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War is born. Fight the war, **** the norm.
Now I've got no patience. I'm so sick of complacence. The D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E. Mind of a revolutionary. So clear the lane. The finger to the land of the chains. What? The Land of the Free? Whoever told you that is your enemy. Now something must be done about vengeance, a badge and a gun. So rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system. I was born to rage against 'em. Now action must be taken. We don't the key, we'll break in. "Know Your Enemy" - Rage Against the Machine Obnoxious! Mother ****er, can't you tell? Run through Little Havana yelling, "Viva Fidel!" Jerkin' off in the sheets when I stay at hotels. Sippin' Bacardi at AA meetings, smokin' a L. ... Gimme a hundred grand, gimme your watch, gimme your chain. That your girl? Bitch! Get over here! Gimme some brain! I'll bust off on 'er face, and right after the segment, she'll probably rub it in 'er pussy, tryin' to get herself pregnant. I said it, I meant it. That's the way I deal with enemies. Like pro-lifers that support the death penalty. And don't talk about war, when niggas know that you pus. A ****in' hypocrite, draft-dodger like George Bush. ... Damn homie! In high school, I beat the **** outta you and your man, homie. Your girl wanna blow me and don't even know me. She lonely and she think you a phony. I'll take piss on a development deal from Sony and Def Jam. Cuz you like all of the rest, man. And this ain't a verse of ****-talk at the end of the song. And you can suck a **** if you think I ended it wrong. **** you and I'm gone! "Obnoxious" - Immortal Technique |
Slaughterhouse (Crooked I) - Rain Drops
Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow Before you died it's like your body was mine to borrow Like I jumped in your physical shell While you was going through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow Everyday it make me sad, angry, mad how you were sent to heaven sacred path Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed body draped in blood what a faith to have Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles cuz When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again it's difficult Killing is the wickedest biblical sin I'm talking about momma's identical twin I see your face when I look at her Her reminder of how I've been in the cold Since 14 years old Swear to GOD I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops. AND Eminem - Rock Bottom Verse 2 My life is full of empty promises And broken dreams I'm hoping things will look up But there ain't no job openings I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day But **** it, if you know the rules to the game play Cause when we die we know were all going the same way It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan When all you need is bucks to be the man Plus a luxury sedan Too comfortable and roomy in a six They threw me in the mix With all these gloomy lunatics Walk around depressed And smoke a pound of cess a day And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play Live half my life and throw the rest away |
What up
To all rappers shut up and with ya shuttin up keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin males? Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales Light the doobie til it glow like a ruby After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk **** Overproof drunk ****, and who'da thunk it? Punk try an ask why ours be better It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude! [we need food!] DOOM "Beef Rap" |
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I like that song Lemonade by Gucci Mane. like the whole thing.
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Artist: Mac Dre
Album: Ronald Dregan Title: Feelin Myself I'm out of this world, not your run of the mill'n My name is furl, I'm the owner of the bill'n I'm a stoner and I'm chillin with two bitches like Jack I pimps and I macks drive a Benz and a 'lac man I've been in the back wit the groupies and the stars I've been out front with the thugs in the cars I've been in the yard with the Mexican mafia And I only run with niggaz that'll kill and die for ya I'm popular, I'm a rap star but I live like a rock star running from the cop cars I drop bars wit slaps that Knock hard and I charge for this **** extra large I'm sicker than sars higher than mars and I treat my bitch like an ATM card [Chorus: repeat 4X] I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin myself Man I'm feelin myself She's in the buildin and she's feelin herself She's lookin bad but I'm willing to help Stop it baby your killin yourself come on I got your back you could chill in my dealth I'm feelin myself too Man imagine some of the things we can do You under me Me under you Then we can catch the Liquor store before 2 We can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms And if you still want to kick it we can go get a room It won't cost you much I'm a good buy ****-on-discount bitch good bye what I look like mr. Frank **** for Free No Dough Hoe you can't **** with me get the **** out Bitch you still in my dealth You full of **** and I'm feelin myself [Chorus] I'm a Westcoast Bad Boy I represent it dre thats a bad toy is it rented hardy har har very funny You don't hear my tummy I gets my money My stomache ain't growlin I'm stylin and wilin' drinkin Vodka straight **** a Long Island I want my own Island bet you I'm a get it I switch hits and play with both mits I pack a 4 5th Im after your bitch he ain't doing it right shes after your scritch And I'm after hers with these macking words nerd I thought squares stayed sharp Your nothing but a mark in a bucket Sky Lark I'm playing my part I'm mr. Furly quit interrupting I'm talkin to your gurlie |
t’ll never be my chair that your on
crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen otherwords there’s no heir to the throne when I die so does hip hop hitch**** better sh-t bitch ass got a zip locked in a bag you ***s aint been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high top keep blogging while I’m mind boggling my zone like I’m in the twilight talking of my bone this is my mic dog I like hogging it Eminem - Despicable |
Diamonds and Wood- UGK
Pimp C: I'm pimpin through the ave trying to see some good. But everything is still the same in my neighborhod 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 childen, 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 ****in' fight. My conscience **** with me so much that I can't eat or sleep The other side of selling dope and out there running the street And even though I'm gaining street fame coming from this rap game Lustful thinking and compulsive drinking in a normal thing. Some get erased and misplaced trying to win the race. Some try to hold on to their place by smoking with lace. But see drugs and plastic thugs ain't gonna change the hood. I'm smoking skunk and poppin my trunk to make me feel good. |
If you serve God for money you serve the devil
Claim to be in the war, never heard the metal, yeah Never even been in combat Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat I'm on another plane You could stand in front of your fam But I'm shootin right through your mother's frame I got knuckle game, but I don't use that **** a fair one, where the two-twos at Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at Where my mother****ing Uncle Howie goons at This for everybody holdin hammers If you come into our shows then you go bananas And holding banners In support of Mumia Jamal Run up on you ****ing pigs with the heaters and all I'm deceiving the law, that's what I'm here for |
I might've failed to mention that the **** was creative
But once the man got you well he altered the native Told her if she got an energetic gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb ****, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories, now she only ****s with the funk Stressin how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hopin that the **** stop Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop COMMON-I Used To Love H.E.R. (verse 3) |
Fat Joe - I'm gone
Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top, knee-deep in the game I survived every shot Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me Uhh, don't let nobody put the battery 'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and chest There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get Joe Crack, yeah man on fire Conversatin with the devil, rockin diamond messiahs Uhh, I seek the truth while the streets admire me Killers across the world say it's me they inspire to be Feds on my back from my ties to criminology Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B Where I'm from, for (president) we voted Eric B Joe been crack way before my philosophy Banned from TV, BET won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies? [DJ Premier scratches] "Listen to the situation my son" So I say |
I'm gonna add a lot of my favorite verses in here, but here's one of my top favorites:
AZ - First verse on Nas - Lifes a Bitch Visualizin the realism of life and actuality **** 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 |
"My daddy told me it was mine for the takin'
A true gift from God, the stars aligned when they made me Him and Rena's baby, their first born son I'm Antwan Andre Patton, the only one Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion I'm defyin' all the laws like a caterpillar flyin' Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty Where they still hangin' nooses like we in the early '30s Goddamn, you know who I am? {"Da-Daddy Fat Sax"} Royal fam of Atlanta, Dungeon bitch you understand? This ain't what you want, let's be clear from the bungie I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJtJ3eLRZS0 Daddy Fat Sax - Big Boi. Such a good jam. |
I could just insert any verse off of Illmatic, but if I have to choosea favourite:
Nas - Halftime, second verse It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex in your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in eighty-three I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the ****in man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a ***got But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual Of rap, I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand Cuz in the streets, I'm well known like the number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime |
as far as big boi goes this is my favorite song, I was having a hard time picking my favorite verse out of the song so I posted the whole thing
Get the south dick up out your mouth What you talkin' 'bout See we know everything you're about So try another route Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around; get kilt But not like the kilt above the knees BB will plant you niggas like seeds Or fertilizer for the trees Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene Nigga take one for the team; now he's bleeding from the spleen Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed Slow down nigga "Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast Not a hobby, this my life You disrespect it, that's your ass As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past It's the son of Chico Dusty Must be West Savannah bad Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty; here's a snack Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack Whack ass nigga This shit's like breathing to me Born and bred for it Big Rube : Another battle won Another story to tell Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression...victorious Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred All contenders to the throne are left naked Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle That's affecting our youth today... If we just stop lying... If we just stop lying... Stop lying... Lying... |
eminem second verse love the way you lie.
