Oi_To_The_World

GZA "Fame"

They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearst
and stay out of Charles' Manson
Took Abraham's Lincoln through the tar bridge expansion
Willis Reid's a map that marks the spot showin
On his left George Burns a blunt William's holdin
Tara Banked the money that Chaka Khaned the poor
Alicia Keyed his car for givin Melbourne Moore
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora Cox the gun cuz she beat Kelly's Price
When Rosa Parked the truck on the farm that Kim Fields
Linda Tripped for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills
Water dripped outta Farrah's Faucette in the glass
She was 'Superfly', Curtis Mayfield her ass
Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a hoe
Robert ****s the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnnie's Cash
Niam Long took her out in the drop, camera's flashed
Tom Sawyer at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer
He confronted Richard Pryor to hiring his lawyer
Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board
Donna King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword

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what is the mind?
no matter.
what is matter?
never mind.

ZutonFever840

My favorite line from hip-hop is: shizzle dizzle fizzle in my wizzle bizzle

sheek

again, pun ...... "now should i slit mi wrist, go 4 it all or call it quits picture me takin mi life leavin mi wife n mi daughter **** ..... wish i could slip back n switch da memoriez, lift da feloniez from mi record n respected mi enemiez .....""

Ante_Up

All I been listening to lately is Big L:

Battles i loose none i make crues run
I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one.

I got juice like voco, mad crues i broke thru,
Niggas be getting mad cause i hit more chicks than they spoke to

Big l be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched to win tits
I'm killin' infants for ten cents

A tech nine is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they **** for a pencil

I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head

Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed
And I'm a run up on y'all and slice y'all necks
With the machette

Me being a virgin thats idiotic,
cause if big-L got the aids
every cutie in the city got.

Big-L is that nigga you expect-to catch wreck
on every cassette deck,
im so ahead of my time
my parents haven't met yet!

I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife
If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice

i wasn't 'poor,' i was po', i couldn't afford the 'o-r'



Damn....Big L was raw as f*ck

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I Never Sleep, 'cause Sleep Is The Cousin Of Death.

ForgottenHero

from MC Chris' DQ Blizzard song:

name's mc, my band's the lee majors
put us on the bill, and boy ya hit paydirt
when i'm on the mike, girlies wanna flizzirt
but i tell'm chill like a dq blizzard

And pretty much the entire song: "Cab Fare" by Souls of Mishief too.

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I'LL ONLY DANCE WITH A DIVA!

~And you hold me... like you'll never let me go~
I may be forgotten, but I'm still a Hero -Jesse<(".<)

Soundgardener

"I shot homeboy but the bullet was a dud So I reached in the Miller cooler - grabbed a cool bud".
-Beastie Boys

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Are_You_Experienced?

It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
-- Nas, NY State of Mind

Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
-- Nas, NY State of Mind

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin ****
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, **** gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
if you really think you ready to die, with nines out
this is what Nas is bout nigga, the time is now!
--Nas, One Mic

hookers with machineguns

Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e
Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like Case
Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin
See a whole lot different from my cell in Clinton
What I see is straight bug, straight thoro
Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs
Rather look at the facts not the hype
Like who got shot and who got knifed
Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike
Hope the beef go away but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, it's so clear
You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide
These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times
Heyy it's juss for the record
Take this mob sh*t serious, please respect it
And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart
Cuz it's a blood comin outta his heart
It's murdah.. bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' their life
When muhfukkaz ax me how I sleep at night
Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
-Shyne "For the Record" what up now 50?

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dopehouse8677

"You got a choice die or be miserable.dopehouse home of the invisible. i want yall to stay off my genitals. now i gotta turn these fruits into vegetables. havin nightmares homie you aint dead yet wakin up with your mother ****in bed wet. i hav fun with ****in punks like you. tell his mother not to worryt he'll be dead by two. ......
he in the dirt you could sya he got grounded. " spm- bloody war

Growth and Development

1.) now everybody want to see us dead
two murdered on the front page shot to death bullets to the head
niggaz holla out my name and its similar to rain
mutha****az know im comin so they run into they graves, watch
-Tupac

2.) feel these hot rocks fellas
put you in a dry spot fellas
in a pine box
wit nine shots
from my glock fellas
-Nas