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and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns **** is too swift to bite you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe on some loud howl ****, to insert a fiend But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt ****'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt That's minimum, and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga I think I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted Turn that **** up, my clan in da front want it GZA- Liquid Swords (whole song is banger though) |
Favorite verse of all time
Yeah, I'm sure this is a real "original" thread, but I'm new and I wanted to get some thoughts.
What are some of your favorite verses (by whom), and why? I have a lot I could name, but I'll wait... I'm mostly a fan of wordplay rhymes so some lyrical drops from Kweli and Common are up there, even Kanye entertains me lyrically. |
Edo G and Masta Ace- "Wishing"
[Masta Ace] Yeah, I wish the President would stop lyin' Black babies would stop cryin' And you brothers would stop dyin' I wish the police would stop killin' Politicans stop stealin' and actin' like they not dealin' When they know they got bricks on the street At the country club, fixin' to eat I can see 'em now I wish we'd get this **** figured out And stop goin' the trigger route And actin' all ******ed out On the block with the nine ****ed I wish we try and stop, stop pushin' for the prime box I wish we wasn't so obsessed with death Tell me is it cuz we blessed with less? I don't know really I wish the world was safer, I'm scared to travel abroad That's why I travel with the Lord I wish a cab would stop for me in the rain I know you wanna call me insane I'm a dreamer [Edo G] I wish my pops didn't die when I was seven years old If there's life after death, is Heaven this cold? I wish I could wipe the tears of all the cryin' mothers Wish New York niggas didn't start flyin' colors I wish my people stop avoidin' the truth BET stop poisonin' youth We need changes for teenagers as they go through phases More than just a concrete jungle, the world got green acres I wish I'd been more diligent Smart cats rhyme militant The fresh rhyme ignorant I wish the world didn't give us funny looks Think we all just dummies and crooks Athletes and entertainers singin' hooks We need more black babies that's in the books (read on) I wish God could take away the pain I know you wanna call me insane I'm a dreamer [Edo G] I wish I didn't get searched when I come through customs I wish Christians stop beefin' with Muslims Wish the poor didn't have to take welfare Wish America had universal health care Cuz ain't no help here In a country where we don't fight fair The American Dream becomes a nightmare It's all hype here And on this track, bust all I might bear I wish Bush just get out of office (get out!) Before he start World War III and try to off us It won't cost them, but it will cost us And right now, believe me, you lost us Dead Prez- "Police State" The average Black male Live a third of his life in a jail cell Cause the world is controlled by the white male And the people don' never get justice And the womben don' never get respected And the problems don' never get solved And the jobs don' never pay enough So the rent always be late. Can you relate? We living in a police state Big L - "Lifestylez Ov Da Poor N Dangerous" Aiyo, picture me gettin a job Takin orders from bob, sellin corn on the cob Yo, how the hell i'ma make ends meet Makin about 120 dollars a week? Man, I rather do another hit I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other **** Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin mutha****a Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r' Big L - "7 Minute Freestyle" Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Guillianni hung Never had a gassed head Got loot cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your ***ot ass half-dead I stomp white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time a mack eleven bucks I'm killing at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't ****, ain't no such thing as Miss Right So we can never be a couple hun **** love, all I got for ho's is hard **** and bubble gum Immortal Technique - "Dance With the Devil" He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed ... Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers ****ed the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate His corruption had successfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because the dance with the devil might last you forever |
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Probably not my absolute favourite, because the jetson reference is damn cheezy, but the first few lines are amazing. Actually, looking through The Cool, I'm struck by what an awesome lyricist Lupe is. |
"I want to **** you...**** you...you already know...I wanna **** you...**** you...you already know..."
- Akon |
I'll end up posting a lot in here, but here is mine for today...