You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When you're with them You meet And neither one of you Even know what hit 'em Got that warm fuzzy feeling Yeah them chills Used to get 'em Now you're getting ****ing sick Of looking at 'em You swore you've never hit 'em Never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewing venom And these words When you spit 'em You push Pull each other's hair Scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down |
[Nicki Minaj]
bottoms up! last verse Yo, could I get that 'Tron? Could I get that Remmy? Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks? Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim? Trey, I was like "Yo Trey" Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose'? Okay, lets get it now I'm with a bad bitch he's with his friends I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz" Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz! Muh****in right yeah, weed to the 10 If a bitch try to get cute Imma sock her Throw a lotta money at her then yell ****a, ****a, ****a, Then yell ****a. Then Imma go get my Louisville Slugger Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady I rep Young Money You know Slim, Baby? And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380 We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti Yellin all around the world, Do you hear me? Do you like my body? Anna NickiRest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith Yes, my dear, you're so explosive Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now bottoms up and double my dosage [Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Tell security we bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up |
Young Money - Steady Mobbin'
Man fuck these nigg*s I'm a spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun Buck these niggas Take the knife off this AK and cut these niggas Yeah and fuck these bitches I swear I care bout everything but these bitches I don't care I "so what" these bitches And I put young mula baby way above these bitches If it ain't broke don't break it And if he ain't shook I'm gon' shake him Hope I don't look weak 'cause when a wolf cry wolf you still see that wolfs teeth muthafuckaaaa Futuristic handgun if you act foul you get two shots and one I'm at your face like mancum You niggas softer then roseanne's son You cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Crazy muthafucka I am one but the crazy thing is I began one All white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 n*gga Big house long hall ways got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day n*gga And we don't want no problems, OK your a goon what's a goon to a goblin Yeah big kane on the beat, I **** around and leave a nigga brains on the street(ooohhh) Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby Yeah the money is the motive Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote OK, I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie Swagga so bright I don't even need light I'm with a model broad she don't even eat rice But would you believe that she ****s And she asked for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes I'm the man around this muthafucka I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthafucka This rap game, I got my hand around this muthafucka Yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this muthafucka Yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit then I'm sewer rich Try me and I'll have your people readin' eulogies I swear you can't fuck with me But I can fuck yo girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me then kill for me then steal for me and of course it'll be yo cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo ass every though I like these verses it's a good thing that nigga rhymes with nigga |
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From Alias's "Divine Disappointment". This verse legitimately gives me chills everytime I hear it. It's Alias, talking from the perspective of God to the human race. Really intense stuff.
So now I'm stuck to figure out what I should do at this point in time These creatures think that there's an afterlife So they spend their whole life benign They killed another creature years ago that claimed to be my son So now they mold their lives after him and claim that He's the One the one that will save them and lead them to a new breath I hate to break it to them... (I have nothing for you after death) So carry on if you wish unknowing, thinking breath is wind blowing Magnifying light bulb is the sun and tears a rivers flowing Think that every bad thing that happens to you is at my will Like bankruptcy, adultery and the reason why others kill Go on and be misled as you have your entire life You think that I'll somehow reward you for all your pain and strife I can't control destiny, where'd you come up with that notion (There's no cure for AIDS) so don't even bother with that potion I didn't create the disease to punish others, I didn't even make it So if you have that frame of mind you go ahead and break it I'm sick and tired of feeling responsibility for all of you ungratefuls Unwilling to share with the starving while you enjoying off your plateful's Even if I had the power to help you I wouldn't even bother So stop thinking that I love you and stop calling me your Father I didn't plan on you evolving into this mess with which I deal Asking for my forgiveness when you (lie, cheat and steal) What the hell do you want me to do? Try and save yourself I can't help your marriage, children or status of health My problem's far away, any of your so-called devastations Like this oncoming war between the so-called United Nations I regret making all of you, you make my blood pressure climb I wish I didn't make you, but even I can't turn back the hands of time |
I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through Verse 3, "Words I Never Said" - Lupe Fiasco |
He got the letter in his mail by the middle of his summer
