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12-24-2005, 01:57 PM
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The Wetter The Better!!
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: SH1TTY London Ontario Canada
Posts: 2,504
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I'm wanted in 50, almost 51
Step back, get away, give the brother some room
You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom Lyric to lyric, line to line Then you'll understand my reputation for rhyme Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what Style of record my DJ cuts His slice, dice, super mix so nice So bad, you won't dispute the price It's plain to see, it's a strain to be Number one in the public eye enemy I'm wanted in 50, almost 51 States where the posse got me on the run It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder A fugitive missin' all types of hell All this because I talk so well When I, Rock, get up, get down My uzi weighs a ton The match up title, the expression of thrill For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill, I'd chill until The public catches on to my material Ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture Accused of assault, a 1st degree crime Cause I beat competitors with my rhymes Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title, it would be suicidal From my end, it would be homicidal When I do work, you get destroyed Make all the paranoid, try to avoid The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed This is no kid and I'm no toy boy Rock, get up, get down My uzi weighs a ton I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme, number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If my uzi wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate If they made me a King, I would be a tyrant If you want to get me, go ahead and try it Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a Instead of takin' me out, take a girl to dinner The level of comp has never been thinner It's a runaway race where I'm the winner It's unreal, they call the law And claimed I had started a war It was war they wanted and war they got But they wilted in the heat when my uzi got hot Rock, get up, get down My uzi weighs a ton My style versatile said without rhymes Which is why they're after me on my back Lookin' over my shoulder, seein' what I write Hearin' what I say, they wonderin' why Why they can't ever compete on my level Superstar status is my domain Understand my rhythm, my pattern of lecture And then you'll know why I'm on the run This change of events results in a switch Lateral movements of my vocal pitch It eliminates pressure on the haunted But the posse is around so I got to front it Plus employ tactics so coy And leave no choise but to destroy Soloists, groups and what they say And all that try to cross my way |
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12-28-2005, 05:56 PM
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Music Addict
Join Date: Oct 2005
Posts: 96
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I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement Understandable smooth **** that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like 'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock] [PR] Whose world is this? [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [PR] Whose world is this? [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? To my man Ill Will, God bless your life "It's yours!" To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, **** is a hassle There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong **** I did, he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker "It's yours!" [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock] [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [PR] Whose world is this? [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas] Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" [PR] Break it down [Pete Rock cuts and scratches "It's yours!"] 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 "It's yours!" [Chorus: Nas, Pete Rock] [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine [PR] Whose world is this? [Nas] The world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? [Nas] Yeah... the world is yours, the world is yours [PR] It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? "It's yours!" Break it down Yea aight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation "It's yours!" The world is yours To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours "It's yours!" The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours "It's yours!" The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours "It's yours!" Long Island, the world is yours "It's yours!" Staten Island, yea the world is yours "It's yours!" South Bronx, the world is yours "It's yours!" Aight [Pete Rock keeps cuttin and scratchin "It's yours!" to fade] -Nas "The World is Yours" No comparison. |
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