O.E.
E had a bitch and her name was Gin, had a nigga named Juice doin time
in the pen
You couldn’t tell that Gin was a bitch though, cuz she was fuckin some
nigga named Cisco
E and J knew tonight they’d come with two fat niggas named Bacardi and
Rum
The cap jacks hoe and the sight was scary, the bitch was all bloody
and her name was Mary
Officer Martini wiped up the body, and all fingers pointed at Rum and
Bacardi
E and J told Jack the hotel, so Jack tried to bail Juice out of the jail
But ol’ E had the judge on the payroll clout, so Jack shot the judge up
and rolled Juice out
Now everybody’s talking ‘bout Gin and Juice, Juice shot Gin cuz the
bitch was loose
Now E is shook thinkin they ain’t gonna get me, I’ll round up the posse
and call up Mickey
Mickey was big, he only sold 8 balls, had 99 niggas up against the wall
E and J found out he made the call so E and J and Jack and Juice nined
them all
They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill, got the money
from the bitch (?reckless?) Strawberry Hill
Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn’t survive, but Mickey was slick he
had a Colt 45
And now he’s wonderin how he got the word, it was the neighborhood wino
Thunderbird
You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice, it was a hundred and
eighty-seven proof , Check it out

Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird, time for the Hurricane he said
word
Thunderbird in an alley waitin, wearin a beanie, tryin to get a sip
from the cop Mr Martini
St. Ides screwed off Thunderbird’s top, spilled his drank and gave a
swig to the cop
But it’s too late Martini knows it all, Mickey and his boy OD were
slangin 8 balls
Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill, so when he asked for Juice
he got a quick fill
Mickey had his boy on Bourbon Blocks, the murderous cop killer Mr
Peppermint Schnapps
Mickey had this thing about nosey cops and it made Mr Peppermint lose
his top
Martini off duty waitin for the Night Train, didn’t know his wife
Champaign would never see him again
Peppermint Schnapps creepin with the Colt 45, gotta peel his cap before
the train arrives
Gotta stay low in Broward here comes the train all the boys said the
engineers Bartles and Jaymes
There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast, Martini fell on
the ground there was a big splash
Mr Schnapps got up because the cops chased him, St. Ides and Mickey in
a ‘vette ready in front of the station
But you know Jack and Juice was undercover, and Jack was mad B cuz
Mickey shot his lover
there was big shootout and Mickey got juiced, he couldn’t hang with the
1-8-7 proof
Juice was splattered and St. Ides had took a fall, and then Endo smoked
‘em all
Check it out!"
Spice 1---187 Proof
man i love that song

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-23-2005, 12:29 PM

"Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits
red.
And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
I know what to do with that vest, man
Twenty-two shots. I killa.
You don't wanna f**k with Bone, nigga.
And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherf**k all coppers,
Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop

-Wish bone
possibly wish bones best verse

Eliot Johnson

01-23-2005, 04:21 PM

"paybacks a bitch and the bitch is on her period"-Krayzie bone

"Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich. Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch,
gimme your shit. Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug. Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they
bitches, now I just can't buy my bud. With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack, and I snag my leather rag, can't
reveal when I glide with the moneybag, ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside, and I can't escape, some
say it's a phase. If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge. It's a raid. Put your face to pave. If you try to
play brave, you'll get slayed. Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe. I snatched the
clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said, "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed
try some stupid shit. And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell." Trail to the back with the money in the sack,
locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. Well, tickets I'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and I break fast. Get to my pad, sit
back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash. At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth. Now, I'm straight.
Covered my tracks, only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool. " Krayzie bone

It's a raid. Put your face to the pave. If you try to
play brave, you'll get slayed" Krayzie bone

^now thats a real bad ass quote

i have another one

cops tell them to lye down and put their hand on their heads

*cocks gun* "nah BITCH!! you lay YO punk ass down on the ground"-Bizzy bone

"Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits
red.
And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
I know what to do with that vest, man
Twenty-two shots. I killa.
You don't wanna f**k with Bone, nigga.
And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherf**k all coppers,
Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop

-Wish bone

"Other rappers had somethin' to say, but they didn't do a good enough job/
I call myself the One Man Gang, but, tell the truth, I'm comin' with a f*ckin' mob/
Ain't no watermelon eatin'/
Memphis n*ggaz be down wit' street sweepin'/
Bone tryin to rock Girbauds and golds/
What's up wit' dem outta style afros?/
Tryin' to get 'em braided/
Memphis Tennessee can't be faded/
Tony Tone, I'll make that leather glock look like that sh*t in Oklahoma/
Leave your flesh hangin', makin' you bustaz Wish that you ain't say shit/
Krayzie ain't as crazy as me, too Layzie to run/
I'ma get Bizzy with this gun/
Yeah, I heard how you followed Eazy E around Cali beggin' him to hear ya rap one time/
Tommy Wright is gonna follow y'all as, but i'ma be strapped with a gl-iz-ock nine/
Keep Tennessee up out your mouth next time a magazine asks you for a comment/
Or we gonna see if you can still rap fast when I snatch your tongue out from your stomach/
B is baggish bustaz bustin' booties, breakin' each others' backs/
O is open your mouth again, I'm comin' to Cleveland fully strapped/
N is never shot a n*gga in your life, you n*ggaz what I wanna see hangin from a tree/
E is the cheese you didn't receive, got dicked in the ass by Eazy E"
--Tommy Wright III, "Thuggish Ruggish Bustaz"

Best diss verse ever.

To sum it up, as talented as the Bone Thugz are, they will forever be bitches in my mind for what they did (blatantly took many, many aspects of Memphis rap) and what they said (denied that they did so; and dismissed Memphis as country and all around worthless). They showed that they are not only classless but ignorant with their actions, and for that, I urge everyone to stop buying Bone's CDs. Memphis is truly one of the richest cities as far as rap, particularly lyrically, and Bone's comments disrespect the entire game of rap.

Eliot Johnson

01-23-2005, 04:38 PM

Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich
Started this shit and I'm gonna finish it yes I am dammit
We gonna slam it down like the hit it is shit it is time for them niggas from Memphis, Tenn to get deep
within
How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street
and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
for what, for what I don't know they tied him to a pickup truck
then posted him up and down like they just didn't really give a f**k
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
bust back at KKK's who try to follow me
these hollowties saving my ass in crucial situations
any other tactics I need, I use imagination
I'm ten steps ahead of your ass type of nigga
shit that I already know you try to figure
give up, put your ship up, don't try to sail
don't you see we got this shit built up, can't pry a nail
in my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk
get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
ain't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope shit
using a pen or a pencil back when I wrote this
space age, feel it perculatin' but all this hurt and hatin'
still keep on bringing people back to old situations
I change the stations but they playing the same list
we started the shit and we gon' finish this shit-MJG

i like how he was making reference to the byrd case out of texas where these white guys tied the black man to a pick up truck and dragged him to his death.so i guess thats your deep lyrics for today.

That's a great verse...MJG is so inconsistent though...one minute he's one of the best in the game, dropping original shit like this, and the next minute he's no different than any other rapper.

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-23-2005, 04:43 PM

"Other rappers had somethin' to say, but they didn't do a good enough job/
I call myself the One Man Gang, but, tell the truth, I'm comin' with a f*ckin' mob/
Ain't no watermelon eatin'/
Memphis n*ggaz be down wit' street sweepin'/
Bone tryin to rock Girbauds and golds/
What's up wit' dem outta style afros?/
Tryin' to get 'em braided/
Memphis Tennessee can't be faded/
Tony Tone, I'll make that leather glock look like that sh*t in Oklahoma/
Leave your flesh hangin', makin' you bustaz Wish that you ain't say shit/
Krayzie ain't as crazy as me, too Layzie to run/
I'ma get Bizzy with this gun/
Yeah, I heard how you followed Eazy E around Cali beggin' him to hear ya rap one time/
Tommy Wright is gonna follow y'all as, but i'ma be strapped with a gl-iz-ock nine/
Keep Tennessee up out your mouth next time a magazine asks you for a comment/
Or we gonna see if you can still rap fast when I snatch your tongue out from your stomach/
B is baggish bustaz bustin' booties, breakin' each others' backs/
O is open your mouth again, I'm comin' to Cleveland fully strapped/
N is never shot a n*gga in your life, you n*ggaz what I wanna see hangin from a tree/
E is the cheese you didn't receive, got dicked in the ass by Eazy E"
--Tommy Wright III, "Thuggish Ruggish Bustaz"

Best diss verse ever.

To sum it up, as talented as the Bone Thugz are, they will forever be bitches in my mind for what they did (blatantly took many, many aspects of Memphis rap) and what they said (denied that they did so; and dismissed Memphis as country and all around worthless). They showed that they are not only classless but ignorant with their actions, and for that, I urge everyone to stop buying Bone's CDs. Memphis is truly one of the richest cities as far as rap, particularly lyrically, and Bone's comments disrespect the entire game of rap.
bone never dissed memphis they dissed the people whom dissrupted their concerts at memphis,and the officials for doing a lousy job at security.

also bones style sounds nothing like memphis style of rap,its a combination of their style and midwestern style.

Eliot Johnson

01-23-2005, 05:24 PM

bone never dissed memphis they dissed the people whom dissrupted their concerts at memphis,and the officials for doing a lousy job at security.

also bones style sounds nothing like memphis style of rap,its a combination of their style and midwestern style.

Have you read the article? they called memphis "country" and then said they weren't worth their time. they wouldn't give memphis ANY credit.

Where does tongue twisting come from? Memphis (started by Tommy Wright III & Manson Family). Where do references to the occult come from? Memphis (started by Triple Six). Where does the sorta rapping/singing mixture come from? Memphis (started by Young Lo & C-Rocka & Michael Street).

Bone's entire subject matter is the exact same thing that Memphis rappers rap about (beyond just the occult references).

If you can show me some stuff from before 91 with someone twisting or rapping about the occult or all the other stuff memphis rappers rap about...then you're right, but until then, Bone will forever be bitches. Not only for stealing Memphis's style but for dissing the entire city, the most important southern rap mecca, at that.

Chi Illy

01-23-2005, 07:47 PM

Where does tongue twisting come from? Memphis (started by Tommy Wright III & Manson Family).

When did they come out? 91? If so, Twista's first album came then too.

Its hard to say where exactly where or when any style came out. I read an article where Mannie Fresh said crunk basically came out of a style that was in New Orleans, which sprung off from Miama bass.

thik_3rd

01-23-2005, 08:19 PM

If you can show me some stuff from before 91 with someone ...rapping about the occult
ganksta nip

Eliot Johnson

01-23-2005, 08:59 PM

When did they come out? 91? If so, Twista's first album came then too.

Its hard to say where exactly where or when any style came out.

This is extremely true. It is really impossible to pinpoint anything, truly. Memphian rappers may not have been the very first to reference the occult or tongue twist (although i have been proved wrong about the occult, i still believe they were the first to tongue twist), but they WERE among the innovators and they WERE before bone.

And if you listen to the memphis stuff from the really early nineties by the artists i mentioned, and it's hard not to see absolutely striking similarities with that music and bone's stuff. the similarities are so prevelent that it would be an incredible coincidence for bone to rapping about what they rapped about in the manner that they did. And I don't believe in coincidence, especially incredible coincidences.

I was wrong to state Memphis as the pure inventors of those styles, but I still maintain that Bone drew MAJOR influence from them, and then acted very classlessly and ignorantly by saying what they said.

Regarding Twista...doesn't he hold the title for world's faster rapper? And one of the Bone cats held it for a while before that?

I think that's it...C9 seems like he's faster than both. How do they measure this? Words per minute or something?

Regarding the term "crunk"...Memphian rappers were using the term in as early as 1994...maybe earlier. that's just the earliest i've heard it. I've seen in articles that the term "originated in Memphis and Miami," but as has been said, it is impossible to truly now.

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

01-23-2005, 09:23 PM

This is extremely true. It is really impossible to pinpoint anything, truly. Memphian rappers may not have been the very first to reference the occult or tongue twist (although i have been proved wrong about the occult, i still believe they were the first to tongue twist), but they WERE among the innovators and they WERE before bone.

And if you listen to the memphis stuff from the really early nineties by the artists i mentioned, and it's hard not to see absolutely striking similarities with that music and bone's stuff. the similarities are so prevelent that it would be an incredible coincidence for bone to rapping about what they rapped about in the manner that they did. And I don't believe in coincidence, especially incredible coincidences.

I was wrong to state Memphis as the pure inventors of those styles, but I still maintain that Bone drew MAJOR influence from them, and then acted very classlessly and ignorantly by saying what they said.

Regarding Twista...doesn't he hold the title for world's faster rapper? And one of the Bone cats held it for a while before that?

I think that's it...C9 seems like he's faster than both. How do they measure this? Words per minute or something?

Regarding the term "crunk"...Memphian rappers were using the term in as early as 1994...maybe earlier. that's just the earliest i've heard it. I've seen in articles that the term "originated in Memphis and Miami," but as has been said, it is impossible to truly now.
you give memphis too much credit.....................and all of your logic is severely flawed i'm aware of most of the artists you mention and and bone don't sound shit like these memphis rappers.alot of bone influences comes from their own production wich EAZY-E came up with cause he thought it complimented their style,producers like cold 187um,dj uneek LT-hutton,tony-c,and rythem-d ALREADY had dark sounding production bone just fed off of it and these guys was around long before any of the aformentioned memphis rappers.i suppose the west cost stole memphis style too huh?

also tripple 6 was trying to be a horrorcore rap group bone wasn't...............

Trulyures

01-23-2005, 09:32 PM

I don't have a favorite rap verse

Eliot Johnson

01-23-2005, 09:36 PM

you give memphis too much credit.....................and all of your logic is severely flawed i'm aware of most of the artists you mention and and bone don't sound shit like these memphis rappers.

well, we just disagree right there...i think they sound VERY much alike. the young lo thing IS stretching it, i'll admit to that. but there are at least minute similarities.

Not that it matters what anyone else thinks, but obviously i'm not the only one to think that Bone was at least influenced by Memphis music. it has come up many times.

alot of bone influences comes from their own production wich EAZY-E came up with cause he thought it complimented their style,producers like cold 187um,dj uneek LT-hutton,tony-c,and rythem-d ALREADY had dark sounding production bone just fed off of it and these guys was around long before any of the aformentioned memphis rappers.i suppose the west cost stole memphis style too huh?

I didn't mention production at all, so this is entirely irrelevant. Memphis and West Coast production are unique from each other. I was purely talking about the subject matter and style of rapping.

also tripple 6 was trying to be a horrorcore rap group bone wasn't...............

But, Triple 6 wasn't really trying to be horrorcore. They used the occult stuff only slightly more than Bone, at least early on. They couldn't really be said to have been trying to be pure horrorcore 'cause several of their solo tapes have no occult shit on 'em at all. "Out Da Darkness of Da Kut" for example is purely about street life.

To me, Memphis was the most important city in the birth of Southern Rap. Further, I think that the most consistently quality rap comes out of Memphis. For Bone to say what they said, i'll say it again, was classless and ignorant. Even if they drew no inspiration from M-Town (which is highly unlikely), their comments were 100% out of line and a diss to all of southern rap. It was a bitch move pure and simple. I usually don't like ana in my music, but, in this case, Tommy Wright was totally justified in making "Thuggish Ruggish BUSTAZ" just as Playa Fly was validated in making "Triple Bitch Mafia."

Punchy

01-24-2005, 01:16 AM

Rappers dissing each other is so freakin' played out.

Alex

01-24-2005, 01:26 AM

Rappers dissing each other is so freakin' played out.
But it's a standard...it's like the guitar solo for rock.
As far as i know, dissing each other has been around since mc's were screaming about how they were better then the guy in the club down the alley.

Punchy

01-24-2005, 01:28 AM

But it's a standard...it's like the guitar solo for rock.
As far as i know, dissing each other has been around since mc's were screaming about how they were better then the guy in the club down the alley.

That I can see, it's like freestylin'. That's cool with me. But when rappers record all of these diss raps about someone who disrespected them or where there from or whatever, it just REEKS of publicity to me.

Alex

01-24-2005, 01:35 AM

That I can see, it's like freestylin'. That's cool with me. But when rappers record all of these diss raps about someone who disrespected them or where there from or whatever, it just REEKS of publicity to me.
I like it when they do a song, making fun of someone, and pointing out that the last track they made fun of them in was leaked and they didn't want anyone to hear it.
*Would glare at eminem if he were present*

thik_3rd

01-24-2005, 02:21 AM

Rappers dissing each other is so freakin' played out.
too often now its just publicity...
every week seems like someone is dissing someone else out of the blue, and what a surprise they happen to have an album coming out in 2 weeks...
i really dont even pay attention to that...

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

01-24-2005, 05:09 PM

Even if they drew no inspiration from M-Town (which is highly unlikely), their comments were 100% out of line and a diss to all of southern rap. ."
they did not diss all southern rappers if that was the case no southern artists would work with them at all.

Eliot Johnson

01-24-2005, 05:49 PM

they did not diss all southern rappers if that was the case no southern artists would work with them at all.

People take things in different ways, obviously. To me, it was a diss to all of southern rap to say what they said about Memphis, considering how instrumental Memphis was in the birth of southern rap. if you or other ppl don't take it that way...cool, but Bone was IGNORANT and CLASSLESS to say what they said.

Normally, I don't like ana in my music, because it usually IS for publicity, but...come on, Tommy Wright III doesn't give a damn about publicity. He's never gonna be big and he knows it. He says in his song "One Man Gang pt. 2" that "I ain't never gonna be famous and I don't give a fuck."

The world would never, ever accept Tommy Wright III.

Playa Fly, too, was 100% validated in making the Triple Bitch Mafia song, after what they did, not only to him, but to memphis rap in general and countless other rappers.