Fight this phantom, your freakin family will fall flat, Bump biancas, Beat 'em black and blue with a baseball bat, Might be a small cat, But I won't use discretion, Hit 'em with a weapon if he steppin' with a mall rat, Twenty Minus Eleven make 'em all scat, Not prosperous now, Tech's not with his crowd, He's lost in his clouds, Rather be offed than soft with his style, I got hopes that my life might get better, But I been broke, So I might swipe ya cheddar, Ya better get ready to get me, I got a vendetta, Comin' to get it, Rather weed or money, whatever, Nobody said It was gonna be easy, People deceive me, And leave me in the dark, and buried off in Necropolis, One day, you gon' see me on TV, You better believe me, Takin' Over, and this is the opposite, [?] Rewrite my life, give me light in the fight, for what's right, I'll Liberate Cuidado, 151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes diablo, I need a medic, 'cause I murder, energetic, In the Cerebellum, Never tell 'em I got, One of the worst problems in the medulla oblongata, You oughta go, I'm one hell of a shot, No more darkness, How did I start this? Feelin' bizarre sh*t, Like kickin' ya carcass, I am the ruler in my kingdom, and my dark seat's hot, Step into my world and your heartbeat stops... My World - Tech N9ne [ft. Dalima and Brotha Lynch Hung] |
I take it you like Tech N9ne lol.
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I forgot to include MC Lars - "Generic Crunk Rap" The only good song he ever put out. |
Yeah Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch like the times Im medieval Married to the block, Divorce the Cathedral Standin on the corner selling Porcelean to People Forced into evil, Its all in your head It's also cerebral, call me Canival You follow when i lead you Straight to the needle The barrel, the battle, the beetles will eat you Mama named Cita, I love You Cita Member when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever He aint give a **** i aint give a **** neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features You could smell the ether You can see Cita You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features I am her voice and the World is my speaker Im speakin It's basically the Playin With Fire verse, but it sounds better on World of Fantasy. |
there is a song by a white girl and it says some like short shirts mini skirts and then something dosedoe i think. if anyone knows i
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Opio in "Burnt"
"Da-be-boop Bop your head to this Mischievous Soul socidle idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme My style is the visine to get your eyes opening This Raggedy Andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle You hip to the hop I kick I trip the life fantastic Gettin into the mood that have been a pornographic The vandal with the vocals making them locals go insane The regal rhymer speak sustenance for the brain Get frisky with the phrases as you praise this like a deity The one of liberated soul, control for infinity Got style by the square mile Cats got a finer child Hieroglyphics full of lifted rhythms for the meanwhile Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech And reach to pop profits as I ponder and teach A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent Listen, pay attention, I'm the master of this convention Kick the wicked and wild style While you're stutterin just like Smiley Skippin singles of your saturn dreams Too bad it seems you try me A wiser wordy wisit pays a visit to your subconsience Crush you under and extinguish all the nonsense Optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift Like Mercury Mercy me I show I've got the gift" I know it's not accurate because there's a lot of questionable areas, but it's better than any of the lyrics for it I've seen out there. |
With my spine up agaist these
Tagged up brick walls Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand Pitfalls Big Balls intact, through error Syntac's That Stormy Weather where the Trees dont bend back Left home at 16 I aint never been back When it come to being broke i say i never been flat A punk ass bitch i aint never been that Reminisce how Daddy got a Schlitz in his lap IN his newport box with only one stick left Snort heroin then he'd shove me in the chest Used to really believe, I never be the best Hell must be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seen the rest Right on it through his binge's and Then poisonous Syringe's Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the hinges I wish i was old enough to stop him when he did it So long agao but even I cant forget it So listen AND Demonic in my presence Street corner like a reverend Tryna find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven Triple seven, Triple Six Trebulations, Triple trip Triple grip, triple spitiin' like a had a trple lip Lets make simple sense of the main difference Angel if Death's Wing gotta s sinner in a Clench Revolver in my fist, Earthworm to a fish Bait on the line watch me cath them with this Hope flound compound off round White rock Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops Left for dead and it aint even my block Think of my pops, thinkin of my moms Rather be just blazin listenin to Saigon Cuz when u think up, God strikes you down Body full of current lightenining never hit the ground Question, judging by these verses, seem like a good act to check out. |
To him you're a hazard, weak matter. A reason for laughter.