Wouldn't have had to go if it wasn't for his new born brother He was barely eighteen, murdering people even younger And he still ducks and covers every time he hears the thunder He still hears the screams, smells the flesh, tastes the death Sees the blood, feels the pain What's to gain? Nothing's left but the slug that remains in his right path The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad - Eyedea and Abilities - A Murder of Memories Such a great song. |
The traffic lights they turn up Blue tomorow
Shine their emptiness down own my bed The tiny island sags downstreamCause the life thats lived is dead And The Wind Cries Mary |
From "Sad Clown" by Slug:
This world ain't a wasteland It just taste that way some times. It depends on the angle On how you read your lines. For every brick we stack to come together to build There's a sick little crack in this foundation still. Humans! I can't accept them. Trying to understand them And what fuels them and their essence. I'm looking for some leverage. Catch up, trying to catch me. Curse-ed, depress-ed. Here to make you happy. "Hey daddy tell me why the clown is crying." "Well son he's got the task of cheering up the ill and dying. On top of that everybody thinks that he's insane. Can't fathom why he'd wanna ease their pain." Walking through this maze made of concrete walls When you're not allowed to climb there's no way to possibly fall. When your hands are restricted to hold nothing but self How can you get a grip? How can you pick up what you're dealt? The clown stays sad. The ground stays hard. With a couple pounds of migraine, a pocket full of scars. But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon continuing the bad dream till he wakes up gone. |
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Wiz Khalifa - In the Cut Rolling all this weed I am holding Thinking she high before before she get the chance to smoke it Blowing o's she knows my dreams potent Man at home you living for the moment Coming for the game, I run it, I own it Kush and orange juice be the components Come to my crib see money so big you cant fold it This is how I live She poured her a lil gin Then order her another due before she was finished man freaky got super lubed |
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Del the Funky Homosapien - Get It Right Now off of Funk Man, 2009 I'm takin this **** back to the essence if anybody wanna talk ****/i gotta message keep it to yourself or your health/will be lessened depleting like an energy bar/cause you be stressin/stupidness who is this nigga up in my business? get his ass up out of here/befo' i start flippin like channels on a remote control/i don't condone fools on tha mic who cain't hold they own/i'm on tha throne zone with me it's tha ticket to the next situation gettin explicit /now picture it physical evidence gone i'll b aquitted/gettin funky with the/ linguistics? that's tradition infliction of pain on perpetrators /wishin to slip in my position but naw/good riddens i'm usin my time wisely/nothing can slide by me fools try me and at tha/end b like "why me?" why not?/I can see your blind spot birds try ta jock/they can go find tha flock time is on tha clock but not a/second ta watch got a plot synchronized on tha/dot ready-or-not |
Grounded, stableness, and I'm happy I found it
But I wanna fly away when my head gets clouded Can't think big when the space is crowded Outside the box still moving around it Find an eagles nest at the top of the mountain But when the moment's gone you still have to climb back down it If there's an alarm, I think it's about time they sound it People marching in the streets and their drums are pounding Not mysterious actions, history speaks volumes Communicate blackness, vibrations and bouncing Music leaves your concious loud and your voice silent Hear no evil, speak no violence See my people, hero Christ is He can see you in your crisis I'm too see through to be hiding This truth is timeless, so what the hype is I-DIA - Ebony Coast Verse II - song: Good Vibrations |
Nicki Minaj - Roman's Revenge
Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow (Ni-ni-ni) “Nicki, she’s just mad ’cause you took the spot” Word, that bitch mad ’cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you ain’t ****tin’, then get off the pot Got some ***** out in Brooklyn that’ll off your top |
this is one of my favorites from Nicki
Nicki Minaj - Did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons and I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em a couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If i had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals i might break you off and we ain't making up I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, radiator |
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back on topic this is Chamillionaire's verse from Main Event. the walking after party texas i am what it is exit the bar if you aint tryna get your card slid there aint no big dogs they jus bought big but i aint never seen the damage that a dog did is the chamillionaire i only trust ben i brought some ladies with me that mean i am plus ten i brought my dj with me that mean we going in i do it big like my jimmy was tucked in nuts large, lucky i dont keep my dick exposed see they the past i am the present like some christmas clothes reppin texas so dont question if i'm tipping foes the wheels fly every vehicle is pigeon toes look at the evidence look like its evident she wanna bone she look at me like a skeleton see this the realest that your radio has ever been i am in my lms somebody better tellem manye |
I love Proof's verse in this song, mainly because he delivered it in a way that only Proof could. 3:15 in.
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Proof's verse in that song is pretty much on point. Damn I miss that dude, he had mad skills. |
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All the verses from Drake's Forever.
So epic! Whoever they were insulting was thoroughly trashed. I especially like Kanye's line "I stuck my **** inside this life until that bitch came." I dunno. It makes me laugh. |
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