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-24-2005, 08:31 PM

well anyways BACK ON TOPIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues-Kool-G Rap

blackdragon6

01-24-2005, 10:07 PM

and just to iritate tek heres some more bone verses

...Don't Complain, Just Play The Hand That You Was Dealt...You Play 'Em Right You Prevail, You Play 'Em Wrong, & You Fail...
-Krayzie Bone-

...You're Probably Seein' Revenge, & There's Plenty Within...
-Krayzie Bone-

...Don't Listen To What The Devil Say, 'Cause He Can Deceive Ya', Play Wit' Your Brain & Mis-Lead Ya'...
-Krayzie Bone-

Eliot Johnson

01-25-2005, 05:25 PM

Just to show how much better Tommy Wright III is than bone ( ;) ) here's "Suicide" by Tommy Wright III:

"What the fuck am i doing here
Tommy has shed tears for years
Had so many fears
A young n*gga talkin' the little good and all the bad, i wanna jump, baby, don't come near/
goin' of the edge of the ledge
'Cause I'm better of dead
This is what goes through me head
Wonderin' how my child will be fed
When I'm down at 201, and the color of the dot on my wrist band is red
Any n*gga feelin' like they gonna be on the triple beam all they life, I can feel ya/
These crackers DO wanna kill ya/
These bitches are always testin' my nuts/
Is you a punk or what?/
Bone, I got a suddern urge to fuck you up/
I ain't scared to bust/
It ain't NO ONE i trust/
Take my weapon off of safety, keep it cocked/
Haterz wanna run up on my spot/
That's when I release a hundred shots/
Leave the barrell smokin' hot/
Tommy walk up drenched in sweat
My shirt wrinkled, wet
A nightmare about the caps tommy had to peel, I was shocked/
When, before my eyes, my aunt dropped/
From the glock my uncle popped/
Twelve years, she been dead/
All that time ain't never replace the fact/
That she ain't never comin' back/
And no one could raise her kids/
Everything that this n*gga did/
Pull a trigga
For bigga figgas
It was so hard
Never did get along with me mom from the start
'cause she never supported that i'm forever street smart/
All these crack babies,
Even my best friends actin' shady
The whole world dialated
The cops tryna chase me
And the judge and prosecuter cannot wait until they face me
Tommy Wright
Just might
Take a step away from this life
Ain't nothin left that's right
Can't even turn to Christ
C'mon Lord, i need Ya if i'ma survive tonight
...Too late...

SUICIDE!
The only way to get rid of my problems
SUICIDE
My 30R6 might just solve 'em
SUICIDE!
I wonder...would the world, even miss me?
SUICIDE!
Instead of tryin' to diss me, n*gga, get wit' me!"

Verse 1 and Chorus of Suicide by Tommy Wright III.

mgs

01-25-2005, 07:13 PM

'California knows how to party...California knows how to party'
-2pac

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

01-25-2005, 07:21 PM

Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Street Blues-Kool-G Rapah yes kool-g rap you can't go wrong with him

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

01-25-2005, 07:22 PM

'California knows how to party...California knows how to party'
-2pac
short but sweet

Taltos

01-25-2005, 07:25 PM

Yo the sun don't shine forever but as long as its
here then we might as well shine togeher
Better now than never business before pleasure
P-Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
It's ten years and we still runnin this motherfucker

Taltos

01-25-2005, 07:32 PM

Even if you dont like the movie, you cant deny that these rhymes are tight

* T-u-r-t-l-e power!
T-u-r-t-l-e power!
T-u-r-t-l-e power!
Teenage mutant ninja turtle!
In a half shell, they're the heroes four
In this day and age who could ask for more?
The crime wave is high with muggings mysterious
Our police and detective are farious,
,cause they can't find the source.
Of this lethally evil force
This is serious so give me a quarter
I was a witness, get me a reporter!
Call april o'nail in on this case, and
You'd better hurry up, there's no time to waste!
We need help, like quick, on the double
Have pity on the city, man it's in trouble!
We need heroes like the lone ranger
When tonto came pronto, when there was danger
They didn't say they'd be there in half an hour,
,cause they displayed…turtle power!
[refrain] (2 times)

Now our miss reporter was hot on the trail
Determined to put these crooks in jail
She spied the bad guys and saw what happened,
But before she knew it, she fell in a trap and caught!
Yeah, she was all alone
With no friends, and no phone
Now this was beyond her wrost dreams,
Cause she was concered by some wayward teens
Headed by shredder they were anything but good
Misguided, unloved, they called them the foot
They could terrorize and be angry youth, and
They mugged the people. who needed proof?
Then from out of the dark came an awesome sound!
Shouted "cowabunga!" as they hit the ground
From the field of weeds the heroes rescued the flower
Cause they possessed…turtle power!
Do you stand for what you believe in?
And find the strength to do what's right?

That's turtle power!
Heroes in half shell, they're on a mission
When there's a battle got the enemy wishin'
That they stayed at home, instead of fightin'
These ninja masters with moves like lightnin'
They were once normal, but now they're mutants
Spinter's the teacher so they are the students
Leonardo, michaelangelo, and donatello,
Make up this group with one other follow
Raphael, he's the leader of the group
Transformed from the norm by the nuclear goop
Pizza's the food that's sure to please,
These ninjas are into pepperonI and cheese
Back to the story, it's not hard to find
Ninjas not just of the body but of the mind
These are the words that their master instructed,
But a letter from shredder has splinter abducted
That was the last straw, spring into action
Step on the foot, now they're goona lose traction
Now this is for real, so you fight for justice,
Your shell is hard so you shout, "they can't dust us" four!
Like some old coffee table
Since you were young you've been willing and able
To defeat the snake, protect the weak,
Fight for rights and the freedom to speak
Now the villian is showin' so you take a stand
Back to the wall, put your sword in your hand
Remember the words of your teacher, your master:
"evil moves fast, but good moves faster!"
Then light, shining for your illumination
Good versus evil equal confrontation
So when you're in trouble don't give in and go sour,
Try to rely on your…turtle power!
[refrain] (3 times)

Taltos

01-25-2005, 07:39 PM

Anyone who ever claims to be a fan of rap must know Slick Rick and his "A Children's Story"

Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin' like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?",
the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he'd head for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
he told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?).

Good Night.

EysaSpades

01-26-2005, 09:40 AM

"Liquid Swords"

I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
"Latyrx"

Yes, yes, yes, YES, well, yes, yes, yes,
You're dealing with lyricists that's fresh, fresh, fresh,
You wanna test, surely ya jest
Look, lets just get one thing correct before ya step
Focus on breath, breath, breath
One rep, breath, breath, breath,
Select yet another set of styles? Yup, yup, yep
Each one as hard as erections I got to flex, flex, flex
For project protection I'm collecting text, techs, tex,
While you're caught up, thinking rap is just sex, sex, sex
And more flesh, flesh, flesh
Robbing your soul of its precious sensuousness
Most of these rappers are talking shit out of the side of they neck
What the heck? It's more and more suckas gettin' signed for less, less, less, and less
And lesson 1: if aiming to impress, press, press,
You gotta do it yourself quiet as kept, kept, kept
If my work is respected I collect checks, checks, checks
They cain't all bounce and if they do I got an ounce at the rest
"Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside)"
Peace - don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin sucotash
Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
that I can say peace and the gunshots will cease?!
Every cop killer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored
They could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...
"Diamonds and Wood"

I'm pimpin' through the ave. tryin' to see some good
But everythang is still the same in my neighborhood
Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down
And when you change for the better shife fools stop comin' around
I see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways
We all lost children, pray for papers, and smokin' our lives away
Got to the point where I could not decipher day from night
She say she love me but all we do now is fuck and fight
My conscience fuck with me so much I can't eat or sleep
The other side of sellin' dope and out there runnin' the streets
And even though I'm gay to street fame comin' from this rap game
Lustful thinkin and compulsive drankin' is a normal thang
Some get a waste and misplace tryin' to win the race
Some try to hold on to their place by smokin' with lace
But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood
I'm smokin' skunk and poppin' the truck to make me feel good.
"Growing Old"

I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin they paper so I guess I can't complain... or can I?
I feel they disrespectin the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight
Now hootie who wants to oppose?
Suppose we rolls through Headland and Delowe
where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
while my close niggaz laugh at
The Southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your patna
Gather your thoughts
"Elevators (Me and You)"

Got stopped at the mall the other day
Heard a call from the other way
that I just came from, some nigga was sayin somethin
talkin bout "Hey man, you remember me from school?" smoke some
Naw not really but he kept smilin like a clown facial expression lookin silly
And he kept askin me, what kind of car you drive, I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup hoes from all them songs that y'all done made
And I replied that I had been goin through tha same thing that he had
True I got more fans than the average man but not enough loot to last me
to the end of the week, I live by the beat like you live check to check
If you don't move yo' feet then I don't eat, so we like neck to neck
Yes we done come a long way like them Slim ass cigarettes
from Virginia, this ain't gon stop so we just gon continue
"I Seen a Man Die"

He greets his father with his hands out
Rehabilitated slightly, glad to be the man's child
The world is different since he's seen it last
Out of jail in seven years and he's happy that he's free at last
All he had was his mother's worth
Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better
But he's black so he's got one strike against him
And he's young, plus he came up in the system
But he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen
And this goes to get on top and try to stay clean
So he's calling up his homie who dun came up
Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff
And had that attitude that who he was was worth it
and with that fucked up attitude he killed his first mate
Now it's different and he's dead as dirt
And realized that the name ain't coming up but it still hurt
And can't nobody change this
It's ninteen-ninety-foe and we up against the same shit
Imagine life at it's full peak
Then imagine lying dead in the arms of your enemy
Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief
Imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace
Cuz everybody's got a different way of endin' it
And when your number comes for service then they send it in
Now your time has arrived for the final touch
I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath
How much longer will it be til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but his memory you'll never take
You'll be headed to another place
And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face
I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong
But you kinda scared of dying so you hold on
And you keep on blacking out cuz the post is near
Stop trying to fight the Reaper just relax and let it go
Because there's no way you can fight it but you'll still try
And you can try it til you fight it but you'll still die
Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears
The rigor mortis starts to set, now you outta here
You start your journey into outer space
You see yourself in the light but you're still feeling outta place
So you standing in the tunnel of eternal light,
And you see the ones you never learned to love in life
Make the choice let it go but you can back it up
If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up
But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free
There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace
And there's twenty times more where that came from. Hey man, there's too much good rap to be tryin to distill it down to just a single favorite verse. :)

Matt_K

01-26-2005, 05:41 PM

It's not necessarily my favorite ever but I'll contribute to this thread by posting one I love by GOD of Pitch Black from their DJ Premier produced debut single It's All Real.

GOD: 1970
I was sent through a heavenly
Spirit and I've been dead-e-ly
As far back as my memory
Can record the power of God was sent to me
They gon have to mention me among the best eventually
Pitch Black's the group of the century
I ain't tryin to see death, disease or the penitentiary
When the smoke screens fade, the charade's played
Nothing remains but the foundation we layed is real
Destroy and build, my feelings kill or be killed
Play around, we spraying rounds, I lay you down
No doubt you dont know what it's about
You think you spitting game but the game spit you out
So you ain't innovating you're regurgitating
Poisonous thoughts, doing dirty work for Satan
I leave you so scarred, your corpse rock hard
Your arms are too short to box with GOD
And it's all real

ComputerWizkid89

01-27-2005, 08:20 PM

Ia, I Against I, Flesh Of my Flesh and Mind of My Mind, Two of a kind, but One wont survive, my Images reflect in the enemys eyes.......

blackdragon6

01-27-2005, 11:23 PM

Ia, I Against I, Flesh Of my Flesh and Mind of My Mind, Two of a kind, but One wont survive, my Images reflect in the enemys eyes.......
yeah i love that line!!!!!!!!

blackdragon6

01-27-2005, 11:26 PM

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

01-27-2005, 11:45 PM

"Rollin' down the window, yeah I got an air conditioner, but I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta."-Master Ace

Criminal minded you've been blinded - looking for a star like mine you can't find it"...KRS-ONE

blackdragon6

01-28-2005, 12:14 AM

At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a
scotch,
formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its
scorching hot,
making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki,
got all
kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy,
til
they
snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in
Catsaki, but
never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a
hill
that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke
rush,
vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real..........real.........real
(sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)-AZ

No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands,
i'm a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban
places got
me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races
with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though
this

ain't
promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in
a
Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta
treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid,
wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see
my
dreams-AZ

Matt_K

01-28-2005, 08:54 AM

Andre 3000: Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It's like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, or five, cats
off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It's like that now, it's like that now

TitoJones

01-28-2005, 01:08 PM

"I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time"
Rakim---My Melody

Lasse T

01-28-2005, 01:57 PM

Viktor Vaughn (MF DOOM) - G.M.C.

Party people know the name, Vik with a "k"
if its all the same, if it ain't dont bother
told the little monster, "No I ain't yo' father
it's Uncle Viktor, shut the lights I'm gettin' dizzy
and close the door, can you see ya momma busy?"
What a scoundrel!
gassed up the town fool to go rob the crown jewel
he's like a lego megalomaniac
who's into electronic and techno, a real brainiac
smack-dab in the hip hop gold rush
V, rather the old stuff
preferably the Cold Crush
it gets deeper than Deepak Chopra
except he keep a stack and some cheap ass vodka
knee-cap poppa, only when he miss the chewy center
at least he always hits who he meant ta
remember he got a short fuse and bad temper
and a plan to claim emperor by December
member of the most player-hated race
who made this invaded place and stated with a straight face
if I cut her off I might miss her
and one of these days, right in the kisser
she probably get mad at me, I bet ya
it gets her nowhere like flattery
she said, "Where were you last Saturday?
and don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery"
don't make me have to bling you
or see you in the street and doubleteam you with the emu
he told her, "When the ?gem paper tear off?
it'll probably tear her ear off before y'all even square off"
no good good-for-nothin
kill her high for no frill like 'Good Will Huntin'
he feels out a place like bizarro
fiesty chick, comes all out her face like Charro
it's Vaughn, he's back on
and you know he don't care like Jimmy Crackcorn
wax off, wax on
tried to raise taxes on cracks and black porn
another year passes
gone are the days when he used to wear glasses
now he wear contacts, unfrozen caveman look over the contracts
these crews is too soft
he came to tear the roof off to get paid to goof off
they don't really wanna battle
all they gon' do is get mad and go tattle
tell 'em a retard said it
he ripped up the weak heart, sighed and jetted
you gotta give us three card credit
even though at times he can be hard-headed
yeah, the main thing, creams by all means and harebrained schemes
the lord's performance was flawless
he rocked with a crown and a Bobby Brown cordless
the broad he was with was gorgeous
the only flaw he saw was she cause a nigga more stress
not trying to diss her
but I used to know this sister that could put a whole fist in her
Hell, I made it momma
grammy for the world's most celebrated rhymer
dead the drama, ?scama?, 4 G's of pizzy from Bahama
V, the lead brown man
and never count your chickens before you read SoundScan
what about mom and pops?
they might as well cooperate and wait 'til the bomb drop
get more cabbage, often time he wonder how they get so savage
V, not your average, often time he wonder how they got so savage

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

01-28-2005, 11:21 PM

"I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time"
Rakim---My Melody

ah........yes how could we forget the master

Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents-Rakim

blackdragon6

01-30-2005, 05:34 PM

lord of the hood i got the cross bow BULLSEYE BITCH ARROW IN YO THROAT!!!!!!!!!-Lord Infamous The Scarecrow

yo bitch love it when i come to your city serve my dick out her pussy and bust my nuts on her tities-Pimp-C

blackdragon6

01-30-2005, 05:43 PM

i got a six four chevey in my yard white drop top pearl paint job its hard,i got them 16 switches like dre cause fool where i'm from thats what everybody play,i got tha back front and back and side to side-pimp-c

blackdragon6

01-30-2005, 05:53 PM

who remember the last diss to ll cool j by KMD?

If mama said knock me out, come do it
You can’t win and that (record scratch) knew it
I’m a send you home in a body bag
Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
You’re out of here, over, finished, all in
And marly marl can’t save you from fallin
’cause as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
You can’t go hard, you’re just so-so todd
I’m that type of guy, oh my god
It’s gets no rougher comes no weaker
Marly hooked the beats so now you need a
Writer to bring you back from hell
Because I’m a rock up L
Low life loser, life like luna
Lafidasical, lispless luna
Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like this
Little league, lard larsonist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liar
Bull, lull, lateral learning
Laps language latent lurking
Language, language, local logo
Light laboring, limited local
Now ll’s a laughing stock
’cause I bit that ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like hitler fell
And now you’re down to a broken l
You’re records ain’t hot and you’re shows don’t sell
Yo, tell ’em how you fell l, hard as hell
You came back and you thought you had me
But think about it, whos’ your daddy

Kill ’em... big daddy, I don’t want none...
I did ’em wit a death blow-kool moe dee

i don't care what anybody say they were evenly matched,and this finished off ll cool j as far as i'm concerned

Eliot Johnson

01-30-2005, 07:29 PM

Two 3-6 disses:

"How the fuck you figga/
You be bigga/
'Cause you makin' cheese/
Half the shit you makin, bitch, belongs to Fly and Gangsta B"
--Playa Fly, "Triple Bitch Mafia"

"This one's for them jacks who be hatin'
Whoe wanna play on my station
I'm landin standin' ovations
Boy, Fly down with the nation
A Taylor baby waitin' to shock ya
Make you suckas get hotta
And Fly gonna do what I gotta
To melt you lemons like lava
if you could stand like a man
Then, Fly could give you a chance
But, see, you can't
So Flizy ain't
As me and Gangsta advance
We trackin' magical tracks
With Parkway love on our backs
We awaken shaken, might just make it, and we ain't turnin' back
Fly's Adversaries? I'll flatten 'em.
Fly's pockets? I'll fatten 'em.
Gold and silver might be nearer but we plannin' on platinum
You pinchin' up on the strip
Fly wipe the blood from my lips
And Fly don't dig what they done dug, but that don't mean I aint' hip
I make my enemies slip
I take advantage of errors
My territory's forever
With lemons cocked back in terror
Minnie Mae Mafia, with Taylor Babies too tough
Nobody needin' nobody and we ain't fuckin' with cuz
So, cuz, you keep to yourself
'Cause we ain't seekin' no help
And Playa family and this Gangsta all that Playa got left
And I can't be sellin' him out
For a bigger car, nor a house
You keep that shit in your pocket, 'cause Fly been doin without
you BITCHES" -- Playa Fly, Nobody Needs Nobody

And then the best rapper ever, in my opinion, just showing off his skills:

"That final one way bus ticket
One great day, Fly gon get it
This wicked world I'm livin in, so cruel and explicit
Fly request this, it's a must
Straight to the only one that I trust
I want to head to the promised land, that he made for us
And if he choose my return
There must be more I can learn
Or other brothers to teach, before their souls get burned
No, I'm not ready to leave, but I'll be ready whenever
Right before now and forever
Fly don't live for no devils
I picture heaven so pretty, but not a too-goody thing
I mean, I belong where I belong, before the throne of the king
And I'm choosin' to speak, before he take me away
This ain't the day of Fly's death, this is the day Fly awake
And what I took I could take
And always do what I can
And while I stood on this earth, this Playa stood for the man
And this land
Is possessed by a man, the crookedest thief
So, I pray to my father, god, to send for me

This world is out of control
So, Playa's ready to go
So super-ready to roll
To go sit high on the globe
Upon this world, Fly's deceased
Now, Fly stroll in heavenly streets
Takin' seats on the stars, with comets under my feet
With whispers in Flizy's ear
Whenever Devils come near
But, Fly's gone in the wind and my voice you will hear
Some might call me a prophet
Other brothers might knock it
But this hear word that you heard, there ain't no way to stop it
Fly is short like DeVito
Passin' Bienvenito
To all his lovers who struggle and to the holiest hero
I hope God send me to Pluto
So I can scorch up this universe
Far away from this planet, 'cause this here planet is cursed
And Fly gonna rest on this level
Surrounded by feathers
Where Angels play in the clouds, with animosity never
And never needin' a light, never too dark to see
And this world will rot, so god is sendin' for me"
--Playa Fly, "Send For Me"

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-30-2005, 08:42 PM

who remember the last diss to ll cool j by KMD?

battles like that was things of hip-hop legend!!!!!!!.........