He's preachin' he's live. But he's only that word backwards After he dies, you can climb the ladder, start a chapter Art you'll capture finally. But while he breathes, emcees don't even flatter him Add a tad if his acrobatical arrogance To his gentetically engineered emotional pattern of tearin' kids in battles That'll explain why he mean mugs. He told ya' your team sucks Said you was a creampuff Said you dream of choking him with that mic cord Instead, he blows your mind straight out your head with that hardcore tear emcees and send 'em to therapy He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically As he makes a parody of your passion You tell friends you think he's tight but secretly, you hope his career won't be lasting 'Cause he's an asshole. But you know he's got nice sound You know what else? You're looking at him right now. |
Cryptic on Atom from The Cold Vein by Cannibal Ox
A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse Toppin propaganda force fed to the populace My thoughts run the gamut from outstandin to preposterous On top of this I move posteriors Brother impoverished the pac shuries My process: accomplish through perseverance Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance Apprehension clouds the spirit Tension prepares us for ascension And at his best is when he breaks conventions A convenient covenant coveted for conception We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria Those woulda fear me others would thaw hysteria A claustrophobic neurosis in this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses Molasses splashes explosive flows Two exposed pinocchios growin nose Composed of compost compositions Those clothes are gettin a little close fittin I stop this shit and I'm over-confident The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance A passively aggressive testament, thats how I'm reppin shit Sooo good. |
Mmmm, I never really paid attention to how good that was before.
I'm not going to type the whole verse out, but I love Yoni's line in Rapping4Money I’d ask if this pays but upper class and rich say broach no cash on a mixtape it’s gauche, and that shows distaste |
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 I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block Not the best, but probably my favorite Wu verse |
Stern, firm, and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to achieve and succeed at twenty-one Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the masses 'cuz the prose is profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda or your Beamer or you Legend or your Benz The rave of the town to your foes and your friends |
this is just one of many
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta, too I'd do good **** like take kids from the ghetto Show them what they could have if they never settle Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress Give every bum on the street cash to invest And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request |
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Return of the G (Outkast)
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow that run up in yo' crib which contains your lady and an 8 month old child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but they do not want to hear it because they'd rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin' and **** get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas that thank [think] you soft and say y'all be gospel rappin' but they be steady clappin' when you talk about bitches & switches & hoes & clothes & weed let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin somethin' mind unravelin' get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas who got them kids who got enough to buy an ounce but not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo or to the park so they grow up in the dark never seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down Return of the gangsta thanks ta' them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression Then the question is Big Boi what's up with Andre? Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he ***? When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up? Nigga I'm feelin' better than ever what's wrong with you you get down! |
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Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focused
Its ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady Diddy I see you baby Yall niggas done met ya match I'm somthin like a pimp you bust i bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach stay flat babys mothas dont like me Chicks is heated then I give my ice see Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me Sexy brown skin complexion Cuz ****s in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah I dont pay for nothin at all i even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as i see Babs bunny the black jet queen of the week huh Im fire just what the thugs desire Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah When i walk down the streets niggas squeak their tires Got every club for more we passin street flyers I been there VIP its a short night With a bottle of haze my weave is so tight Im ready for some action hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Struttin bad girl i do it for nothin Tight ****ies shirt with a pop top button Babs repeat it im somethin that the rap game needed Thorough bread plus i stay weeded |
Keith Murray (LL Cool J - I Shot Ya remix)
Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a **** My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip **** all that sensuous **** I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all ****ed up [Word up!] Mm, 'least I like it. |
canibus - poet laureate II
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga please my intellectual properties are about the size of Greece Your counselor advised you not to speak my counselor advised me to keep rhymin until they stopped the beat In the words of Joseph Heller, "I learned how to write better" even though it sort of irked me He said he didnt understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy Which exploits my point perfectly and certainly reinforces the reason why nobody's probably ever heard of me Couldnt understand what I mean by ill unless you try to translate what I print to film This is the line of will, the circle of time the cycle of eternity, the emergence of 1 mind Academic phonetics render critics tounge-tied Ive personified dry humor of ***-laude alumni A wise man sees failure as progress a fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no content My style is masterful, multi-lateral I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel Words of scourn are a disasterous tool not the whole verse but my favorite part of it. |
