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First two verses are from Mims
I am like the Eagles, I am like the Beatles If music is the heroin then I am like the needle And you are Black Sabbath, too paranoid On the dark side of the moon like Pink Floyd If writing is a weapon, all my gun shoots is Led Zepplin Sex Pistols’ll whip you, show respect like Otis Reading Bring me back to life like Evanescence, you beggin’ Me? I cause hysteria, I am Def Leppard My mind is Disturbed, you cannot dissect it I deliver mayhem, the music is my method I am Van Halen, eruption Plus I got a healthy appetite for destruction, let’s go You find me at Linkin Park, with Motely Crue You say you know the what, but you do not know The Who Pay attention, you can miss it if you Blink 182 And me, I’m the one, just like I’m U2 Unforgettable fire, burning like The Whalers My life’s a motion picture and this is just the trailer My suits a perfect fit like its tailored fuck her like an animal, I’d Nine Inch Nail her That’s how I came into the game, and now she’s pregnant So this is why I’m Red Hot, like the Chili Peppers And this is why I rock, and this why I’m rollin’ Like a Rolling Stone with my Guns n’ Roses (Tech N9ne) Some say I have bad brains, that im out of my mind now So when I open The Doors in my head royalty Shinedown And Motorhead spit in a mean way Momma I kill a man like Queen say Rush to the bank, it was a Journey that was never concerned of me ‘cause money make it a Green Day Tecca Nina make it to the grip spot They lookin at me waving a Slipknot I get the trip and they go and call The Police and now there’s a Warrant for my arrest ‘cause I flipped out When the show they wanna, hate me beat me, so I said kiss my AC/DC That’s anus colon dookie chamber, so they tase me heat me Now I’m a Quiet Riot in the pen, Heaven knows when I get out, There’s gonna be a hit out, watch me Avenged Sevenfold it was all a dream, when I woke up I was torn, I dreamt sickness no Stone Temple Pilot, giving me Korn or Limp Bizkit |
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Damn my Britishness and a lot of my favourite verses I can remember are from Blue Scholars Blue Scholars - Back Home: And somewhere a soldier kissed his family goodbye And he was walking like a warrior the water in his eyes He left in late September said he'll be back in July Now the child is asking "Mommy why did Daddy have to die?" She says he fought for freedom but she knows it's just a lie |
Aesop Rock - Fast Cars, Second Verse:
2:26 in Its like never mind the bullocks. Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my sex pistol's bullets. Like every other week he spins the bottle. Like every other week these ****ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow. Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, 'cause my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that I run with turn the '**** you's into fast food. Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last shiner, finds the shoebox in his smother's truck. Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang!). This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. Weathermen huddle up. Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak twister. Defender of the son of Vaughn Bode's Cheech Wizard. I used to pray the treatments got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: kill every mother****er but me. You cool with that? Cool. Bang. You? Cool. Hang. You? No? Uh... bang? Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. And too long have I followed yours. I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. |
Royce Da 5'9's second verse on Slaughterhouse's Fight Club Remix
Flick a dart through your top hat Weak MC's you cannot rap; Freq', where the drop at? Now you mad at Tahiry cause your ass ain't famous Get it nigga? Your "ass" ain't famous Quit talkin 'bout me cause ya ass ain't dangerous They call me Hustler because my mag game heinous Show up to Detroit thinkin (Everybody Love) you And I'ma come and show you that ya ass ain't (Raymond) Dumbin every line ? me ****in bitches like the cops after a murder, they cummin/comin every time Shell-toes and Wissam jacket, the contractor Still pushin elbows like a linebacker And y'all playin My worldwide bitches on my worldwide watch, I call it the broadband |
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Canibus' entire 2nd Round KO is superb, but the 2nd verse slays me every time.
Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk It's about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack ass verse That **** was the worse, rhyme I ever heard in my life Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul rest in peace kid It's because of him now at least I know What Beef is It's not what I would call this, see this is something different A ***got nigga trying to make a living off of dissing Somebody that he's got to know is better than him but he's feelin himself, cause he got more cheddar than him Well let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse, **** it, I'll let you kick em all I'd even wait for the studio audience to applaud [cheers] Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born Make your wife get on the horn call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw naw he started it He forgot what a hardcore artist is A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as myself trained to run 20 miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand from a lost and forgotten land, you done did it man You done spitted some wack ****tit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it? **** that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In You and I'ma make the world see it too, mother****er! The bolded bit is especially good IMO. |
Elzhi Don't compare me to jokes I'll strangle the air in your throat Like you jumped from a chair and choked In mid-air from a rope Got a big gun and carry a scope The flair of the smoke Keep niggaz quiet like words librarians spoke I'm arrogant, outlandish Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff The jakes wont make out the handprints I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips Buckk and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits Phonte It gets no realer than this Its Te and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit This should have been a double album commemorative disc Cause hip-hop might need us And in your town, no telling where you might see us My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters Out, doin their damn thing like beavers Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job Plus my Dominican Broad Making me chili con queso Elzhi Work and plan a perfect verse Then burst like a person that jerked from a circus cannon Then landed to the earth Its me on the song, featured your fleet Breathing is strong It's a gypsy reading a palm with a drawn heater Never gone of the wrong reefer A bong chief, of the don ballest As long as Lebrons bronze sneakers Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I wont come and get you Dressed like a bum with pistols, and AK's in the buggie Phonte And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange And a lot of rap niggaz got lost Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he done got soft They didn't understand it was my next direction So I'm playing postman and addressing questions Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not leaving No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still beefin But all these wack niggaz putting records out This is all live nigga, check it out Lb, S dilla fam on a mission And I ain't worried about people biting "Minstrel Show" they still teething on "The Listening" |
(one of my favorites, but not thE fav. i could never pick)
So no matter what you been through no matter what you into no matter what you see when you look outside your window brown grass or green grass picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down you just lift your arms higher raise em till’ your arms tired Let em’ know you’re there That you struggling and survivin’ that you gonna persevere Yeah, ain’t no body leavin, no body goin’ home even if they turn the lights out the show is goin’ on! Lupe Fiasco - The Show Goes On |
just a couple of my favs
They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , and **** it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they want to get one cause they think the ****'s cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers Of course the ****'s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's ****ed up ain't it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing Except for a dream, and a ****in' rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in their lives Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the ****in' **** in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Eminem - Sing for the Moment And still I'm having memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart In the dark when we survived through the bad parts Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches And these bitches they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me even the cops tried to sue me So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing now the medias trying to test me got the press asking questions, trying to stress me misery is all I see, thats my mind's state My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip gots tired of running from the police 2Pac - Runnin' (Dying to Live) R-B, Rebecca Black So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat) In the back seat (In the back seat) I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah) Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!) (C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all some rapper - Friday (haha im definitely joking with this one) |
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Talib's verse from BlackStar - Hater Players.
Yes.. Every day somebody ask me where all the real mc's is at? They underground There's mad talented cats underground with that raw **** Yaknowwhat'msayin? bringin them raw skills Yaknowwhati'm sayin? Really, to me.. It's a small wonder, like vicki, why I'm picky These niggas suck like hickies And still get the **** they slip in like mickies I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators With the flavors like a farm team ****ing with the majors Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out! Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots My point is, your flow can stop! By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep And keep it blacker than the back of your neck What you expect, that ****'s hollerin Cause we developin the followin Gettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vans Order reverse your universe so your demise is first Before your rise it gets worse You need a night nurse like gregory Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to me Like that's supposed to mean somethin? You the one I seen frontin in the club Your act I don't buy it, I got the dub |