I Must Break U

01-31-2005, 06:33 PM

Got damn Dre where's the Got damn beat!- form Eminem, Encore

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-01-2005, 12:00 AM

i can't just pick one line frrom this awsome song so here the whole thing

[gunshots]

[Nas talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

[Chorus:]
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

[Chorus]

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

[Chorus]

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss -Nas

his bad ass diss to jay-z

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-01-2005, 12:05 AM

battles like that was things of hip-hop legend!!!!!!!.........
yes they were.................

KameTen

02-01-2005, 10:54 PM

Ice Cube
It Was A Good Day

[Ice Cube]
Break 'em off somethin
[inhales] Shit..
[exhales] Yo..
Yo.. uhh..

[Verse One]
Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!)

[Verse Two]
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em
with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day (shit!)

[Verse Three]
Left my nigga's house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)

KameTen

02-01-2005, 10:56 PM

One more from Cube
Ghetto Vet

Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy
pass the hennessy it gives me energy
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit

[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
(Foe life) I'm still there

my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin' out the trash
feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to
now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night I jerk and jerk
but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet

[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal
same corner same hood I'm still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose
and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet

[Chorus (2X)]
[Mack 10]
Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

I Must Break U

02-02-2005, 06:21 PM

Ice cube from Roll call( Lil John)

[Ice Cube]
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse afraid nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false nigga
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet the boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke the nigga
Cause youse a happy nigga
And i'm a nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its ice cube nigga
And lil jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel the bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in the trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Heltah-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
They'll know nigga!

I Must Break U

02-02-2005, 06:26 PM

Juelz Santana( S.A.N.T.A.N.A)

Say hello to my little friend, hello before I pull again
And show you my bullets friend, hello - my name please (Santana)
Straight blam the lamma, for Cake stand behind ya
And make plans to drop ya, I ain't Aunt Jemima
Bitch, I ain't her to wine ya, I ain't her to dine ya
I came her to pop ya, shit
And I came here for lobster
The whole damn shabang and they ain't brang the pasta (santana)
Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food
I'm not gonna be used, shots will eat through
This kid's small body, and this big long shotty (What?)
That'll just make shit hit all sloppy
Straight out the block, I'm ready, straight out like rock I'm ready
More proper, I'm straight out like hot spagettii
It's rock n roll time, it's lock and load time
Showtime, audios amigos, gotta go time
Yeah, but I be right back at ya
Twice back at ya, like Christ back at ya (Yeah)
You be like damn "That's one nice ass rapper
I kinda like that rapper, I wanna be like that rapper" (NOPE!)
No but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at ya
With that right bell at ya, whoa, I know that might sound bad but
It's....I'm Back

I Must Break U

02-02-2005, 06:28 PM

Juelz Santana( Crunk Music)

Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me
Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the last of the best (best)
One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click (AY!)
Don't fool with the Dips (AY!)
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!)
When that gun with the clip in (what)
Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (AY!)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!)
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!)
In half and please bring my cake back

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-03-2005, 12:26 AM

blackdragon6

02-03-2005, 08:20 PM

...Any nigga hatin ain't no friend of mine nigga considered a enemy nigga that's when ya die I never keep my enemies close cause I got a perfect view of em in my scope that's close enough...." Krayzie Bone

tempestuousepulchre

02-03-2005, 08:54 PM

"what the hell are you waiting for?" - Linkin Park, Numb/Encore

blackdragon6

02-04-2005, 02:18 AM

I Must Break U

02-08-2005, 07:51 PM

T.I. - never scared

Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit
And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play with
If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez!
So don't make it a me or you situation
I'll have yo partner down at I.C.U. visitation
Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it
Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement
I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin
Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and
Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the
Best for last, nigga kiss my ass
Like Della Reese, they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be
Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga!

leonaozaki

02-08-2005, 09:39 PM

Elvis was a hero to most
but he never meant much to me...

I'm black and I'm proud
I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps!

-- Public Enemy, "Fight the Power."

rob

Ottmeister X

02-09-2005, 12:16 AM

Fab five freddy told me everybody's fly.
D.j. spinning, i said, "my, my."
Flash is fast, flash is cool.
Francois, c'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all night and then you see a light.
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground.
And out comes the man from mars.
And you try to run but he's got a gun.
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
And then you're in the man from mars.
You go out at night eating cars.
You eat cadillacs, lincolns too.
Mercurys and subaru.
And you don't stop.
You keep on eating cars.
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from mars is through with cars.
He's eating bars.
Yeah, wall to wall.
Door to door.
Hall to hall.
He's gonna eat 'em all.
Rapture.
Be pure

- White chick rapping

Reptisaurus!

02-09-2005, 12:51 AM

- White chick rapping

Ooh! Ooh! Oooh! Ooh!

Speaking of...

Babysitting sucks but whatever they got junk food, kung fu, egg fu, Dig Dug, a dog
too
And a hot Jew, Mr. Weintraub, I mean he's old but not dimed out
If I'm bad I'll turn around in the corner for Time Out
Aight Josh what you wanna do? You wanna watch cartoons?
HBO got Platoon, hey get back in the room!
I assume your folks are gonna be out late, go make me Kool Aid
I'm a sit on the couch and masturbate then call my boyfriend Gabe and see if he ate
Spit out my Bubbalicious and get to one of them big fridges that could fit 10 midgets
Damn they're rich, hey she left me fifty dishes-bitch!
Let's try on ya mom's minks think she'll miss these Chanel links?
In high heels you look like Jar Jar Binks- go play under the sink
(I want my mommy and daddy!) I want your daddy as well
But if you tell, you'll die of sickle cell and God told me you're goin straight to hell
Well if you don't like it I can leave and then you'll be alone believe me that's what the
creepy monsters want
Plus I'll be taking your TV
Put on your jammers and don't wet the bed I got a camera
I'll take a picture and show that little girl you like Sarah
Oh and one more thing- there's been several mass murderers spotted in the area
I'm a bad babysitter, got my boyfriend in your shower, Woo! I'm makin 6 bucks an hour
Let's make Fluffernutters don't fuckin utter another peep
I'll take the cookie cutter make star cookies outta ya skin while you sleep
Keep still, I gotta check the bathroom cabinet hey what are these pills?
I'll take the Valium Josh you take a bag and the Tagament
Stop throwin up I'm not paid enough you clean up the rug
Is that Fluff? I told you 6 boxes of unmade Jell-O was too much All right kid you gotta go to
bed, I know its only 6 but my boy just came over and he wants me to give him head
Sit his bare ass on the couch where you watch Small Wonder
Next time you see Vicky the spot'll be sticky cuz I sucked his dicky and used your mom's
cucumber
Don't worry I'll put it back in the Frigidaire
Scared? You can have it for supper nice and crisp in the Tupperware
No bedtime story, Gabe get off you're so horny!
Josh get in bed and Freddie Krueger might let you see your mom in the mornin
No porn and shut the shade Gabe-
One day you'll know how nice it is to get laid while you gettin paid

Princess Superstar... Bad Babysitter

SoulOnIce

02-09-2005, 01:28 PM

I can't believe some of the bullshit lyrics people have posted here.

Nas from Verbal Intercourse:

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I'm deceased, by then the beast will rise like yeast

to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun

Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son

Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly

I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me

while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the

pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife

It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in

Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

SoulOnIce

02-09-2005, 01:35 PM

Prodigy from Shook Ones PT.2:

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is older
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

blackdragon6

02-10-2005, 01:46 AM

believe it or not im back on the block and i'm taking my spot back-Krayzie Bone

By the way get his new album "Gemini" that camed out feb 8.its getting alot of buzz

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-10-2005, 02:08 AM

believe it or not im back on the block and i'm taking my spot back-Krayzie Bone

By the way get his new album "Gemini" that camed out feb 8.its getting alot of buzz
i have the gemini album and its fiya as the kids would say.also if were gonna quote from that album this is the way to go

-Wish Bone-
You can call it what you want to, respect when we roll through, five live ya thats just when we bust through/ Swear niggas straight thug, really nigga roll up/ Layed out, blacked out yo niggas fucked up/ It don't really matter, they scatter we bustin so fuck em let em lay/ I ain't really playin, niggas playin, grown ass niggas down/ To me, that shit is gay, bailin in my black gauge too/ Hit ya blunt, buddy but my eyes on you, glock glock step do what I gotta do/ Gotta go fuck in my hotel room/ It's about that money that money, gotta have me some money or else hit a nigga to the white meat gonna get me some money/ I ain't gotta tell a nigga "No", when ya fuckin with a Bone, better go for broke/ And if ya really that serious, better let it go ain't no tellin what I might (Might) just (Just) let go (Go)

-Krayzie Bone-
You mothafuckas better wake up and smell the marijuana, inhale the little ganja/ Realize ya dealin with a monsta, mastermind, of rap of crime/ I blast ya mind, I'm so sick, but no need to call a doctor/ Cause you won't find a cure for this, besides I don't need a remedy I'm already fixed/ Nigga take a hit of this and you ain't never goin back to that whack shit/ Yall know our clique got the hits, but wait a minute I'm sick of niggas gettin all the credit for bein tough guys, and ain't got the balls to said it/ I read it in a little nigga when I see him in the video/ You can tell we really real, I'm fo really hoes/ Just because you strike a pose and some pretty clothes, really don't mean you niggas automatic criminals/ You can fool the average joe, they don't really know, how a real nigga let the mothafuckin trigger go

-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Who the thuggish ruggish niggas that'll get in your mind? Wit them rough and rugged lyrics, that I spit like a nine? And no matter what we give em, it's a hit everytime (But you know thats Bone, that's that Bone)/ Who the thuggish ruggish niggas that'll get in your mind? Wit them rough and rugged lyrics, that I spit like a nine? And no matter what we give em, it's a hit everytime (But you know thats Bone, that's that Bone)

-Krayzie Bone-
I told ya nigga, ya dealin wit a beast/ From the streets of Cleveland, down wit Eazy-E/ Niggas gimme the reason to keep the heat in my seat, right in my lap so I'm in position to bust it back

-Wish Bone-
Guess who's back to shut the lights down? Screamin out thug, I know you ain't none/ Gotta do somethin, when we see em we gone run up on em/ Nigga gotta tell me somethin...

-Krayzie Bone-
Take a journey to my violent side/ The riots lie, hit em with the silence nine, the quiet mind/ It's still "Fuck the law" and any other motherfucker wanna rum, c'mon

-Wish Bone-
And it's easy, it don't take much to make it blow/ Before you hear it, you gon' feel it, stay locked and loaded/ Thugs like us, they don't make it get it straight dog/ We roll up, they don't like it when we roll off

-Krayzie Bone-
Mister Sawed-Off, creepin through the fog, all yall niggas die/ Competition try, to see me but I doubt if they can really keep with the lyrical killers from the Nine-Nine/ Spittin when I ride by

-Wish Bone-
Know what'cha doin when ya step, you could fall off/ Hands up, Thug's comin through when we raw dog/ Everywhere we go, yes it's like that/ Everywhere we roll strapped and plaqued with Thug's, ready to go

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-10-2005, 02:15 AM

"turn the scene into a movie and u the first nigga dead before the credits even roll up/I play the killa in the picture and u know Im gon get cha/ cause itz my script DUH"...-Krayzie Bone................

this nigga said "Duh"lol..i never doubted krayzies talentheres the full verse from mangled

Mangled
Krayzie Bone

-Krayzie Bone-
Ya muthafuckas wanna see me? Nigga put some glasses on! Because I'll run up in ya fuckin face! Its too late, to try to run n try to get away/ Dont try clearin ya vision, cuz thats straight/ You in the presence of LeathaFace! Just the average muthafuckin thug, have him spit it for the fun, bad nigga with a gun! uh huh!/ so run run run!/ But its just too many slugs comin, you'll be done done! Before we even get started/ Lovin the War, cuz its the Art of it/ N we'll bomb yo shit! Before you even realize we the niggas got a problem with ya!/ Mista - Sawed Off! nigga Bow down!/ Now kiss this click-click/ Whuts up!/ Whutchu niggas really wanna do? Get the fuck up!/ Muthafuckas should'a never put my name in they mouth/ But I'mma get it out when I buck buck!/ N you explode!/ Ta head, ya neck connection no more/ Corpse hit the floor/ Nigga never realize untill they been show, cuz they been told, time after time n they still rack-a-lack it on yo/ So when we roll, foes, these blowed away, n stored away/ In a box up under the dirt/ Nails in the coffin just to be safe/ Watch how we play, down with the dirty every time we do it/ I'm the nigga rollin with the gold, tickin ya use it/ So be choosy n dont be stupid!/ Dont walk into it/ When ya see the Line roll by yall, better move it!/ Now I said excuse me! Dont make me bust a U-Turn n come back with the uzi!/ Turn the scene into a movie/ And you the first nigga 'fore the credits even roll up/ I play the killer in the picture, n ya know I'm gonna getcha cuz its my script! Duh!/ Wrote n produced by me!/ The original T-H-U-G/ When you look in the dictionary for the meaning of thug muthafuckas should see me! (Now nigga, did ya see me?) Nigga did ya feel it? (Did ya feel me?)/ If I rap it or I sing it bet a nigga gonn' kill it (Gon kill it)/ Light in and let me hit it/ I bust it n I fuck a nigga right up with a pistol over lyrics (Over lyrics)/ Now ya caught up in the middle of the crossfire/ N now ya lifes in danger/ Get him, wrap hi neck with barb-wire/ Hang em watch em dangle/ You can run and hide, but we've covered every angle/ When the bullets fly nigga's bodies they get mangled (Mangled...)

Patient Boy

02-10-2005, 03:34 AM

Elvis was a hero to most
but he never meant much to me...

You're missing a couple of lines there. ;)

I Must Break U

02-10-2005, 08:14 PM

soulonice, dude did you not read the first post? He said they dont have to be prolific and deep. thas why half the stuff posted has been kinda crappy. i know i have posted crappy stuff, and the only reasons i like the verses are because of one or two lines in each.

MJC

02-13-2005, 07:45 PM

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from
home
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in
handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

One of the best verses ever.

Matt_K

02-13-2005, 09:46 PM

Some of my favorite verses are from Bone Thugs but as it's the delivery rather than the lyrics that make them worth posting there's not a lot of point in sticking them up here.

Ayo

02-13-2005, 11:53 PM

"Rollin' down the window, yeah I got an air conditioner, but I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta."-Master Ace

SAY WORD!!

And its 100% the truth! Summertime riding reigns supreme!!

blackdragon6

02-14-2005, 12:11 AM

Some of my favorite verses are from Bone Thugs but as it's the delivery rather than the lyrics that make them worth posting there's not a lot of point in sticking them up here.
i dissagree listen to songs like lock down love,listen,never grow,street people,i copuld go on and on,the biggest myth about bone is that they don't have lyrics.if people take the time to listen they'll find out their verry wrong.

Matt_K

02-14-2005, 03:29 AM

Yeah I've been having a similar debate with people about Dr Dre- "great producer, shame he doesn't have lyrics as an MC" some say. Oh c'mon! Check this from Forgot About Dre: (it's better in audio though as it's got good delivery)

Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o' G's
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll ain't the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

People say the same thing about Beatnuts too but there they may be right.
As for Bone while I listen to them I really am just there for the sound on E1999- amazing delivery (especially Bizzy) but they're just crapping on about guns and weed. The more recent albums have featured improved lyrics but none of them sound as good as E1999.

Patient Boy

02-14-2005, 05:26 AM

Yeah I've been having a similar debate with people about Dr Dre- "great producer, shame he doesn't have lyrics as an MC" some say. Oh c'mon! Check this from Forgot About Dre: (it's better in audio though as it's got good delivery)

Matt: Dr. Dre writes very few of his own lyrics. I believe his stuff on NWA's material was written by either Ren or Ice Cube, and his lyrics on Forgot About Dre were written by Jay-Z. He doesn't write them, but he recites them well. It's a good song though.