Sportscenter - Lil Wayne
Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread be I say beef is dead meat who that the president yeah me No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me Hear me loud and clearly rats aren't near me wiretap niggaz get blood in they earpiece I'm from New Orleans nowhere near peace Pure Beast, Fear Free, Dear Grief Catch up bitch I'm in gear three zoom gone, see ya peace drop one finger **** 'em and whoever made 'em I will hurt whoever love 'em cause I hate 'em Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated Got her to the pad, I 'on't know how a nigga made it She gave me relations, so now we related The morning comes, the picture faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light Little dog, bigger bite, Jackson Five, Little Mike Can I get a mic or a mic and a half That's Source homie, shout out to the editing staff I'm all grown, so much better with math I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath yeah I'm servin' this track like, Stephen Graph yeah Roger Federer, there's no competitors Niggaz know my rhetorhic, bitches know my preference Young God baby, all them other niggaz reverends Sittin in my big house surrounded by my weaponries I keep them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seeds Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies (Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you Swallow ya whistle, make a nigga ride wit the pistols Cuzz the fakest niggaz ride wit the pistols Even if I die old, I'ma die with the pistols And if you stand over my body I'll probalie kill ya Yeah, not really, Weezy the realest I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuzz I be wit gorillas He what they talkin bout topic of the conversation product of determination stop playin you are not up in my situation I get money like a caucasian, the car red so the car cajun Stop hatin, y'all ballers I'ma sports agent Wait a minute lemme translate it, It's Weezy not the father mother****in Baby |
WHY? - Decieved
(uh, yeah) overboard, underscored and prayed for, craved more than the tapered candle in the jack o lantern gotta get out of my eddie haskell pattern since high school i've battled it i'm sick of telephone etiquette half illiterate my left eye astigmatic to the point of basically blind probably shaped like a plump banana i'm trying to think if my bandana outlasted my long hair i don't know don't think so only wore it back when i worked at wild oats, the poet of jokes, haven't wrote a funny line since i learned my redline frame was just a high end huffy well fuck me i have been decieved Short, sweet and to the point. |
Kno's verse from the song "Family Ties" off CunninLynguists debut album Will Rap For Food still holds as one of my favourites:
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I don't like Cunnin that much, but that was a nice verse.
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Fabolous - Imma Do it
Feelin just like JFK in the city that let em fly like JFK (Ayyye) Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya That's why I'm with naudia I call my gun naudia When she say hi to ya it's buh buh bye to ya Make it sound like Saudia Arabia, maybe the haters should watch what he say to her you think I can hold my head high and die or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck Now who are you to tell me how to conduct myself Why don't you go practice safe sex and go fuck yourself The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health I coulda told you that, yeah I coulda told you that Picture me not flop where is them explosives at? Right here on my lap That's where my composure's at I'm back like a gun cock I'm so cool that if I go to hell all I need is my sun block Nigga hold ya high and die or live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck |
Yo, ya flow miss me, buy Vodka get pissy,
Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly, Everready, or Killer, that flows Anghellic, Story tellin' and battle rappin', who cant sell it? Should I speed it up, Naw, Im'a keep it strange, My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged, The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back, Who told him, everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack, I need a "Bunk Rock", fresh pair of "Sucka Duckas", Its a party, I'm bullshitin' with muh fuckas, Shadow fly, look at bitches with a "Crooked I", Battle me, I think ya favorite rapper rather die, Who you know can spit a flow this clean? (no body) My notebooks the 10th grade, I got so many sixteens, Please, I got a lot of hard tones, That'll fuck up your view of the view like Starr Jones, Yall clones, my style is the original, Half you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful, But me, spittin' classic is a ritual, I stopped liking rap when the lyin' got habitual, Im sick of you, the streets turned me into a sentinel, Im so not Common, but I still see the bitch in you! Shit, cant nobody out rhyme me, So Tech call Trav right now and tell him sign me! Shadow's Verse from Tech N9ne's "Party And Bullshit" |
"We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental That's why I'm instrumental Vibrations is what I'm into Yeah, I need my loot by rent day But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte I'm tryina give us "us free" like Cinque I can't stop, that's why I'm hot Determination, dedication, motivation I'm talking to you, my many inspirations When I say I can't, let you or self down If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my grip I would never, ever let you down And when these words are found Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love That's why my breath is felt by the deaf And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I, too, dream in color and in rhyme So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth A touch of God reigns out" J. IVY (Never Let Me Down - Kanye West Feat. Jay-Z & J. IVY) |
this song is too good to pick one verse I did leave out one or two verses though.