MicBK

02-14-2005, 06:05 AM

i gotta say Ayo knows his hip hop...that Aesop verse is definitely one of the greatest in history....here's my favorite...even though i'm not a big fan...this verse is just bananas...from Chino XL's "Wordsmith"...

Why you cut school?
Cause you ain't feel too good
I cut school
cause my cuts ain't heal too good
Through all the physical abuse
My mind escaped
through the gift of wordplay
I memorized encyclopaedias and dictionaries
I wrote anthems from antonyms
Harmonies from homonyms
Created cinema from synonyms
Was livid to eliminate
that illustrious life you're livin' in
Wrote rhetoricals in rhythms
Made rhymes out of religion
Use a prefix as a crucifix
Or suffocate you with a suffix
Wrote lectures so infectious
They're known to infect the listeners
Who dissin' us?
Yo punks you wait – I punctuate
My karma's the comma
That put you inside of a coma
Hyphen, semi-colon, dot, dot
Leave you semi-swollen
Question: You pregnant?
Oh you're not? I love you, Period.
To sum it up, language is my essence
Fucked up in all my adolescence
Till my Mom's was out of lessons
Laws, I store convenient
Still I rob a convenience store
Love Mom, Fuck Mom
Shit, I don't love me no more
Mentally it didn't register, bitch
Empty the register, bitch
You just a cashier, bitch
Give the cash, here
Or I'll shoot you in your cabbage
Hijack a getaway cab, bitch
Words ain't makin' me no loot
Don't change now Dow Jones average
Regardless, we're Godless
They stole my innocence
In a sense, the judge sentenced me
To 3 lifetimes sentences
To put my life in times and sentences
Art my dark archnemesis
They want me off the premises
That's what the premise is
Locked on a tier
where you can't shed a tear at
I studied more Shakespeare
Than any African can shake a spear at
And the whole world fears that
And it hurts
I got caught for killing time
But then I got with words

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-15-2005, 12:31 AM

i dissagree listen to songs like lock down love,listen,never grow,street people,i copuld go on and on,the biggest myth about bone is that they don't have lyrics.if people take the time to listen they'll find out their verry wrong.yeah thats probably one of bones biggest stigma that they have to ovecome.bone fans know the lyrics are there but casual listeners,and none fans aren't gonna take the time out to really listen to them.

that and the fact their style takes getting use to. wich is why i think they get over looked,yet so far outkast dodged this bullet.................so far

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-15-2005, 12:34 AM

The more recent albums have featured improved lyrics but none of them sound as good as E1999.
wich is why their style changed cause their vocabulary got broader.their style was sharp when they was younger cause their lyrics was simple.so they flowed more fluidicly.they can always adjust

Matt_K

02-15-2005, 02:46 AM

Cheyenne: Outkast dodged what bullet? You saying they don't have lyrics?

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

02-15-2005, 06:01 AM

Cheyenne: Outkast dodged what bullet? You saying they don't have lyrics?
no i'm refering to their new excentric style,some people are hard pressed to like it.

DarlingNikki

02-28-2005, 12:25 PM

PapaSmurf

02-28-2005, 12:28 PM

"Call me a motherf***er I'll say yeah I f***ed your moms" MC Serch

SoulOnIce

03-01-2005, 07:15 AM

"Call me a motherf***er I'll say yeah I f***ed your moms" MC Serch

From the same song:

"So here's a true or false/ tell me if it's fact or bull/ you wanna kill the Klan/ shoot the fans at a tractor pull."

SoulOnIce

03-01-2005, 07:17 AM

The Nature of the Threat by Ras Kass. Whether or not you agree with what he says you can't deny the power of the lyrics.

Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold of darkness
Roughly 20,000 years ago the first humans evolved
with the phenotypical trait, genetic recessive
Blue eyes, blonde hair and white skin
Albinism apparently was a sin to the original man, Africans
So the mutants traveled North of the equator
Called Europeans later, the first race haters
So here's the Devil's alpha to the beta
Cause history's best qualified to teach one
Quoting German philosopher Schopenhauer
";Every white man is a faded or a bleached one";
Migration created further mutation
Genetic drifts, evolution through recombination
Adaptation to the climate
As the Caucus Mountain man reverted to that of a primate
Savage Neanderthals, until the late Paleolithic age
That's when the Black Grimaldi man came
With the symbol of the dragon, fire and art
Check cave paintings in France and Spain to the Venus of Willendorf
Around 2000 B.C. Southern Russians migrate in small units
Those who travel West populated Europe
Those who went East settled in Iran, known as Aryans
1500 B.C. some crossed the Khyber Pass into India and
created Hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism
A white dot on the forehead meant elite
The black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables
They wrote the holy Vedas in Sanskrit
That's the language that created Greek, German, Latin and English
Now the Minoans around 2000 B.C.
Starts on the island of Crete, in the Agean Sea
The Greek culture begins Western Civilization
But ";Western Civilization"; means ";White Domination";
Myceneans learned from Kemet, called Egypt in Greek
It existed since at least 3000 B.C.
Creatin geometry and astronomy
This knowledge influenced Plato, Socrates and Hippocrates
Cause Imhotep, the real real father of medicine
Was worshiped in Greece and Rome in the form of a Black African
The word Africa comes from the Greek ";Aphrike";
meaning ";without cold";; the word philosophy means ";love of knowledge";
Stole from first man, Greek power expands
The first Greek fraternities band
The word gymnasium is Greek for ";naked";
This was the place where adolescent boys were educated, and molested
This was accepted because Greek culture was homosexual
For example, Sappho trained girls on the island of Lesbos
Hence, the word lesbian (Ay let these dumb motherfuckers know)
December 25th, the birth of Saturn
A homosexual god, now check the historical pattern
December 25, now thought the birth of Christ
Was Saturnalia, when men got drunk,
fucked each other then beat their wife
Fact is, it was still practiced, til they called it Christmas
So put a gerbil on your Christmas list
The Hellenistic Era, Alexander the Great
Conquers all the way to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black Phoenicians in Sicily
The Punic Wars began 264 B.C.
The Black general Hannibal and Carthaginian Peace
In 146 B.C. Carthage fell after a six-month siege
Rome sold every citizen to slavery
The first genocide of history
And more bisexuality in sight; Julius Caesar was known as
";every woman's husband and every man's wife"; (BEOTCH!)
Spartacus Revolt, a slave rebellion that lost
Where 6,000 slaves was nailed on a cross
Cross? Aw, shit! Jesus Christ! Time for some-act-right
Christians get your facts right
Cause Christ was not his name
That's Greek for ";One who is anointed";
Yoshua Ben Yosef was his name, do Christians know this?
So who do you praise, do you know his name?
Or do you do this in vain?
Accepting the religion they gave slaves to behave
Peep the description of historian Josephus
";Short, dark, with an underdeveloped beard was Jesus";
He had the Romans fearing revolution
The solution was to take him to court and falsely accuse him
After being murdered by Pilate how can it be
these same white Romans established Christianity
Constantine would later see the cross in a dream
In his vision, it read ";En Hawk Signo Wonka";:
";In this sign we conquer"; - Manifest Destiny
In 325 he convened the Nicean Creed
And separated god into three
Decided Jesus was born on December 25th
and raised then on the third day is a myth
Plus to deceive us
Commissioned Michelangelo to paint white pictures of Jesus
He used his aunt, uncle, and nephew
Subconsciously that affects you
It makes you put white people closer to God
(Yo, 'The Man' got game like a motherfucker!)
True indeed, fuck it, Jihad
In the eight century Muslims conquered
Spain, Portugal and France and controlled it for 700 years
They never mention this in history class
cause o'fays are threatened when you get the real lesson
Moors from Baghdad, Turkey threatened European Christians
Meaning, the white way of life; hence the Crusades for Christ
On November 25th, 1491
Santiago defeats the last Muslim stronghold, Grenada
King Ferdinand gave thanks to God for victory
And the Pope of Rome and declared this date to forever be
A day of ";Thanksgiving"; for all European Christians

.. Now listen, when you celebrate ";Thanksgiving";
What you are actually celebratin
is the proclamation of the Pope of Rome
Who later, in league with Queen Isabella
sent Cardinal Ximenos to Spain
to murder any blacks that resisted Christianity
These Moors, these black men and women
were from Baghdad, Turkey
And today, you eat the turkey, for your ";Thanksgiving"; day
as the European Powers destroyed the Turkeys
Who were the forefathers of your mothers and fathers
Now fight the power, you bitch-ass niggaz!

Now around this time, Whites started callings us Negroes
That's Spanish for black object meaning we're not really people
but profit, and the triangle trade begins - they seize us
Queen Elizabeth sends the first slaves on a ship named Jesus
Stealin land from the indigenous natives
Gave them alcohol to keep the Red Man intoxicated
Whites claim they had to civilize these pagan animals
But up until 1848 there's documented cases
of whites bein the savage cannibals, eatin Indians
In 1992, it's Jeffery Dahmer
They slaughtered a whole race with guns
Drugs, priests and nuns
1763, the first demonic tactic of biological warfare
As tokens of peace, Sir Jeffery Amherst
passed out clothin and blankets to the Indian community
Infested with small pox, knowin they had no immunity
Today it's AIDS, you best believe it's man made
Cause ain't a damn thing changed.. let me explain
Now since people of color are genetically dominant
and Caucasoids are genetically recessive
and Whites expect to be predominant, meaning survive as a race then
they simply must, take precautions
That's why they're worried about their future now
Cuz by 2050, almost all the Earth's population
will be brown, then black, so understandin that, whites counterreact
(I'm sayin.. man.. them fools
ain't nothin but a teaspoon of milk in the world color majority)
So they created a system
to force blacks into an unnatural position
That re-enforces the position of natural inferiority
In addition, created guns and developed the ethnocentric view
that God justifies every fuckin thing they do
Condition people to perceive whites' culture as civilized
and every other culture considered primitive - not true!
Racism is the system of racial subjugation against nonwhites
in every areas of human relation
Entertainment, education, labor, politics
Law, religion, sex, war and economics
See blacks were 3/5ths of a man with tax purposes intended
You think you're Afro-American?
You're a 14th amendment and a good nigga
Jews don't salute the fuckin swastika
but niggaz pledge allegiance to the flag that accosted ya
They never teach about the break of islands like Jamaica
But before slaves came here whites would take a
pregnant women, hang her from a tree by her toes
Slice her stomach with a knife
and let the unborn baby fall to the flo'
And stop an unborn child in front of all the slaves
to inbreed fear, so they'd be scared and behave
and not rebel more
Understand all whites must be perceived as potential predators
I paraphrase historian Ishakamusa Barashango
";Understand that regardless of the lofty ideas ingraved on paper
in such documents as the Constitution or Declaration
the basic nature.. of the European American white man
remains virtually unchanged";.. so check
This is the nature of the threat

MicBK

03-01-2005, 07:20 AM

i'll admit the quality of the lyrics and raise you a "that's one of the most racist diatribes i've ever seen."

CHEYENNE-BLACKBIRD

04-22-2005, 09:32 AM

"Kaiser Soze, bring me souls
bring me babies, men, women and animals
My victory over the almighty is very vital
cut sixes in their foreheads, and burn the bibles"- Lord Infamous The Scarecrow arguably the best rapper out of three-6-mafia

its so rediculously sick you have to like it.

Anthony

04-22-2005, 11:28 AM

Ras Kass does have some less controversial gems as evidenced with Sonset

Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park
In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark

So can you recoginze shit is real
When I shove this ampex 4-9-9 up your rectum
I'm ready to bust every bitch niggas cherry
See these floods in January got me lookin' in the mirror Screamin' Bloody Mary
Unnecessary
representin', equal set trippin'
Divided by my tennis hoe pimpin'
Got all ya'll niggas dippin', like Lipton Tea Bags, son
His stilo Jeet Kune Do, the way of the intercepting fist
Intercepting every sublimial dis
Geographic, prejudice against increments of incredulous legislature
Psychologically, I masturbate with the hands of fate
and bust nuts on Mother Nature,
coming on your landscape
I'm pressing California license plate
For niggas in all 50 fucking states
But its biting me and fighting me
Inviting me to rhyme
I can't hold it back
I'm lookin' for the line
Takin' off my lamb skin, Marc Buchanan
Cause I'ma make you see L.A. like Ed O'Bannon
Nigga come in peace and brothers can kick it
But you ain't gonna walk me streets
When back east you sellin' wolf tickets
Reciprocate the player hatin'
and bring the bullshit to you
Going through yo coast, like the Green Gary GNU
Who said "no is good gnews"
But gniggas is gnot gnowing about the gnext shit that I be flowin'
So don't represent at my expense
It's too expensive
The first and last line of defense is my sentence
You got caught off the coast of the Pacific Ocean
Found face down floatin'
With yo' fuckin' neck broken

Hook

I walk the planet and create tremors
If nnuttin' else here's all you need to remember
L L A '(apostrophe) Y L L A K C U F for all you backwards niggas
Pschologically, we grapple an MC
Like Gracie at the UFC so place me in your octagon
Coward on mix tapes and interviews, I be hearing you
Certain dissidents dis from a distance
Disrespect and discriminate
Bitch I laminate that ass
And wear it at the New Music Seminar for a badge
Mash or get twisted
Dem gwan front like Rosa Parks
But them marks is broke wristed (bytch)
You got superiority complex
Based on old statisitics, now listen
Respect due to the pioneers
But what you borough did in 83'
Is ancient history brah'
So why these niggas actin' like
Since they live in the state
That rap originates
They automatically, all time greats?
It takes classic material to phat shit
Not proof of New York residence and an accent
Who expresses the freshest the
West Coast was ressurcted
By me, I'm the mother fuckin' man like homo erectus
So why it matter where rap started
If I wanted to hear from asshole I would have farted
I'm a West Coast artist down wit' clicks from 510 to 516
But dis indiscriminately and you dis me
Fundamentally is the ability to smother suckas
So if rap was born to another then that makes me a mothafucka
Cause I'm the type of nigga to go to yo' show
Fuck yo' ho
Then nut on yo' promotional T-shirt
Eternally, verbally I fucks your head up like
Florence and Normandie (Easily I approach)

Hook: repeat 8X

Specifically the UCLA line is what brought Ras Kas to my attention. That and the fact that he managed to rep his state CA (west coast) without putting down the other coast at a time where stuff like that was rampant.

Not my all-time favorite verse but it was very nice.

Anthony

04-22-2005, 11:36 AM

"Growing Old"

I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want but shot it with no shame
Take this music dead serious while others entertain
I see they makin they paper so I guess I can't complain... or can I?
I feel they disrespectin the whole thang
Them hooks like sellin dope to black folks
And I choke when the food they serve ain't tastin right
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
I'm confessin one mo' lesson from the South we in the house tonight
Now hootie who wants to oppose?
Suppose we rolls through Headland and Delowe
where me and my niggaz surpassed the flow
And got down for ours like hind catchers
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
while my close niggaz laugh at
The Southern slang, figure ways and mojo chicken wangs
I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your patna
Gather your thoughts

Easily my favorite Dre verse. Though this is a close second/third

Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas
& street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts
You know how to work bread cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway
now you may see some children dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe, if, or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill
of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw
So don't get caught in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience Okay

[beat switches]

My mind warps and bends floats the wind count to ten
meet the twin Andre Ben. welcome to the lion's den
original skin many men comprehend
I extend myself so you go out & tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it that's the hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in wit' yo' kin
look again 'cause I swear I spot one every now & then
It's happenin' again wish I could tell you when
Andre this is Andre y'all just gon' have to make amends

Anthony

04-22-2005, 11:45 AM

And how did we get this far, mention LL, KMD, and Rakim. But not mention Kane?

Intro I start to go, my rhymes'll flow
So, get up and dance cause Kane said so
If you were lounging around it's time to get up
Pardon my expression, but I'ma tear shit up
I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer
That would dare to compare, I do declare
Getting busy is where it's at
But what you're saying, you wouldn't get a point for that
Cause you're a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry light
But I drop bass just like Barry White
So how could you think that you pose a threat?
You say you're rocking, how many shows you get?
All your vocals go local on the M-I-C
Mines go a great distance, like AT&T
I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothing you can do to this
Fuck around with Kane and come out black and blue for this
So, yo, go for what you know
Attempt to debate so I can humiliate
We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse
Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse
To take you to your burial ground
Because the Big Daddy Kane always throws down
Correct, I get respect, I'm out to collect
Cash money, cause I get raw

[hook]

Here I am, R-A-W
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to
Phony MCs, I move on and seize
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease
Cause I'm at my apex and others are below
Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo
Second to none, making MCs run
So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one
I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
And they know it, so I don't see why you all
Try to front, perpetrating a stunt
When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
To stage a rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create chaos and mayhem
Cold rock a party until the A.M.
I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle
While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a
Little rhyme with authority, superiority
And captivate the whole crowd's majority
The rhymes I use definitely amuse
Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues
I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw
Cause I get raw

[break to hook]

With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing
And in my lifetime, believe I've never been
Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out
You know, come to think about it, I keep MCs looking out
And real nervous when I'm at your service
Give me that title, boy, you don't deserve this
I work like a slave to become a master
And when I say a rhyme, you that it has to
Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed
The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it
I go and flow and grow to let you know
I damage ya I'm not an amateur but a pro-
Fessional (a questional)? without doubt superb
So full of action, my name should be a verb
My voice will float on every note
When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote!
The minute that the Kane starts to go on
Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so on
As I put other rappers out of their misery
Get them in a battle and make them all history
Ruling and schooling MCs that I'm dueling
Watch them all take a fall as I sit back cooling
On my throne, with a bronze microphone
Hmm, God bless the child that can hold his own
Cause I get raw

<Break>
[break]

Twenty-four sev chilling, killing like a villain
The meaning of raw is Ready And Willing
To do whatever is clever, take a loss, never
And the rhymes I bust, coming off is a must
And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd
I rip the microphone and leave it scarred
Never smoking or hitting or taking a sniff
Only crushing MCs that be trying to riff
I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic
Make MCs panic, they all get frantic
And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive
As I rock but hey, what you expected?
Ill get raw for you just like a warrior
Rapping like a samurai and I'll be damned if I
Ever let a Fisher-Price MC hang
Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yang
So if we battle on the microphone
Bring your own casket and tombstone
And I'ma preach your funeral
Tell me who in the world
Could ever come with more
I get raw

Classic

thik_3rd

04-22-2005, 06:09 PM

kane at his best...