[Mr. Lif] Injury, grab the Ace Bandage, face damage Rip out ya tounge to change language [talking in other language] Did I scare ya? (uh) Here's some laws to adhere ta Step in, step up, or break north My rebuttle is a spaceshuttle ready for takeoff Blast away, I eat the sun, pass the day Peace to Jam Master Jay [Akrobatik] We ain't gilligan's isle style cast aways (Bam Boozles) Doing what masters say (we'll broose you) Perceptionist crew is a who's who Of dope beats, rhymes, and cuts now WHAT (now what!) What's that sound the jams about to (BLO!) Lif and Akrobatik, yeah we don't sniff (BLO!) You might miss the bounce as the wind (BLO!) How could you be commited if your girl won't (BLO!) I heard your new album kid, that **** (BLO!) Here's an oppurtunity you just can't (BLO!) Come see Perceptionists at the show If you wanna see the real flow lets GO! [Akrobatik] I love it when I see my people bobbing they head yo Crowd straight wiling got security petrol If you think you too good to move ya ass Take your narrow tail to the back of the class Yeah I know we known for bringing facts to the mass Me and Mr. Lif back to back for the past decade Now we moving on to the next phase New album (world tour), let's get paid! [Mr. Lif] Everybody in the place better duck down You try to jump up, you'll getta buck now Rough style sandpaper, meet ya make-up, faker Ak apply the back breaker [Akrobatik] You got your back broke on vinyl Ask Mike Tyson, homeboy, "It's Spinal" Niggaz need to move on up like Lionel You ain't seeing Perceptionists and that's final! The perceptionists - Blo |
It's important to practice good hygiene,
At least if you want to run with my team. I'm ‘bout to get into some **** that I've seen. This fool's breath forments so bad it'll melt your ice cream. They say don't say nothing if you cant say nice things Sittin' too close and hear my boy like my eye sting I tried to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum I was a victim of breath on the Running his yap about what sets he from Gotta get some gum, gotta gets him some He turned it down, his teeth was brown excruciating, boring, it was a new sensation I had to ask the dope to pass the soap Cuz his toe had the stench of crustaceans Or bathrooms in the bus station He had a can of oh he had some raisins Amazin' Head to toe BO, he didn't know Used to the fragrance Just as the days went without bathin' He felt manly and not like a maiden He had one dread and fungus Said he worked on people's toilets with plungers Girls thought the guy we were with the tongue, yo So guys take your queue from this little number Del The Fukee Homosapien- If You Must |
I came to the realization this evening that The Harbor Is Yours by Aesop Rock is about fucking a mermaid.
Dead, men, tell no tales. Up push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale. In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail. Mister big sleep with the carp and kale. Once upon a time in the days of yore. When the people lived fresh outta legend and folk lore. There was an old pirate who piloted a vile slang Had a bird perched on him, and swashbuckled the same Peg leg navigated starboard to port By the nautical starry night yellin' "The harbor is yours!" You should tell him where you situate the gold That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones Like walk the plank, for whom the shark thank Maroon the mutineers, consume the souvenirs And while the shiny spoils piled higher every year He was suffocating slow in the box of a buccaneer Ten summers prior on a night like this Crows nest saw something that float to the boats west Sword blew him a kiss, and when he focused Seen the face of an angel upon the body of a F-F-F-Fish. What the heck! Frazzled, his telescope shattered, gathered himself She was ghost, he was down the rope ladder to deck Circled the vessel 360, swiftly Found nothing in the water but salt, piss, and whiskey Yargh, heckled by the Swabies at the bar He’ll be the laughing stock of the Barbary Coast War Like “This dude either got two glass eyes Or he’s wearin’ his patch on the wrong S-S-S-Side" Now he knew what he saw, but had to prove he was raw So he raped and he pillaged and he’d feud any brawl Tried to rekindle his rep via sabers and gun smoke And vowed to always find her, though he never told his cutthroats Meanwhile, back in the now, Got a brand new skeleton crew on the move now When they aren't manning thirty burning cannons stern and bow They are prying shiny metals out your M-M-M-Mouth Okay, youth wanes, holler wisdom n disease like the scurvy made his yellow gums bleed And he was achy from his boots to the feather in his hat ‘Till his quartermaster showed up with a stolen treasure map One look down and leaped off the dock See if you can guess where X mark the spot The capital was buried at sea in a cursed cave Only one mile from where he'd seen the M-M-M-Mermaid Anchors up, hoist the jolly roger thank you much Day and night with his hook hands raised and clutched But see, the vitamin deficiency was strong So by the time they bumped into the island, he could barely lift his grog Crawled off the boat, collapsed in the sand Prayers in the air, seashells at his hand An area high tide so grand It's the one that put the lady of the lake on dry L-L-L-Land And I wish I could tell you that it ended happy Pretend like his bones weren’t practically snapping Pretend like her gills didn’t dry up and suffer But that's a half dead pirate and a fish out of water No lie, scouts honor, got a million more From the burgundy lighting above the Shores of Whores Before your visions of grandeur go to swell those sails, Remember dead men tell no T-T-T-Tales. Dead, men, tell no tales Up push the daisies ‘till the soil is stale In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sail Mister Big Sleep with the carp and kelp |