On and on and on and on
Me say the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Nor does the growth of our young world
Yes the children, be buildin, each boy and girl
Cause you are the cream of the planet earth
The new birth, now take that for what it's worth
And give the child room, to blossom and bloom
Livin large, it's your destiny to consume
To take flight and ignite to a brand new height
Cause that's your goal in life - am I right? (Yeah!)
To start reachin, come on each and every
single one of y'all comprehend what I'm teachin
I said listen up, listen up, listen up youngster
Learn from a lesson that the Big Daddy brung ya
It's nothin but knowledge, I shall bring to you
And I'm not Mr. Rogers or Captain Kangaroo, but I know

"children, children" - "are the future" (variations 4X)

"children, children" Where we goin now?
Take my hand my child, and let me show you how
Cause I'm here to help..
.. those who need Knowledge of Self
Young brothers and sisters, considered the cream
that must rise to the top and fulfill the dream
And there are desires that we all want to achieve
but remember, respect is most greatest to receive
And we don't have to gain it by bein TOUGH
Or sellin our own kind that cooked white stuff
So bring your negative mind from out of the shade
Find your true self and let's all get paid, because

"children, children" - "are the future" (variations 4X)

People, people, why we live illegal?
Your life just ends short and you know that there's no sequel
(sequel) They'll say that it was fun while it lasted
You run wild, stickin up and gettin blasted
Pregnant girls livin solo, on the welfare
Cause your so-called man said go to hell dere
And young brothers that could be tryin to rap
Instead, are out boostin clothes at the Gap
Now what kind of life is that for a child?
Runnin wild livin foul, hey, change your lifestyle
Get some knowledge, and open your eyes
Just take a little bit of time,
how fully you'll come to realize, that

"children, children" - "are the future" (variations 4X)

[Kane * singing *]
I believe the children are the future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all of the beauty they posess inside
Give them, a sense of pride
to make it easier, let the children laughter
remind us how we used to be

Rachel Grey

04-24-2005, 02:34 AM

Verse 2
Defining entropy as disorder's not complete,
'cause disorder as a definition doesn't cover heat.
So my first definition I would now like to withdraw,
and offer one that fits thermodynamics second law.
First we need to understand that entropy is energy,
energy that can't be used to state it more specifically.
In a closed system entropy always goes up,
that's the second law, now you know what's up.

You can't win, you can't break even, you can't leave the game,
'cause entropy will take it all 'though it seems a shame.
The second law, as we now know, is quite clear to state,
that entropy must increase and not dissipate.

Creationists always try to use the second law,
to disprove evolution, but their theory has a flaw.
The second law is quite precise about where it applies,
only in a closed system must the entropy count rise.
The earth's not a closed system' it's powered by the sun,
so fuck the damn creationists, Doomsday get my gun!
That, in a nutshell, is what entropy's about,
you're now down with a discount.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From Entropy by MC Hawking.

noir

04-24-2005, 08:49 PM

most of you guys are posting lines not whole verses. i'll post my fav verse in a few

wassup thik, its viper from sohh

noir

04-24-2005, 08:50 PM

wassup thik, its viper from sohh

noir

04-24-2005, 09:09 PM

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Artist: Raekwon the Chef f/ Nas, Ghostface Killer
Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
Song: Verbal Intercourse

Angel of Sorrow

04-24-2005, 09:26 PM

Mine of course owns all.
Because no one beats MC Chris.

"I'm a question wrapped inside an enigma
Get inside the slave one find your homing signal
From Endor to Hoth, ripley to spock
I'll find what you want, but there's gonna be a cost
Say my name is Boba Fett I know my shit is tight
Start not acting in right, you're frozen in carbonite
Got telescopic sight, flame throwers on my wrist
You still don't get the jist, spiked boots are made to kick
Targets are made to hit, you think I give a shit
Yer mama is a bitch, I see you in the Sarlaac pit
You just flipped my switch integrity been dissed
You scratchin on my itch you know I shoot the gift
Got Bambinas at Cantinas waitin to lick my lusty lips
So I'll let you get back inside you're little space ship
Give you a head start, cuz I'm the sportin kind
Consider the starting line the sneaky smile I hide inside
Hope you have hyper drive, pray to stay alive
Don't try to slip me a five cuz I never take a bribe
To the beat of a different drummer, bad ass bounty hunter
Let no man put asunder or else they be put under
As in six feet, got an Imperial fleet
Backin me up gonna blow up any attempt to defeat
They gotta Death Star, got four payments on my car
Hand it over to hammer head at Mos Eisley bar
He used to carjack, now he's a barback
Just goes to show how you can get back on the right track
As for me that's not an option can't say that with more clarity
Me going legit would be Jar Jar in speech therapy"

-"Fett's Vette" - MC Chris

thik_3rd

04-25-2005, 02:34 AM

wassup thik, its viper from sohh
whats goin on...
i was waiting to see some sohh heads here...
i think that dude slam g the crazy azi (or whatever his name is -- he only posts in the coliseum) posts here too. as just slam (i think its him cuz the name and he rocks the same avatar)...

Elevation

07-16-2005, 06:29 PM

Yo check it,
I got slugz for snitches,
No love for bitchez,
Puttin thugz in ditchez when ma trigger finger itchez,
I got a rep to make police jet
Known to get a pre-sweat - I never back from pussy like keith's sweat,
Is big L slow hell no!
bitches get fucked on tha roof when i aint got no hotel dough,
Im known for joke and jacks,
and beatin over smokin gats,
leavin tokin blacks,
with broken backs and open caps,
so with that bullshit step to the rear son,
the last thing u want with big l is a fair one,
coz in a street brawl,
i slice men like lightnin,
u seen what happened in my last fight then ? ight then,
i beat kids with lead pipes,
i leave a trail of dead mics,
where i'm from niggaz, jewls get ran like red lights,
old folks get mugged and raided crimes are drugs related,
and we live by the street rules that thugs created,
clowns get smoked about a thousand folks sellin pounds of coke,
front in this town and get a text book down ur throat,
I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon,
Im quick to blast a goon,
And break a mutha fucka like a plastic spoon,
i got the looks to make ur hotty stare,
i keep a shotty near,
its that nigga with naughty hair who got any fear,
tracks are on the ropes until the microphone is ghost,
props are on the most i'l leave a nigga chromo toast,
run and get ur brain pinched,
big l will have ur hole game litched,
started smokin dust av bin insane since,
this rap shit was a great gift,
the other night sum snake rift who got a hot lead face lift,
all thru high skool i had braides i kept mad blades,
stabbin teachers to death they gave me bad grades,
i cook the mic like a beef steak coz my techniques great,
and im the nigga police hate in each state,
coz im the neighbour hood lamp upon brother,
fuck around u find ma suit boxers in your mommas hamper,
am from a wild town so bow down,

ey yo my crew be deliverin hot lead,
when gats I clinch rappers get jack and linched,
nobody can fuck with the way il be killin them shits at rap convents,
big L is that nigga you expect - to cetch wreck on any casset deck,
im so ahead of my time my parents havnt met yet,
im feelin like billy rabgrate, my rapstyle is past great,
i love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake,
i probably got ur mummy strong,
niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung,
my clan plans to get juliane hung,
never had a gased head,
got loot coz i stash bread,
try to tax and imma beat ur faggot ass half dead,
i stomp white cops til they life stops,
corporal price stocks,
coz my blood is colder than an ice box
who 139 u dont wana block war coz my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor,
and evrytime a mac 11 busts am killin at least seven ducks,
i never was a follower of reppin bucks,
the bitch type i dislike,
im rougher than a fist fight,
all chicks aint shit theres no such thing as miss right,
so we can never b a couple hun,
fuck love - all i got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum,
(yee) - background,
a clown emcees il b attackin quick,
am on sum rappin shit,
and sum carjackin shit.
a ran upon this nigga named mac in a black ack and a put the gat to his cap,
sorry jack but get up outta that,
my 38 works great,
so make a mistake and hesitate,
i cant wait to demonstrate this nickel plate,
he didnt listen to,
what i was speakin, he started reachin
so i left him sleepin with his temple leakin,
BIG L

Daniel Hopkins

07-18-2005, 03:38 AM

Let me sow u wat a thug bout born to die,
took the bullets outta 50 put em in my four-five.

The Mirrorball Man

07-18-2005, 04:29 AM

Deltron 3030 - Virus
I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environment
Crush your corporations with a mild touch
Trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to make a super virus
Strong enough to cause blackouts in every single metropolis
Cuz they dont wanna unify us

The Roots - Water
Dummy, just embracing the dope like it's a woman
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin'
Tuggin', in between Islam and straight tuggin'
Laying everyday around the way and doin' nothin'
See'em looking shaking their head and start shruggin'
If they don't have a man like mine, they got a cousin
Hey yo you better be a true friend to 'em
Before the shit put an end to 'em
Or give a pen to 'em
Or lock'em up in the studio with a mic
'Cause on the real it might save his life
Keep tellin'em

Saul Williams - Lalala
Nigga, you betta drink half a gallon
of shaolin before you pluck the strings
of my violin

Dr Octagon - I'm Destructive
Smear purple flies on your forehead
Spit in your salad, vomit on your brother's breakfast
Take your ass outside, burn your mother's house
Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse
Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead
Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then go in the club and dance, mix the alcohol
Great with roach spray, here's a drink, have a ball
Dance to the music, watch it party pooper
Yeah, you know...
I'm destructive

The Streets - Turn the Page
In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the Lord judges over all of us
Cos in this place you'll see me
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, clench fists.

Bakema NL

07-18-2005, 12:17 PM

Very old school one, back when I liked the type of music. This one still holds up, contrary to what today's fans would probably think of this...........buy this is one of the pioneers people. And take a look at those lyrics, it's still actuality for the most parts. And I almost never heard scratches sounding that cool........over 20 years and I still like this one very much.

[ Melle Mel ]
Beat Street Breakdown, rrrrhaa!

Beat Street, the king of the beat
You see him rockin that beat from across the street
And huh-huh, Beat Street is a lesson, too
Because ah, you can't let the streets beat you
Uh!

Well, a picture can express a thousand words
To describe all the beauty of life you give
And if the world was yours to do over
I know you'd paint a better place to live
Where the colors would swirl
And the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony
And where murals stand on walls so grand
As far as the eyes are able to see, ha
I never knew art till I saw your face
And there'll never be one to take your place
Cause each and every time you touch a spraypaint can
Michaelangelo's soul controls your hands
Then serenades of blue and red
And the beauty of the rainbow fills your head
Crescendo colors playin tunes
Man why oh why you'd have to die so soon?
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Where the good die young is all thy must
Cause as life must live death must die
And the tears shall fall from the living eye
Huh, teardrops fall for the state of mind
Of the beautiful lady that you left behind
In love and alone, but now you're dead
And she still can't get you out of her head, huh
More tears fall for all you've done
Tried to be a good father to your only son
But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed
Put a shirt on his back and a roof over head?
Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream
Of the beautiful cities and the island's ( ? )
When your works of art brought into being
All that the ghetto stopped you from seeing
Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the street
Abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete
The ladies on the corner are sellin that body
And everybody wants a part in that party
I'm hangin out tough rockin late at night
Runnin wild in the town of the neon lights
You either play some ball or stand in the hall
Huh, you gotta make somethin out of nothin at all
I'm sittin in the classroom learnin the rules
And it says you can't do graffiti in school
That can't be wrong in the hallowed hall
So my notebook turned into a big wall
The heart of a lion and the courage of three
And the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my arms on the railroad track
Cause I'm caught in a rat race lookin for my own space
It gotta be a better place for you and me
There's pie in the sky and a eye for a eye
Some people gotta die just to be free
You search for justice and what do you find?
You find just us on the unemployment line
You find just us sweatin from dawn to dusk
There's no justice, it's, huh, just us
Still life urban masterpiece
Your trademark was written on trains and walls
A million dollar gift only God released
Huh, and yet you got killed for nothin at all
So after this there'll be no more hard time
No more bad times and no more pain
No more chump change, none of that bull
Just movies, museums and the hall of fame
So all you hip-hops, get on up
And let's take it to the top where we belong
Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here
Everybody let's sing along, now come on
And say hooo (Hooo)
Say hooo (Hooo)
And to let me know I'm rockin the microphone
Everybody say Ramon (Ramon)
Ramon (Ramon)
Rrrrhaa!

A newspaper burns in the sand
And the headlines say 'Man Destroys Man'
Extra extra, read all the bad news
On the war for peace that everybody would lose
The rise and fall, the last great empire
The sound of the whole world caught on fire
The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble
The game that left the whole world in shambles
The cheats, the lies, the alibies
And the foolish attempts to conquer the sky
Lost in space, and what is it worth?
Huh, the President just forgot about Earth
Spendin multi-billions and maybe even trillions
The cost of weapons ran in the zillions
There's gold in the street and there's diamond under feet
And the children in Africa don't even eat
Flies on their faces, they're livin like mice
And their houses even make the ghetto look nice
Huh, the water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny
And they work all month and don't make no money
A fight for power, a nuclear shower
A people shout out in the darkest hour
Sights unseen and voices unheard
And finally the bomb gets the last word
Christians killed Muslims and Germans killed Jews
And everybody's bodies are used and abused
Huh, minds are poisoned and souls are polluted
Superiority complex is deep rooted
Leeches and lices, and people got prices
Egomaniacs control the self-righteous
Nothin is sacred and nothin is pure
So the revelation of death is our cure
Peoples in terror, the leaders made a error
And now they can't even look in the mirror
Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher
And that's the reason why we got to get tougher
So learn from the past and work for the future
And don't be a slave to no computer
Cause the children of Man inherit the land
And the future of the world is in your hands
So just throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
And if you believe that you're the future
Scream it out and say oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Rrrrhaa!

Beat Street Breakdown, rrrrhaa!

HomerJay

07-18-2005, 01:13 PM

Roll thru Mickey D's
Homie starts to bug
Ate a quarter-pounder
Threw his pickles on my rug

- Sir-Mix-A-Lot "MY HOOPTIE"

Murrocko

07-18-2005, 06:40 PM

Immortal Technique - Dominant Species

Yo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities
But you don't have the capability like infertility
Cuz opening your mouth to question my validity
Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity
When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery
But break out like father running form responsibility
Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, with brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars
My breyon talk pick thick
So don't ever talk shit
And remember something nigga, while you rave and rant
A roach can live for nine days without its head but you can't

kid cthulhu

07-19-2005, 11:46 AM

Yeah, Immortal's the shit!

Here's one I dig from C Rayz Walz -

"80 thousand dollars for a chain, you sick (why?)
it only cost 10 G's for a barbershop, where you can employ your click,
(that's just) sheisty, thats selfishness,
look at the community (look), the rhymes you spit,
make shorty want gun, make girl want dic...
tionary,
but she can't find no words, just hairy,
you need to confine those verbs,
your minds blurry,
you define this herd,
this is worry, you're gettin' on my nerves,
I'm not ready, to give up these songs,
I'm too strong, cuz the music, moves me along"

piece

bloodyarts

07-19-2005, 12:13 PM

The Nature of the Threat by Ras Kass. Whether or not you agree with what he says you can't deny the power of the lyrics.

[Mind-blowing, potentially explosive history of the Black race, the White man, racism and the balance of economic and political power]

Two words: HOLY SHIT!
Two questions: What's the name of the album this song appears on? Why is Rass Kass not more well-known in the mainstream?

Don't know how much of it is true, but I find it impossible to be offended by it, and now I feel inclined to study this further.

There should be more rap like this; informational and educational. The ignorant bullshit pervading the genre is just sad, and when I see some of the verses and lines posted here about the usual hoes, drugs, murder and other wanton criminal acts and destructive behavior, it just saddens me how deep-rooted and popular this crap has become.

Of course, a song like this would never, EVER get radio play. If Rass' library is mostly songs like this one, it's no wonder he's not that popular.

thik_3rd

07-19-2005, 02:12 PM

Donald Stone

07-20-2005, 08:39 PM

Couple of my favorites,

Deltron 3030, "Deltron 3030"

Yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, hero, not no small feat
its all heat in this day and age,
I rage your grave,
anything it takes to save the day
nueromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic
use my rappin so you all could see the hazards
plus entertainment where many are brainless
we cultivated the lost art of study and I brought a buddy
automator harder slayer fascinating combinations
cyber warlords are activating abominations
arm a nation with hatred we ain't with that
we high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks
composing musical stimpacks the song
crack the motor what you think you rappin for?
I used to be a mech soldier but I didn't respect orders
I had to step forward, tell them this ain't for us
living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid
the secrets of the past they horded
now we just borded on a futuristic spacecraft
no mistakes black its our music we must take back

The Last Emperor, "Secret War Part 1"

Now the next fight was conducted in a rough like manner
Specifically between Reggie Noble and Dr. David Banner
Or should I say the Incredible Hulk when he's amped off the gamma?
But Reggie Noble soon became the Incredilbe Redman and slammed him
You know how Redman gets when his adrenaline starts pumpin
Started schitzin in the ring, so then the Thing tired jump in
Ben Grimm leaps into the ring, and after Redman he lunges
'But Reggie Noble dropped him with two Brick City punches!'
Rhymes by the bunches, bums get dirtier than Middle Eastern dugeouns
Ready to set this like Detective Columbo and his hunches
While the ref's clean out the ring, cause the last fight was so intense
Let's do a live interview with the brother named Common Sense
'Yeah, yeah it's Common Sense, and Iceman tried to freeze me,
So I took him to Chicago and told him to take it easy
He couldn't see me with my applejack hat and hightops
Colussus and Cyclops, I got No I.D. and Y Not'
Good lookin Common Sense, that last album was tight
Let me get back to the ring and evaluate the next fight
Now the next fight had to be the craziest of all times
We got Dr. Octapus 'versus the mighty Busta Rhymes!'
Doc Oct versus Busta? Man that stuff is dead
He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up agaisnt the dreads
'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octapus, who you think you grabbin?
The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen
Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when
I slap you with my dreads, lights out, you'll kiss the canvas'

Eminem, "Mosh"

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryina tell us something,
Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
Cause I told you to fight.

Elevation

07-21-2005, 01:37 AM

I love the last line of the Mosh song, it always just makes me go wow. 'If I get sniped tomight you'll know why."

I still htink Big L has the best verses ever though

Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith-Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alley, not the valley
I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry
And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'

Motormouse

07-21-2005, 11:35 AM

Mos Def - Miss Fat Booty

"Ass so fat, you could see it from the front"

And

Da Lench Mob - Guerillas In Tha Mist

Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist
Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge
Never thought you'd see South Central niggaz in the forest
Don't kick in the chorus just yet
Cause we ain't made a mess yet
Lench Mob produce the best yet
Comin real hard man
Bumpin in your car man
Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan
Swingin on a vine
Suckin on a piece of swine
Jiggaboo come up from behind
Hit him with a coconut
Stab him in the gut
Push him out the tree
he falls right on his nuts
And just like EPMD
I don't like a bitch
Named J to tha A to tha N-E
Can't wait to meet her
I'm gonna kill 'er
Cause that little muthafucking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla

You try to pay me off with a banana
But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta
Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room
So I can boom shak-a-lak boom
That's the sound of the twenty guage
Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage
You never even hear of this
I'm taking care of this
Lench Mob environmental terrorists
Fuck great ape ammarilla
I'm a killa
But killa gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigga named King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So motherfuckers get your ding-dong
Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack
So get your butts back from the black fist
Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist

Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side
Talking bout a brand new apartheid
South Central straight ghetto native
Gotta show these devil muthafuckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?)
With the boom ping ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring
Nappy headed nigga, coming out the mist
Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, Smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps
Short Dog got the muthafucking pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo
Run your ass out the jungle
Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss
The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist

:cool:

Bruce Wayne Jr.

11-28-2005, 10:52 AM

The Experience
Goodie Mob
Black Ice, Cee-Lo Green

Yeah, you better believe that slick
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha yeah
I thought you said you was the G-O-D
sound like another nigger to me, ha ha, yeah
I thought you said you was the G-O-D
you sound like another nigger to me, shit
What a nigger do, what a nigger does
and a nigger is what a nigger was
and a nigger done read history but yet his eyes didn't see
the only reason you a nigger cuz somebody else wants you to be
Well a nigger uneducated, integrated, singin' "We shall overcome"
A nigger trying to be white is what it seem like a nigger has become
and when they call me a nigger to my face
can't do nothin' but walk away
but here it is niggers call other niggers niggers each and every day
dividing and conquering
when they say the lighter shades of black is okay
after the middle class and they passin' by
the project laughing at where we stay
Since then a nigger done got grown, had a little bitty nigger of my own
should've known I couldn't show 'em no better than I was shown
Shit, I still wanna hit the club as fresh as I could be
really, it's all for another nigger to see
You know how a nigger get when he see another nigger outfit
don't want nobody to have what he ain't got
somebody get drunk, get mad, and get shot
that why the property value ain't no good in a nigger neighborhood
a nigger could overstand if he only understood
I'm sick of lyin' I'm sick of glorifyin' dyin'
I'm sick of not trying, shit I'm sick of being a nigger
Destiny sent me to this dread and she said she felt led
to offer me some wisdom from this little book she read
and it said that a great deal of the black man's downfall
is not knowing that we were never niggers at all, hmm
and then she looked deeply into my eyes and said "Brother don't you know?
you complain about being black,
when they mad coz they can't be black no mo'"
So many black men out here trying to be niggers
keeping it real to the point that they dying to be niggers
when in actuality the fact is you ain't a nigger because you black
you a nigger cause of how you act
But, you don't want me to tell you the truth, so I'm gon' lie to ya
make it sound fly to you huh, huh,
you don't wanna hear the truth, so I'ma lie to ya
make it sound fly to ya, shit
The nigger experience
the nigger experience
has been stated, it was created
The nigger experience

I don't agree with every line, but I'll never forget this verse.

Dakotax

11-28-2005, 11:10 AM

Modern, Kayne West: 'Oh my god, is that a Black Card?'
I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term
African American Express
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to
Killin y'all niggaz on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips.

Old:
I wish i was little bit taller
I wish i was a baller
I wish i had a girl who looked good i would call her
I wish i had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four impala

(skee-lo)
I wish i had a brand-new car
So far, i got this hatchback
And everywhere i go, yo i gets laughed at
And when i'm in my car i'm laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that's flat
And do you really wanna know what's really whack
See i can't even get a date
So, what do you think of that?

SoulOnIce

11-29-2005, 10:18 AM

Two words: HOLY SHIT!
Two questions: What's the name of the album this song appears on? Why is Rass Kass not more well-known in the mainstream?

Don't know how much of it is true, but I find it impossible to be offended by it, and now I feel inclined to study this further.

There should be more rap like this; informational and educational. The ignorant bullshit pervading the genre is just sad, and when I see some of the verses and lines posted here about the usual hoes, drugs, murder and other wanton criminal acts and destructive behavior, it just saddens me how deep-rooted and popular this crap has become.

Of course, a song like this would never, EVER get radio play. If Rass' library is mostly songs like this one, it's no wonder he's not that popular.

Don't listen to the poster above me. Soul On Ice is an amazing album and one of the reasons I have it for my nickname. The beats on the album are pretty weak but the lyrics are pure gold. Every album he tries to do one long "deep" song.

Here is a verse from 3 Card Molly w/ Xzibit and Saafir. Not deep just wicked:\

I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

T'Chaka

12-01-2005, 05:39 PM

"It was all a dream/I used to read Word Up magazine"-Biggie
I used to love Word Up!

Kirayoshi

12-01-2005, 10:30 PM

KRS-One, from REM's "Radio Song":
"What are you sayin', what are you playin',
Who are you obeyin', day out and day in?
HOH! Baby, baby, baby, BABY!
That stuff is drivin' me crazy!
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes.
Now our children grow up prisoners,
All their life, radio listeners!"

This one's from a group called Civilized Animal, a funk/rap/ska/dance group out of Spokane, Washington. The song is called "Two Steps Away", from the album Evolution. Seek it out if you can, it's da stuff! Check out their site: civilizedanimal.com, Click the 'music' link and scroll down for two free MP3s of some very cool sounds from their latest album.

"People gotta be movin' at a steady pace.
Keep up with the race or we'll be up in your face,
The Civilized crew rockin' the motherf***in' place,
Steadily representing the whole human race.
A coexistance that we gotta embrace
Because the present situation is a f***in' disgrace.
It seems that we're moving around in outer space
On a planet that it seems we always gotta deface!

Comin' to you straight because I gotta know,
Is that mask that you're wearing a reflection of your soul?
I'm comin' straight cause--I'm comin' straight cause--
I'm comin' straight because I think, I think I gotta know!

'Cause that's the only way to bring about change.
'Cause we be playin', we be playin' for a better day!

So you be thinking you can say what you wanna say,
Play how you wanna play, live in the present day,
Well, I don't see how that's a present possibility,
'Cause we be dependant on our immediate society,
That's only dependant on this immediate notoriety,
Damn, the way they lie to me builds up inside of me!
So you're still sayin' that there's nothing wrong?
That's why I'm singing this song, 'cause we all gotta learn to get along!

Comin' to you straight because I gotta know,
Is that mask that you're wearing a reflection of your soul?
I'm comin' straight cause--I'm comin' straight cause--
I'm comin' straight because I think, I think I gotta know!

'Cause that's the only way to bring about change.
'Cause we be playin', we be playin' for a better day!"

The Mirrorball Man

12-01-2005, 11:02 PM

Does anybody actually read these posts or are we just posting these verses for nothing?

Anthony

12-07-2005, 11:08 AM

the name of the album its on is soul on ice. its out of print and hard as hell to find. just dl it. and as to why isnt he more well known... kass just isnt very good. soul on ice was wack to me, nature of the threat isnt even a good song. sure he's saying a lot of shit lyrically, but that doesnt make it a good song. how about this...on that album, he only has 1 guest star -- coolio of all people.
The problem with Ras Kass was never his lyrical content. His problem was the fact that he was so arrogant as to believe that he could fight the beat as oppose to ride it. He never had the ear to make his lyrics go with his production. That and most of the time his production sucked. Back when I was checking for Ras Kass, I always thought all he needed was a good producer. But then he linked up with Dre and I realized that it's not the production that's killing him, it's the fact that he doesn't even attempt to mesh with the beat.

So he ends up being someone you don't really want to battle, but he couldn't sustain an album.

En Sabah Nur...

12-08-2005, 01:08 AM

The problem with Ras Kass was never his lyrical content. His problem was the fact that he was so arrogant as to believe that he could fight the beat as oppose to ride it. He never had the ear to make his lyrics go with his production. That and most of the time his production sucked. Back when I was checking for Ras Kass, I always thought all he needed was a good producer. But then he linked up with Dre and I realized that it's not the production that's killing him, it's the fact that he doesn't even attempt to mesh with the beat.

So he ends up being someone you don't really want to battle, but he couldn't sustain an album.

ROFL

You do realize people regard Ras Kasses flow as one of the most creative and best of the 90's?

That back then they called Soul On Ice a "World History with flow"

And his style has changed alot. On his new cd Institutionlized he has more of an orthodox flow, and what you would call going WITH the beat. A Catchy one.

thik_3rd

12-08-2005, 02:04 AM

ROFL

You do realize people regard Ras Kasses flow as one of the most creative and best of the 90's?

stop lying

monkeysweat

12-08-2005, 07:24 AM

Count me among the people that like an off-beat flow.

Lubichev

12-08-2005, 10:13 AM

Food for thought, so get a buffet plate.
The lyrics are so fat, you might gain weight.

En Sabah Nur...

12-10-2005, 01:50 AM

stop lying

I'm not. Stop not knowing what flow is.

DanH

12-10-2005, 08:06 PM

Old Scool LL COOL JJ-"MAMA SAID KNOCK YOU OUT"

thik_3rd

12-10-2005, 08:28 PM

I'm not. Stop not knowing what flow is.
yeah...because i obviously don't know what flow is. great come back.

En Sabah Nur...

12-10-2005, 11:43 PM

yeah...because i obviously don't know what flow is. great come back.

Well yes, you obviosly don't if you think Ras Kass has a shitty one. I thought I was pretty straight forword with that, guess not.

Lol @ who you're arguing with about flow

if you only knew

thik_3rd

12-11-2005, 12:05 AM

Well yes, you obviosly don't if you think Ras Kass has a shitty one. I thought I was pretty straight forword with that, guess not.

Lol @ who you're arguing with about flow

if you only knew
i know a thing or two about flow. i'd say you don't, but i'd rather be nice and say that at best you have a pretty skewed perspective on what makes a flow good or not.

yeah lol @ who i'm arguing with about flow. some jackass on the internet who thinks their opinion is better than anyone else's.

if only i knew...i'm glad i don't. there's maybe a dozen people in this world who could tell me that ras has a nice flow and make me change my view on the subject. chances are you're not one of them.

En Sabah Nur...

12-13-2005, 01:06 AM

i know a thing or two about flow. i'd say you don't, but i'd rather be nice and say that at best you have a pretty skewed perspective on what makes a flow good or not.

yeah lol @ who i'm arguing with about flow. some jackass on the internet who thinks their opinion is better than anyone else's.

if only i knew...i'm glad i don't. there's maybe a dozen people in this world who could tell me that ras has a nice flow and make me change my view on the subject. chances are you're not one of them.

guess you win :rolleyes:

thik_3rd

12-13-2005, 01:50 AM

if you got some kind of point to prove then by all means.

Motormouse

12-13-2005, 04:18 PM

"Ass so fat, you could see it from the front" - Mos Def :eek:

Faded

12-16-2005, 06:28 PM

Eve's "Love Is Blind" is one of my favorites to this day for its message and depth. For fun, I really enjoy Ludacris' various songs.

Dom

12-16-2005, 10:17 PM

This is the proper way man should use ink
But you’re at your brink and your rhymes are extinct
Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more
Cause mine’ll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore
Let me inject this, flow of electric currency
For all the party people preferrin me
And spectatin like a tourist, cause you never
Saw this style of rap kickin like chuck norris
But this ain’t kung-fu, no I just brung you
A style, that phony mc’s were too young to
Digest, when I manifest, you adolescent
So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson
And this one’s for your listenin pleasure
Somethin for all the bitin mc’s to treasure
Just like a diary, for you to admire me
Before you’re put in the dead poet’s society
Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph
I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff
But many mc’s were able to retreat
Runnin like an athlete, but I got bad feet
So I don’t chase ya, nor do I wait to face ya
Nah it ain’t in my nature
I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch mc’s get dropped
As I manifest in hip-hop
Rhymes I construct are tough like a tonka truck
And just like lightnin they struck
Down on all the toy mc’s that annoy
That’s how I build and destroy
The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor
With a groove so smooth you can’t help but get into
So I’m advisin competition to flee
Cause I can bake an mc like chef boyardee
Holdin my own on the microphone
Cause I break bones just like sticks and stones
So let it rain let it rain as I put em in pain
God damn, it’s hard bein the kane!

Give it to me! get up!

Tish-the-Scorpion

02-05-2006, 10:54 PM

i got 17 biscuits for the dog that tries to bite me.Master-P

who sez P can't rap :p

Anthony

02-06-2006, 02:31 PM

ROFL

You do realize people regard Ras Kasses flow as one of the most creative and best of the 90's?

That back then they called Soul On Ice a "World History with flow"

And his style has changed alot. On his new cd Institutionlized he has more of an orthodox flow, and what you would call going WITH the beat. A Catchy one.
I didn't even realize this was still going on.

You obviously have no idea of how much Ras Kass I listened to during the mid to late 90s. I checked for him consistently.

I've never heard anyone say Ras Kass' flow was one of the best of the 90s. They always said he was one of the greatest lyricists of the 90s. The two while great together, doesn't mean that they have to go together.

Rakim had a great combination of this
Kane had a great combination of this
Guys with great flow but not necessarily great lyrics...Method Man (well, before Tical 0)

Ras Kass is considered to be a great lyricist with decent flow. As I stated before, Ras' problem was always how he connected with the production. He fights the beat too much. He's stated numerous times that he doesn't concern himself with the beat. IIRC, his words were to the effect of "I'm a lyricist, fuck the beat".

While yes, Ras is great with the lyrics, his downfall was never blending that with anything approaching decent production. On songs where he did that, they're approaching classic material. Except he didn't do it often enough.

Orthodox vs. Unorthodox means very little to me, I dig unorthodox just fine, and Ras Kass' style wasn't that unorthodox to begin with. O.D.B. had a much more unorthodox style, but it worked and he could use the production given to him (or at least choose the production that goes best with his flow).

Besides, I don't listen to much to what "they say" anyway. Shit, Lil Kim got 5 mics in the Source and damn near maxed out in the Vibe. "They" slept on Camp Lo's first album. "They" slept on Illadelph Halflife.

As John Legend sang on "They Say"...They Lie.

Tish-the-Scorpion

02-09-2006, 05:18 PM

Count me among the people that like an off-beat flow.*shakes head* uh-uh :(.this is exactly why i love midwestern rap so much.they become the beat when they flow.listen to rappers like shoestring from the dayton family,bone thugs,tech9ne,and sandman.the only way i'll accept a rapper with a off beat flow or a spoken delivery is that they have something engaging to say ala ice-t,and scarface.but otherwise HELL NO!!!

Tequilamokinbrd

02-10-2006, 11:09 AM

Lines that I just thought were clever

"Never been to sesame street, but I flip a big bird, and I know stealers and they not from pittsburg"-Cam'ron

"Your mother should have swallowed you"-Big L

Lines that actually mean something to me

"Would you rather have a lexus or justice? a dream or some substance? A necklace, a beamer, or freedom?"-Dead Prez

"...and you can get on Michael Jackson if you wanna, Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter. Same press throwin' dirt on Michael's name show Woody and Soon-Yi at the playoff game"-Mos Def

There are obviously tons more, but those were four off the top of my head.

Tish-the-Scorpion

02-10-2006, 03:59 PM

Fuck the police coming strait from the underground.a nigga got it bad because i'm brown-Ice Cube

My mom said if you wanna be anything boy get off my couch and out my house and use your brain-Krayzie bone

i came up from the bottom now i reside at the top,i use to run away from the cops but now its benzes i cop-Paul Wall

i use to post up on the block like yao ming in the paint,but now i pimp the parking lot and drive slow and sipping drank.-Paul Wall

Tish-the-Scorpion

02-20-2006, 07:57 AM

"There will never be any good schools in the hood
There will never be any cops that are any good
A hospital is a great place to go and die
Real estate is cheap let me tell you why
The man has a sure fire system... an economic prison" -ICE-T

Tish-the-Scorpion

04-04-2006, 04:08 AM

"Look creampuff, you can get killed here. *beep* you ain't invinsible, even Superman in a wheel chair." -Lloyed Banks

as much as i hate gay unit that verse is cold.