Speakin' of Aesop:
Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market All God's critters hold positions Some are violent, some are victims Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support So when the piranhas honor New York My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings It all boils down to them ****-soaked pigs The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole Two-track braniac using the food and payroll To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the mother****ing... [Chorus:] Pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal... [Verse 2:] When all the wolves in woolly wigs Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the passengers Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles Bougie this and Bougie that... War pig or pussy cat... Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle And while I don't really know the working details of your tribes I know that that's one ugly ****ing tie [Chorus:] *******... pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal... [Verse 3:] Apple in his mouth, Maraschino eyes Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter To see the county fair's blue ribbon winner as dinner Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning As the misery was dormant and digging in crispy portions Corporates fund, allure 'em, and they whore 'em Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em? Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard When the frilly border's faded is the product mine or yours, pig? Mine, plus I toss a token where I go: Directly to the worms who shovel **** and yellow snow This little piggy went to the market with a target And will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of farmers Final words for the finer birds taking notes: I dig a chicken pig tills, "That's all Folks! " [Chorus:] Pigs! God damn... pigs! Potbelly... pigs! Punch-drunk... pigs! Take money, money... pigs! Loudmouth... pigs! Wide load... pigs! Let's make a deal... |
Keeping this Aesop Rock train going:
9-5er's Anthem ****... Vanessa, what time is it? aw, **** ... Labor. Zoom in to the fuming of an aggravated breed Via the study of post-adolescent agitated seeds. Half the patients wasted self prior to commencement, So I focus on the urban Oxygen samples, the half that made it breathe. This old Pompeii impression sways infection in 12 steps or less And cretins swiftly tippy-toe on hard to swallow barter concepts. The give-it/get-it never let itself past wrought iron stubbornness. Martyrs talk funny causes into a harvesting Spartacus and so on... I throw long Hail Mary bombs Toward cookie-cutter Mother Nature's bedazzled synthetic fabrics. Life treats the peasants like They tried to **** his woman while he slept inside, While they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems. When the clock strikes Nine I'll be waking with the best of the routine caffeine team players For the cycle of it. Under a dusted angel harp-string, Big Brother is watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, hawkin' stealth. We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts. We on some door-to-door now, Order ten dollars or more we'll shove it down your throat for free. I sacrifice my inborn tendencies for copper pennies From one commander 'gimme that' so he can retain baby fat. Mega biter snake bedlam, Holocaust freak heckle shiesty brain headroom shake planet. Make a move, pause, make a move, break cannon. Bend barrel 180 u-turn, squeeze, end it. It's on like it's never been, It's bleeding well, It's bigger than a breadbox, It corrodes my leaky finance. I take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag of chips To watch a thousand lemmings plummet Just because the first one slipped. Sometimes I laugh at victory, kissing these little question marks. I tend to underestimate my average. Just another bastard savage. Someday you'll all eat out of my cold hand Cuz every dog has its day At which point, I'll pull it away. We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs, But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes. We the American working population Hate the nine-to-five day-in/day-out When we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope... It's the Year of the Silkworm. Everything I built burned yesterday. Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve. Elevate the spreading of the silk germ. Trying to weave a web but all I believe in is dead. Nah brother, it's the Year of the Jackal. Saddle up on high horse. My torch forced Polaris embarrassed. Shackle up the hassle by the doom and legend marriage. I bought some new sneakers, I just hope my legacy matches. It's the Year of the Landshark. Dry as sand--parched--damn, get these men some water. They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiot box, trying to **** their daughters. Man, it's the Year of the Orphan. Seated adjacent to the fireflies circling the torches on your porches. Trying to guard the fortress of a king they've never seen or met But all are trained to murder at the first sign of a threat. Maybe it's the Year of the Water Bug. ****roach. Utter thug specimen. Fury spawned from dreaming of your next of kin. I'm still dealing with this mess I'm in. I've been the object of your ridicule. You've been a bitch lieutenant. God, it's the Year of the Underpaid Employee Spitting forty plus a week And trying to rape earth in my off time. You bored dizzy, I can't keep myself busy enough So you can run, run, run, And I'ma let you think you won. EVERYBODY! We the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs, But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes. We the American working population Hate the nine to five day-in/day-out But we'd rather be supporting ourselves By being paid to perfect the pasttimes That we have harbored based solely on the fact That it makes us smile if it sounds dope. OUTRO Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen. Pour myself a cup of ambition. And yawn and stretch, my life is a mess, And if I never make it home today, God bless. Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen. Pour myself a cup of ambition. And yawn and stretch, my life is a mess, And if I never make it home today, God bless. I use to play this every morning on my walk to work. |
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So I did what I did,& smoked a blunt after I finished wit her The next day her boyfriend walks up to me & asks me if I hit her "Yeah I hit em both it's true,guess i'm more of a pimp then you" He swung so I beat that foo' you can't playa hate no true... Twizms by Big Lurch also gimme the loots always cool "You ain't gotta explain ****!I've been robbin mother ****ers since the slave ships! with the same clip! and the same 45!" |
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WTF? I thought I conquered the world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer & Ice-T's girl But still, niggas wanna instigate sh!t I'll battle any nigga in the rap game, quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappas, too. I don't give a fvck, boo Word. I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas stare. I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my Presidential Rolex to be the bait Niggas fight. Glock c0cked, your temple gets fvcked MC's, they fvck wit LL they gets bucked That's real. Wassup wit dat "I Shot Ya" deal? Like sh!t Niggas slip. Now how the bullet feel? New York appeal. In LA they gang-bang But if you touch a mic, your mutha fvckin ass hang Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, sh!ttin from on top of da game I shot ya! L.L. Cool J - I Shot Ya! ft. Kieth Murray, Fabolus, Fat Joe & Foxy Brown -------------------------------------------------------------- Now I clown around when I hang around with the Underground Girls that used to frown, say I'm down when I come around Gas me, when they pass me, they used to dis me Harass me, but now they ask me if they can kiss me Get some fame, people change. (they)Wanna live their life high Same song,can't go wrong if I play the nice guy **Claimin fame, must we change now that we became strong?** I remain still the same **Why two?** cuz it's the same song Nebody know who that is? --------------------------------------------------------------- Crucial issues that get pushed aside Wish we could getchu to try to take a look inside And awaken that which has slept too long, cuz Twisted minds have led you wrong I just deliver the message. I don't need no "thanx" I ain't talkin 'bout my bitches. I ain't slingin' no crank. See... War & poverty, violence & hate are all connected But you ain't try to relate You see that one man's pleasure could be the next man's sorrow No such thing as loyalty. No good examples to follow. All we're hearin' is (pings from a fax machine), time to fix the distortion Nothin' but death & disease in epidemic proportions. The order of the day is hate & greed, It's time we take the lead Supply the basic need. Now you can... Deal with it or you can deny it From the worst comes the best. From the lowest comes the highest. Slightly Stoopid - The Other Side ft. Guru ------------------------------------------------------------------- Black Sheep, almighty like Isis. My man, I slam nice. Yes I am, more fly than Shazam I am Dres the R E S, roll without flaw I pound clowns who walk on sounds for encores Me & my man since '83 makin this fast But act up and get broken when I'm open like a Mack truck Slammin' ya On camera Like gamma ra(ray) It's illa Cuz you never knew the Sheep could catch wrecks like Godzilla Black Sheep - Without a Doubt |
Hehe, that does sound kinda like Wayne.
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