Dennis K

04-04-2006, 06:44 AM

STOP
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back
With a brand new edition

What?

paki

04-04-2006, 08:44 AM

Machine Gun Funk - Biggie Smalls

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore appeal
that you're screamin, baby I'm dreamin
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggaz know... that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggaz sayin, "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
The funk baby

All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
from stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless
approach, to know if I'm broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the glock
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
Until we motherfuckin meet again
Huh, I'm doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers AND THE BLUE SUITS,
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
The funk baby

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
[What's Love, Got to Do]
when I'm rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It's type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby

paki

04-04-2006, 08:46 AM

Notorious B.I.G.- Unbelievable

Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin when Big be buckin
Chickenheads be cluckin in my bathroom fuckin
It ain't nuttin, they know Big be handlin
with the mac in the Ac' door paneling
Bandaging MC's, oxygen they can't breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get put on crutches
Get smoked like dutches from the master
Hate to blast ya, but I have ta, you see I smoke a lot
Your life is played out like Kwame, and them fuckin polka dots
Who rock the spot? Biggie!
You know how the weed yo, unbelievable

B-I-G, G-I-E, AKA, B.I.G.
Get it? Biggie
Also known as the bon appetit
Rappers can't sleep need sleepin Big keep creepin
Bulelts heat-seekin, casualties need treatin
Dumb rappers need teachin
Lesson A - don't fuck with B-I, that's that, oh I, thought he was wack
Oh come come now, why y'all so dumb now
Hunt me or be hunted, three hundred and fifty-seven ways
To summer sautee, I'm the winner all day
Lights get dimmer down Biggie's hallway
My forte causes caucausians to say
He sounds demented, car-weed scented
If I said it, I meant it
Bite my tongue for no-one
Call me evil, or unbelievable

Buck shots out the sun roof of Lexus Coupe's
Leave no witnesses, what you think this is
Ain't no amateurs here, I damage and tear
MC's fear me, they too near not to hear me
Clearly, I'm the triple beam dream
One thousand grams of uncut to the gut
It seems fucked up, the way I touched up the grill
Tryin to play gorilla, when you ain't no killer
The gat's by your liver, your upper lip quiver
Get ready to die, tell God I said hi
And throw down some ice, for the nicest MC
Niggaz know the steelo, unbelievable

paki

04-04-2006, 08:48 AM

Notorious B.I.G with The LOX - Last Day

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and
realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin promos
Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'

Arrjay

04-04-2006, 08:54 AM

Cut the deck.
The queens left for dead.
Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed.
Jack is all tragic when he stands alone.
Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone.
You look well suited like you came to win.
Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin.
Cruising for pity and looking pretty as f**k.
Ace take your chances.
Queen wish you luck.

Dope. Guns. Fucking in the street. Revolution.

paki

04-04-2006, 08:54 AM

Notorious B.I.G.- What's Beef?

What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
What's beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than thirty deep
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it

Notorious B.I.G.- Who Shot Ya

Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughts, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn thow
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bitchi Boy's behind this

Jay-Z Brooklyn's Finest Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is can the Feds get us
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and layin scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hate it

[Jay-Z]
Can't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on him
What's ya name?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryin to put 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit
Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who?

Chorus: Jay-Z

What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall
Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV

(Jigga) Jay-Z

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious
Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin

[Jay-Z]
Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy
I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols
Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper
Frank Wright need the keys to your Integra
(That's right)
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me
Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy
You ain't harmin me, so pardon me
Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out the way from heron
(Clear) gone

[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Nea Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot
If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac's
Get it, Tupac's

[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronz
And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz
The S1 diamond from my eye class don
A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh
Brook Na, sippin on

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya

Shellhead

04-04-2006, 09:11 AM

"She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies won't
She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies don't
She says she gotta cuz she says a lotta ladies can't
She says she gotta cuz she knows a lotta ladies
romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine.
Electrocute 'em light 'em up like Con Edison,
she got no fear five rings in their ear,
holes in their nose, way-out clothes.
Living life to the fullest buck shot and bullets.
Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it.
Maybe she will cuz she's quick to kill.
The city lights make her dresses tight, yes she bites.
You never know where she'll come from.
She walks softly but she carries a big gun "

Big Gun, by Ice-T

Tish-the-Scorpion

04-04-2006, 05:43 PM

STOP
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back
With a brand new edition

What?i'm still wondering what was the first addition :confused:

Krys Nyteshade

04-04-2006, 05:50 PM

Mannnnn, I don't feel like lookin' up lyrics. Or typing them from memory. But let me say that "NY State of Mind"'s first verse floored me. I got the album soley on a reccomendation from a friend at work. Amazing.

Yes. the kid with the Cure Shirt and black nail polish likes rap. Don't faint.

Tish-the-Scorpion

04-04-2006, 05:50 PM

Shellhead

04-04-2006, 06:08 PM

wow my resapect for you has risen

I actually thought of you as I was listening to "Big Gun" the other day again. Of course, since I don't know what you look like, I pictured Jade from the current season of Top Model on UPN.

http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model6/pgall_models.php?m=jade&id=7

Tish-the-Scorpion

04-04-2006, 06:53 PM

I actually thought of you as I was listening to "Big Gun" the other day again. Of course, since I don't know what you look like, I pictured Jade from the current season of Top Model on UPN.

http://www.upn.com/shows/top_model6/pgall_models.php?m=jade&id=7 not really look at my profile

OhMyGato

04-05-2006, 12:17 PM

my new favorite rap verse:

Who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with, im the f*ckin boss
745, white on white, thats f*ckin ross.

Song is so really real right now.

punisher_ryu

04-09-2006, 05:59 PM

"Congratulation on the wedding
I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life
And that's no bulls**tin' "-tupac shakur

"and still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
there's war on the streets
and the war in the Middle East
instead of war on poverty
they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me"-tupac shakur

Tish-the-Scorpion

04-13-2006, 05:14 AM

we need to see each other as brothers instead of 2 distant strangers.and thats the way its suppose to be.how can the devil take my brother when he's close to me-2pac

i_mmmchocolate

04-13-2006, 10:09 AM

I'm not tryin to give you love and affection...

I'm tryin to give you 60 seconds of affection...

I'm tryin to give you cab fare and directions,

Get your independant ass outta here, question?

I love that remix.

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-16-2006, 11:49 AM

To all you Betty Crocker,
Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
But don't know what it took to make that bitch,
Take a look you fake
And switch your recipe
Niggaz always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
Bring the best of me
Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
I seperate from stem and weed
Me, I go, murder
Murder them in deep blood clot
They get all red hot from lead shots
And what not
Mine, I go dead after red dot
And buckshot,
So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
This where the buck stops -Bun-B

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-16-2006, 11:53 AM

(Feat. Mos Def)

[Mos Def - talking]
Man, you hear this bullshit they be talkin'
Every day, man
It's like these motherfuckers is just like professional liars
YouknowwhatI'msayin? It's wild
Listen

[Hook - Mos Def]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga

Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]

[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique]
They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal -Immortal technique

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-16-2006, 12:22 PM

my fav lines are in bold

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler
(chorus)
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
(kid drop in during the break of the song)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
Look at that ring right there,
I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man,
How can I be down? (end of kid dialogue)

What's up? You say you wanna be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
Out my face, fool I'm the illest,
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.
Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!
I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.
And I'm a hustler.
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
New Jack, New Jack..........
Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I learned that in school then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.

^the best line of the song

But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block,
You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.
Pregnant teens, children's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played,
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's low but I got long dough,
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
There'll be another one after me!
A hustler.
Hustler.
H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler.
New Jack, New Jack......-Ice-T

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-16-2006, 12:30 PM

<Ay, yeah you, motherfucker
You know who I'm talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain't
shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...>

It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can't move to the snow
Cause soon as y'all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be White or a Jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain't saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

BREAK
<Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain't shit...>

When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn't fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don't you know they ain't down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On MTV but they don't care
They'll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don't want you back
And you know what's worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I'm a be brief
Be true to the game

BREAK
<Yeah motherfucker
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still ain't shit
That's right, I caught you slipping
You know I could've gat you
Yeah, but I didn't even trip...>

A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, G
Do you like what you see?
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the Negroes
You wanna be just like Jack
But Jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken English
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister Big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game

<And Ice Cube practices what he preaches
He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>

Be true to the game!-ICE-CUBE

Joe Rice

09-16-2006, 12:34 PM

Into the war of the worlds, where cities twirl

L.I.F.E. Long shakin planets for the ?

? lands when I spit out and hurl words

It's a Stronghold writer's guild, Cannibal Ox take over your herd

We planted our flags on your soils

Despoiling opponents with turmoil

? couldn't be aluminum foil

We potent with rounds lit out similar to ?

I was there when it all first sparked

Jersey next to poisonous darts

Camouflaged with the dark, to blend in with the scenery

Snatch your whole team's referee machinery

Before knowin I landmine spot blowing

Throwing heads off tracks, smackin em with an open palm

BITCH SLAP

Make your whole body feel it when I spray

The battle's just begun, it gets deeper as the song plays

Mega with his arms folded

Fists balled up

Toast (?) on the side of my waist

V on the buckle of the belt

Rappin' hell (?)

Cape flowin

Still standin

With two cannons

1 3 2 got me vanished

Ninja in the night with the phantoms

Amped up, set off hoppers (?)

See rays blast from the optics

Livin in fucked up ghetto economics

Spit from the voicebox, nasty with sonics

Animals released out of boxes

Plus we got that Stronghold on the throat

That'll leave you all gone on the float

Split belly cos you off the boat

The battle for Asgard and we fight as gods

Shatter your glass cage into a thousand crystal shards

I stayed in the basement, like the Krupa Kid (?)

Shut the city down like Baghdad Lubavich (?)

Your stupid clique wrestle warlocks

The audience backed you

I drank eight ounces of water

With my time capsule

Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature's fabric

A hard rock, I descended from stone tablets

Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes

Who couldn't bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast (?) (so?)

Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet skis

Unless you want your wrists to part like the red sea

On the roof of hell, you got stomped by angel's feet

Cause you can't be down, you had gravity deficiency

(We spit thoughts!)

I translate harpoons to sharp death

When the point is made, from my underwater breath

Don't get walls confused with linoleum

And try to cut my square like a scared custodian (know me son!)

Every bite upon, I told you not to get it on

But you still trip the holes with a broken magic wand

Strong Atoms, whole family dear

To duplicate & recreate could take a light year

Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face

Throw you in a black hole, make you swim through space

We mind-bogglin, spine-tinglin

Got the scroll of Galactus now I'm planet-swallowin

Megala's got the surfboard and he's hollerin

All arch-enemies must die

And I know you not unbreakable son, that's a lie

And you can't have my 3.14, that's my pi... (stupid!)

I'm a diamond in the rough, and you're lucy in the sky with a cubit

Your raps don't do it

I deal with cloud nigga patrol

Plus my real name is closer to Thor's than yours

Where we practice there is no flaw

This is the battle for Asgard (say no more)

Atoms fam & Stronghold, nuclear clamp the mic

And you and your best friend don't even sound tight

I guess something ain't right

We like constellations when they close in

The lost sons of Odin

With a mouthful of parables to get em open

But the psionic imagery'll leave em frozen

I used to outdo cats like you in my lunch period

Then conversate with the burning bush about a period

And bust through your ego like the high line (?) of scrimmage

Right for the goal, your warning comes in 2 minutes

--Cannibal Ox

Kirayoshi

09-17-2006, 02:50 PM

Gorillaz(featuring Del tha Funky Homosapian)

Clint Eastwood:
I aint happy, Im feelin glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I'm happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...

Yeah... Ha Ha!
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now, time for me is nothing cuz I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hearable
What appears in you's a clearer view cos you're too crazy
Lifeless
To know the definition for what life is
Priceless
For you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gunsmokin' righteous with one token
Psychic among those
Possess you with one go

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

The essence the basics
Without it you make it
Allow me to make this
Child, like in nature
Rhythm
You have it or you don't that's a fallacy
I'm in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child apiece
Every cloud you see
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucking to your lies
Through Russ, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides
with me as a guide
But y'all can see me now cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner
So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so mother fuckers
Remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless
Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead
No squealing, remember
(that it's all in your head)

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...

Rock the House

I know you like that
You wanna try that
It's like a flashback
So shake your ass crack
I got the balls to
Rock the salsa
Funk the blues-a
Any groove to
Make you move cos
Taking you to
Another landscape
It's my mandate
I'm highly animated even though I'm decomposing
So if your feet is frozen I'ma die to see you ropin'

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now when the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now when the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to JUST GET DOWN

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

Graviational pull
I have you making a fool
Out of yourself on the dance floor
Doing back spins running man and more
Party down with Vigga and Candor
Coming to the jam
Or look like a landlubber
And do the aqua boogie
Win lots of goodies maybe
Pop a Gucci wallet turntables is talking to me
It's awfully groovy
Seeing all the treasure and the booty

And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now when the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to just get down
And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin
I want y'all to just get down
Now when the MC rhymin' and the DJ cuttin'
I want y'all to JUST GET DOWN

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

I wanna get down lower than Atlantis
Going toe to toe with an enchantress
Get funkier than funkadelic wearin' Pampers
While you eggheads is on the wall preparin' answers
Sharing transcripts while we over here
Dipping and dancin'
Rhythm romancin'
Wallflowers
Giving no action no
All hours we chillin' and max the flow\
Relaxing
Opposites attracting
I'ma toss my hat in
Floss when the track spin
Like I'm on a crack binge
Jigging and wiggling
Freakin' booties speakin' to the cuties so belligerent
No religion just bump the feed on
You'll feel reborn
Negativity we just dead it like Decon
Better lift your feet and just measure the beat on
The pulse when it respawns

Tap your toes and clap your hands
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on trace the globe and shake your pants
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Just twist your hip and do the dip
(How many people ready to rock the house?)
Come on shake and bake do whatever it takes
(How many people ready to rock the house?)

blackdragon6

09-19-2006, 08:36 AM

Papoose - Shoot Em Up Bang Bang
You think you a 'G' cause you got shot?..you buggin',
That dont make you a thug, the nigga that shot you was thuggin'!

Motormouse

09-19-2006, 09:47 AM

Feeling quite lazy, plus, i'm at work so you'll have to settle for favorite rap line.

"Ass so fat, you could see it from the front" ~ Ms fat Booty - Mos Def

Captain Murphy

09-19-2006, 10:09 AM

I spit, to make the mic like a flammable torch
"It's understandable" my mind is a mechanical force
And I'm a cannibal my mandible is chewin' ya corpse
"I'm tyrannical, a vandle of intangible sorts
Not a mineral a mammal or an animal, I'm.
Metaphysical, the syllables in critical rhymes
Flows blowin' off ya limbs like invisible mines
Been invincible with rhymes since the biblical times
A warlord with a sword from the Mongul Horde
Speak the tongue of the lord, to bless my vocal chords
They tried to resurrect hip-hop, but faith is gone
So I'll take it over by force like Ghengis Khan
If you say it ain't raw, you better pray to Allah
Cuz I got an arrow that'll travel straight thru the jaw
Got breath control, flow like a ship with a sail
Divine when I spit, like if I sipped from the grail
Cuz I'm immortal

----------------------------------

Left the house, pullin' out the drive backin' out
Need a backin' out this lady's Jag started blackin' out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yackin' mouth before I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Figured fuck it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
Stole her car, made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
Like the girl on Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it thru somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin' pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
Parents screamin': "Johnny, go and call the police
Tell 'em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!"
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin' like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
And collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes the cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
So many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed on the back of a movin' dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I must-a dropped the Beanie Baby
Fuck it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin' "TRUCE TRUCE!"
Surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me! It was the gangsta rap and the peppermint Schnapps

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-21-2006, 09:20 AM

Black is Black is Black is Black
Black is Black is Black is Black
Judged by both my race and colour
Don't you know we need each other?
I need you and you need me
And if not now you soon will see
My light complexion has no meaning
If you think so you're still dreaming
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
There's no time for us to break up
Black is Black not Blue or Purple
Being Black is like a circle
Round and round we all will go
Where we end up i don't know-Jungle Brothers

(A)//(E)

09-21-2006, 09:59 AM

2theX-treme I rock the mic like a vandal, light up a stage I'll wax a chump like a candle. Vanilla Ice
the "wax a chump like a candle" part is priceless.

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-26-2006, 07:34 AM

"Let me make this the last time a nigga gotta say it
The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play wit
We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest
And I'm sendin my shouts out, and fuck you to the haters
who deny - in 1994 we switched the game up
with the homies with the rappin and the flow that always change up
Playin lames in the game what a shame had to hang up
they music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers"-Layzie Bone

Devon C.

09-26-2006, 07:56 AM

Ready to smack any D-12 fan
Who goes, "Hey dude! I love your band!"
We ain't a band, we don't play instruments
Marshall gets 90 and we only get 10 percent.

-Eminem and D-12, "My Band"

Tish-the-Scorpion

09-26-2006, 08:22 AM

"With all this extra stressin; the question I wonder is after death
after my last breath, when will I finally get to rest?
Through this suppression, they punish the people that's askin questions
And those that posess, steal from the ones without posessions
The message I stress, to make you stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius askses questions
Be grateful for blessings, don't ever change keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address"-2PAC....

Gary Joyce

10-04-2006, 06:36 AM

"Elvis was a hero to most
But he never meant, shit to me you see
Straight up racist that sucker was
Simple and plain
Mother fuck him and John Wayne"

fight the power by Public Enemy

Ogami

10-09-2006, 11:11 AM

Shellhead

10-09-2006, 12:24 PM

from Always Coming Back Home to You, by Atmosphere:

"I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been buildin.

"All of a sudden I'm in front of some man
No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
"Do you want this It's not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I don't even know how to hold it."

thik_3rd

10-09-2006, 03:42 PM

I'm too lazy to read every post, so if this has already been put in I'm sorry.

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
- AZ from 'Life's a Bitch' by Nas

One more.

Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel
- O.C. ' Time's Up'

that oc one is a favorite, but i think nas did better than az on life's a bitch.

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

besides, az has so many better verses...

my verbals rip shit
Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets
fuck it I'm on some flip shit
ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
vocals release shells like automatics
Do music's magical causing any battle to be tragical
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia
slaughter your circulatory like lukemia
filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
I'm vicious, mad malicious
cause it's real on this road to riches
I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
how they speak and kick it
peep this uniqueness
nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
left to chokers and skunk smoke
was coming through the speakers
surgically nice with any verbal device
trife, breathing life into mics
my insight's beyond the twilight
so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
techniques speak
I'm rather unique

(or one of dozens better)

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-01-2007, 08:14 PM

Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality-Mc eiht

the best thing in life is health. Be yourself, playa. Television will keep your ass wishing forever. and you'll will never get your life together.-ice cube

I Must Break U

01-02-2007, 09:21 PM

Obie trice "cry now"

[Verse 2]
Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna
Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us
The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other
Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas
So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em
Rather see 'em suffer, then become one up on us
Round the globe, promotin us hustlas
The white boy's cool, but refuse they brothers
So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color
This ain't Detroit Red, you won't +X+ me out +Malcolm+
My Exodus will never be from a violent outcome
I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips
Exit on my ethics, is no longer present
X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven
So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {*click-clack*}
Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressed it
Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho')
Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho')
Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O
I was birth wit Jehovah's hand on my soul

Tish-the-Scorpion

01-03-2007, 12:08 PM

Who aim to try and tame me? I'm gonna mangle 'em, then bang they brain, and strangle fools who fuck with our name. I crept and I came with game.-Flesh-N-Bone

[Verse 1: Tupac]
After the fire comes the rain
After the pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million's of niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)
Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenceless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless?
At these niggas throats
Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
You niggas better not try to run up
And don't try to say we ain't told you
You're dealing with killers and soldiers
Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over
Nigga controller
Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up
Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya
I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia
Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up
Flow up
Makaveli The Don, got niggas strapped and ready to bomb
As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done
We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone
Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead wrong
When the shots ring out you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through)
Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?)
Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance
Thugs don't fuck around
We get back at 'em so swiftly, niggas is with me underground
Slug in a niggas mug, reppin' Midwest Side
Niggas if you a thug get your weapon, let's ride
Ride for Pac, Pac, get live for Pac, Pac, Pop off the Glock, Glock
The thugging it don't stop

[Chorus x2: Krayzie Bone & Tupac]
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Get it on till I die)
It's that Tupac (Pac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)
It's that Tupac (Tupac)
(Y'all, Y'all remember me)

[Verse 3: Tupac]
Only wish to breed
I explode into a million seeds
Ya'll remember me
Legendary live eternally
Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase 'em and brake 'em
Murder motherfucker's at a rate and then quicken the pace
Blast me but never ask me to live a lie
Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die?
(Westcoast)
Now I'm worldwide
Niggas gossip like girls then hide
No offence to Nas but this whole fucking world is mine
Even if you blind you can still see my prophecy
My destiny to overthrow those on top of me
Fiending for currency the money be calling
Can you feel me, dreaming?
Seeing scenes of me balling?
Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlaws rushing you busting you
We untouchable

I Must Break U

01-05-2007, 09:17 PM

YOUNG DRO- THEY DONT KNOW

[Verse 1]
Niggaz try stoppin me fulfill him like a prophecy (oh yes)
While them hoes watchin me and while them hoes jockin me (what yall hoes want)
Feds tried to rocket me and knock me out properly (they said BAM!)
I was on a robbery my gat sung operaly
500 dollar bill teach 'em bout Monopoly
Mansion wit the bed in it models lay on top of me
Niggaz tried droppin me them slugs bounced off of me
Murder niggaz softly the judge still walkin me
Hoes get chunked off bitches can't talk to me
Catch a nigga crossin me they gotta get the law for me
26 possibly I sang to 'em gossiply (oh Lord)
I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me
Mockin me I'll turn ya chest into podomy (blaow blaow!)
Everything mafia growin up Gotti G
Four 15's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be

General Grievous

01-07-2007, 02:07 PM

f*ck.

okay, im a noob here, but almost all rap has that word in it.

The above is incorrect.

Almost all rap doesnt have that word in it.

General Grievous

01-07-2007, 02:09 PM

that oc one is a favorite, but i think nas did better than az on life's a bitch.

I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage

besides, az has so many better verses...

my verbals rip shit
Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets
fuck it I'm on some flip shit
ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
vocals release shells like automatics
Do music's magical causing any battle to be tragical
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia
slaughter your circulatory like lukemia
filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
I'm vicious, mad malicious
cause it's real on this road to riches
I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
how they speak and kick it
peep this uniqueness
nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
left to chokers and skunk smoke
was coming through the speakers
surgically nice with any verbal device
trife, breathing life into mics
my insight's beyond the twilight
so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
techniques speak
I'm rather unique

(or one of dozens better)

OC's album word life is a masterpiece.
every song is class, even the intro

General Grievous

01-07-2007, 02:13 PM

I think jay-z or eminem ghost wrote this from dr dre ,

I moved out
of the hood for good - you blame me?Niggaz aim angry at
niggaz they can't beBut niggaz can't hit niggaz
they can't seeI'm out of sight, now I'm out
of they dang reachHow would you feel if niggaz wanted you
killed?You'd probably move to a new house on a new
hilland choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shotI
ain't a thug - how much Tupac in you you got?I
ain't no bitch neither - it's either my lifeor
yo' life and I ain't leavin - I like breathinCause nigga we can go round for roundClip for clip, shit
fo'pound for poundNigga if you really wanna take it
there we canJust remember that you fuckin with a family
manI got a lot more to lose than you, remember thatwhen you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher

I Must Break U

01-07-2007, 06:20 PM

I Must Break U

01-07-2007, 06:30 PM

Eminem- low down and dirty

Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted
Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested myself and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises
Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Murder Redrum"
Brain size of a bread crumb
Which drug will I end up dead from
Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated
"How in the fuck can Eminem and shady be related?"
Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder
Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was little'er
Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin Bette Midler
Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler
Didn't Ya? Bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her

DeathScythe10x

01-07-2007, 11:14 PM

Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it
-Eminem

General Grievous

01-08-2007, 08:10 AM

Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it
-Eminem

eminem was very gifted, i have 338 songs by slim shady. im proud or that

The Mirrorball Man

01-08-2007, 08:32 AM

The Mos Def verse in Kanye West's "Two Words":

Two words
United States
No love
No brakes
Low brow
High stakes
Crack smoke
Black folks
Big Macs
Fat folks
Ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals
Everybody MOVE

Two words
Mos Def
K West
Hot shit
Calm down
Get back
Ghetto people
Got this
Game ball
Lock shit
Dump off
Cock shit
We won't
Stop shit
Everybody MOVE

Two words
BK
NY
Bedstuy
Two hawks
Too hungry
Too many
That's why
These streets
Know game
Can't ball
Don't play
Every traffic
One lane
Everybody MOVE

Two words
Mos Def
Black Jack
Hot shit
Calm down
Get back
Ghetto people
Got this
Game point lock
Long pump cocked
We won't stop
Everybody MOVE

I Must Break U

01-08-2007, 08:22 PM

Juelz Santana - S.A.N.TA.N.A.
Say hello to my little friend, hello before I pull again
And show you my bullets friend, hello - my name please (Santana)
Straight blam the lamma, for Cake stand behind ya
And make plans to drop ya, I ain't Aunt Jemima
Bitch, I ain't her to wine ya, I ain't her to dine ya
I came her to pop ya, shit
And I came here for lobster
The whole damn shabang and they ain't brang the pasta (santana)
Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food
I'm not gonna be used, shots will eat through
This kid's small body, and this big long shotty (What?)
That'll just make shit hit all sloppy
Straight out the block, I'm ready, straight out like rock I'm ready
More proper, I'm straight out like hot spagettii
It's rock n roll time, it's lock and load time
Showtime, audios amigos, gotta go time
Yeah, but I be right back at ya
Twice back at ya, like Christ back at ya (Yeah)
You be like damn "That's one nice ass rapper
I kinda like that rapper, I wanna be like that rapper" (NOPE!)
No but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at ya
With that right bell at ya, whoa, I know that might sound bad but
It's....I'm Back

Juelz Santana - Crunk Music
Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me
Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)
I'm the last of the best (best)
One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click (AY!)
Don't fool with the Dips (AY!)
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!)
When that gun with the clip in (what)
Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (AY!)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!)
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!)
In half and please bring my cake back

Juelz Santana - Dipset Anthem
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right kid?
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
Hey!

neoviper76

01-10-2007, 07:01 PM

Im a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken...get paranoid when you hear my glock clickin!!!!!

Sen Dog = Cock the Hammer

General Grievous

01-12-2007, 08:08 AM

Never was a Thug, just infatuated with Guns.
never was a Gangsta, until i graduated to one.

Eminem, soldier

Flawless P

05-29-2007, 01:27 AM

Never was a Thug, just infatuated with Guns.
never was a Gangsta, until i graduated to one.

Eminem, soldier

and got the rep of a villain for weapon concealin took the image of a thug kept shit appealin willin to stick out my neck for respect if it meant life or death

Tish-the-Scorpion

05-29-2007, 02:23 PM

My record is flawless/ my method is lawless/ i'm an automatic weapon nigga you just a target/The number one artist from the land of the heartless-Krayzie Bone ( 9mm )

Fall asleep, fall deep in a nightmare
Wake up and see me standing there at the edge of your bed
Thought it was Freddy, instead it be Flesh
And he holdin' a machete steady drippin' bloody red
But I warned 'em time from time again
Time after time again, I'm a just sit back sip gin
Think on how to ? corner 'em all, consume 'em
And sent them in a murder with a Mack-10
Pack that gat, so them had it
Ready, set, aim, and straight to pull the flame off the temple
People standin' around -
They wonderin' where did he go to get away from the po-po
Can't fuck with a nigga, man, so pull the trigger - simple bang!
Hear it, feel it ,wicked spirits in the room dance to your doom
When he had to come enter through the room pretty soon
So hell get, assume position, lay down in the tomb gone
I love the way they ?, boy, had his soul snatched from the body
Left the corpse here, struck with an exorcist, possessed him
Had to put him out of misery, get the stiff and no shadow
Nigga got to attack, so many spirits live inside, trip this
All of my mystic spirits, I get ready, make a nigga wanna cry-Flesh-n-Bone ( Mystic Spirits )

"Betta clear the war path/ of a madman/ when I blast up outta the psycho ward/ so they label me 51/50 / you wanna f**k with me you betta pray to my lord/ I'm gonna torch their bodies burn scorch'em/ not one of my enemies gonna survive /all die in a holocaust......"-Flesh-n-Bone ( crazy by the flesh )

^^that crazy by the flesh track made me physically ill it was soooo sick.....as a matter of fact i almost threw up in my mouth a little just thinking about it.

Tish-the-Scorpion

05-29-2007, 02:48 PM

I'm up early cuz aint enough light in the daytime
Smoke two sweets get in these streets out the pop up line
Peanut holder my boulders smolder on the PA pipes
Ak loader as I get swallowed under city lights.-Pimp-C ( one day )

Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet-Miike Patton EPIC

Cyke

05-29-2007, 03:14 PM

When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
-Q-Tip, A Tribe Called Quest

And, frankly, I don't know why that line stays in my head, but it just does.

Tish-the-Scorpion

10-23-2007, 09:06 PM

"..Classic, so age don't count in the booth /
Whan your flows stay submerged in the fountain of youth..//"-Rakim

howyadoin

10-24-2007, 03:10 AM

I know there are better ones, but the first thing that came to mind was:

"Calvin Klein ain't no friend of mine,
Don't want his name on my behind."

I Must Break U

10-24-2007, 10:56 AM

STOP! hatin on a ni-
that is a weak emotion, the lady of a ni-
and you can get tipped like ya waiting on a ni-
put a body bag and an apron on a ni-
I give my all behind the mic, but you can never see if you sit behind the light
You dont have to pick me to win the title fight
but imma wear that championship belt so tight
and if i'm worng there is no right
and if i'm wrong there is snow white
I'm tryin to be PO-lite, but you Ni- in my hair like the fucking PO-lice
My flow is rare, these other rapper nice, these others rappers bark
some of em even bite. but i'm much more bright I give the game sight
so before you dim the light you might just wanna...

GOSSIP- LIL Wayne

Thorlief

10-24-2007, 11:10 AM

way too many, but still, first ones popping out

Bitch please,
You must have a mental disease,
Assume the position,
And get back down on your knees

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

Patient Boy

10-24-2007, 11:22 PM

rick

10-25-2007, 12:41 AM

I'm not really that good at this, but I did always like....

To all my Niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my Niggaz
wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
and if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air :)

The Mirrorball Man

10-25-2007, 03:27 AM

It's a shame Freeway messed up the flow of that song, and I liked that Freeway solo album. It seems to me though that he was thrown in after Mos and Kanye had recorded since Mos Def doesn't mention Freeway's name in the song's outro.

You know, I never thought of that, but now that you mention it, it does sound like it was added late in the game. Kanye West is known to change his mind a lot. I don't know why he felt the Freeway verse was necessary.

the goddamn batman

10-25-2007, 04:11 AM

The entire Reflection Eternal album.

Also? Aesop Rock's Labor Days album.

Tish-the-Scorpion

10-26-2007, 07:59 PM

Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper, rippin' up that set with a street-sweeper. Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter. Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver-"Down 4 my Thang" Bizzy Bone

Been tryin’ to organize a regime of killas/ And niggas is ready to bomb back in combat to ride with us, straight guerilla/ We got niggas from Cleveland to Cali, New Zealand to Maui, from Miami to Cincinnatti niggas is in it to rally or riot/ Kept quiet for too damn long/ Niggas ain’t sangin’ no songs or marchin’ we lightin’ fires and slang chrome/ We lootin’ to teroriz’em and we're shootin’ to paralyze ‘em/ We tryin’ to stop ‘em from thinkin, walkin’ talkin’ and breathin’-Game Tight Krayzie Bone

Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
[All] It's Yourz-"Its Yourz" U-GOD

It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4 -"Its Yourz" Inspectah Deck

sgt pepper

10-27-2007, 06:03 PM

One of my favorite rhymes:

We'll be right back
After these messages,
Fellas grab your nutsacks
Ladies grab your breasteses.

-MF DOOM

Hellbaby

10-27-2007, 06:37 PM

Brothers want to hang with the Meth
bring the rope
cuzthe only way you hang is by the neck

I Must Break U

10-29-2007, 08:07 AM

You see i'm somethin to see
but i'm nothin to touch
I'll kill ya bout nothin
Cause nothin's to much
I'll put the barrell to yo baby momma stomach
and squeeze off two
Just so the world don't have to deal with another fuck nigga like you
I HATE YA I HATE YA

Cee-lo

Magneto X

10-29-2007, 10:04 AM

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and your fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was workin at the club you would not pay
Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somthin to say

I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down
Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town

You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball
A pretty little somethin on the New York street
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talkin bout you

Yo, I took you out
But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route
My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state
But I couldn't drop dimes cause you couldn't relate
You couldn't relate

Anomie

10-30-2007, 11:05 AM

"The 4th Branch"

The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
shall stand before God!!! It has begun
The beginning of the end
Yeah..
Yeah... yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

[Verse 2]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

[Talking]
Yeah..
The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials
As if their opinion was at all unbiased
A machine shouldn't speak for men
So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!
And you know it's serious
When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign
To try to convince you they're fair and balanced
When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!
We don't get weapons contracts, nigga!
We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!
We are cheap labor, nigga!
Turn off the news and read, nigga!
Read... read... read...

FanboyStranger

10-30-2007, 02:24 PM

My favorite ever:

With a molotov cocktail/I won't fail/Burn out your eyeballs/And leave a note in braille.

"Brainstormin", Gangstarrr.

Kill cujo

10-30-2007, 05:39 PM

I have a favorite rap song.
Not exactly a verse.
Santa Clause is a fat B*tch.
By Insane Clown posse

str8westcoastin

12-02-2007, 11:19 PM

"My 2 best friends will accompany me and right now they are in my dungaree sleep. One name mac. one name nina, they hit make you do the macarina."

Josh S

12-03-2007, 12:58 AM

From the North to the South I don't need no passes
You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses
Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type
I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin life
Farrakhan call my crib, I be gettin them greens
Fuckin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans
Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh
Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote
They say variety is the spice of life, for real
fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites
Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos
What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy
I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep
I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me
Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac
I'm a motherfuckin stand up cat, that's on the one
-- The Greatest Rapper Ever, "1,2 The 3"

SoulOnIce

12-03-2007, 11:59 AM

From "Really Doe" by Ice Cube.

Saw one of my peers
What the fuck you doing in here?
He said one eighty seven on an enemy
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy

Tish-the-Scorpion

12-03-2007, 07:33 PM

Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked-Down 4 my thang by Krayzie Bone

SoulOnIce

12-03-2007, 07:58 PM

Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked-Down 4 my thang by Krayzie Bone

Do you seriously like that verse? That represents the worst that Rap music has to offer...

Tish-the-Scorpion

12-03-2007, 09:22 PM

Do you seriously like that verse? That represents the worst that Rap music has to offer...go listen to the delivery and you'll see why...

Comic_Mobsta

12-03-2007, 09:26 PM

go listen to the delivery and you'll see why...In fact...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkJRxsPIQek

The Mirrorball Man

12-03-2007, 09:41 PM

An interesting parallel:

"Damn if I be some slave again
Got no fake ass friends no timbs or rims
Sure nuff dont know no designer names
And I never played no video games
I aint got no diamond rings
No bling bling, no minks, no 2 earrings
No pimp glasses mugs or cups and things
Or whatever the hell they be carryin
Don't treat my highs too high or my lows too low
You wont see my soul sold on no video
Don't need no checks to get no chicks
Or be some hypocrite to get you on my
So let the young sing and rap to the young
As long as y'all don't think freedom is free to be dumb"

Public Enemy, "Can You Hear Me Now"

"They're all actors, lookin' at themselves in the mirror backwards
Can't even face themself, don't fear no rappers
They're all, weirdos, DeNiros in practice
So, don't believe everything your earlobe captures
It's mostly backwards, unless it happens to be as accurate as me
And everything said in song, you happen to see
Then, actually, believe half of what you see
None of what you hear, even if it's spat by me
And with that said, I will kill niggaz dead"

Jay-Z, "Ignorant Shit"

Tish-the-Scorpion

12-03-2007, 09:45 PM

In fact...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkJRxsPIQekif you like that check this out!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOcyfKHb7vA&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUGHpQhrcNc&watch_response

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wY55R3e1xyE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7md_TXOjks

kickenwing2121

12-05-2007, 09:23 PM

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

R.A the Rugged Man - Uncommon Valor