A-Plus It's not a wrong thing to be addicted to the microphone like a heroin fiend I'll tell you one thing: You'll never catch me fronting As I proceed to give the people what they wanting You're making some green... But not for drama or fashion I'm stacking cash until I can get Moms a mansion All from rapping? Nah, man, there's many plans Like investing in land It started all from impressing the fans With brand new flows And you know All the way from gangsta clones to weirdos Fools used those But we ain't tripping Give respect when you see this You need us, or your raps underdevelop like a fetus Pep Love Those that know not doze And it shows When we broke out the knock Hos hopped out they clothes That's positive feedback Yep, The Prose I'm poised, we never pose, you'll never know >From '93 til infinity we've been inventive Creating the bump is our only incentive And it's been a long time since I feel I've been felt But the only thing I fear is fear itself So you know what we gots to do Maybe could we keep it within the crew Like it should be? Never givin' out We're livin' out our dreams If there's something I can't live without, That's my team You never knew... Phesto Hieroglyphics Hip-hop is vintage Underground like silos Launching long-range ballistics World-renowned, we ground-breaking Musical boundaries Runnin' circles around emcees Del Del -- been rhyming for more than a decade Onto the next stage, while emcees need aid Stay paid, I'm still grade-A None of that tomfoolery As you can see this **** ain't nothing new to me Utterly hovering over other things material You're stuck in the here and now Plus you're sweating profusely -- here's a towel Your fears are now reality When I take your dream states And elaborate on how your team's fake With phony IDs, but sometimes I feel like Only I see through the charade you've made In today, but hey, tomorrow it's played And then they got a new fool in your place to be okayed Phesto Hieroglyphics Hip-hop is vintage Invented in days back Rekindling in ways that many thought was lost In this contemporary maze of methods to floss We finding trees and trails to blaze Boundaries to cross We can be found beyond the bounds of reason Or earthbound, heatin' up the Coliseum Opio They rushed the stage full-throttle in Chicago Our brains interlocked Where fakin' emcees get caught with the 40-bottle Or get their chains snatched, pronto We unstoppable, droppin' flows in Toronto Maneuverin' through Vancouver and on to Japan where they put major grands in my hand Follow? Phesto Straight from the heart we set apart from the rest an' Our perfection on the microphone was predestined World-renowned, we ground-breaking Musical boundaries Runnin' circles around emcees |
This is such a dope verse. It's groundbreaking in a lot of ways.
Rebecca Black- "It's Friday" "R-B, Rebecca Black So chillin’ in the front seat (In the front seat) In the back seat (In the back seat) I’m drivin’, cruisin’ (Yeah, yeah) Fast lanes, switchin’ lanes Wit’ a car up on my side (Woo!) (C’mon) Passin’ by is a school bus in front of me Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream Check my time, it’s Friday, it’s a weekend We gonna have fun, c’mon, c’mon, y’all" |
From the day that I saw you
I knew that we would pursue Cause the chemistry we felt that day Felt so real, and so true Looking back on a year we spent together How it’s been, what we went through Although we’ve had our little ups and downs We’ve still pulled through Baby girl you’re my world my everything I wanna lace you with diamonds and every ring Give you everything you dream and fantasize Cause you can tell me that you love me Looking in my eyes You keep it real with me, I keep it real with you You keep on loving me, I’ll keep on loving you Keep doing what you do, I feel your whole aura And I can’t wait to hook up again tomorrow baby - what |
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It's like the ghetto's got a heart and a soul, a mind of it's own
A hunger for a young cat to die 'fore he grown A lust for a young girl to slide down a pole She's always fallin' short on her goals The street life is cold, it's either win or lose or you fold Money is the root to all evils what I was told When everything you thought you'd believed in was a hoax You put your faith in front of those demons And when the smoke clears, the truth appear The fight for your life, the struggles of a wrong versus right And wrong won, a song sung in the keys of reality When death crosses your path, blood shed tragically So automatically you come to a close and realize That no matter what we key to the codes I seen the hood swallow mutha****as whole And **** em' out in the system, they ain't never make it home, that I know SCARFACE Feat. Z-Ro - SOLDIER STORY |
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The whole "Lost one" song by L boogie
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I hate the post whole songs when it's supposed to be just favorite verse but I was cracking up at this when I heard it this morning.
[Intro: Eminem:] Ay, you This next song, is a true story (Come here sl-t!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense But somehow always seem to f-ckin' work [Verse 1: Eminem] Driving down 975, about to hop on 696 I look over, this f-cking chick's tryina' fix Her makeup, I'm like b-tch? You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror She's like yeah? so? I'm like so? You gon' need a stich you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband sl-t? That's a rhetorical question You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll f-ck you up In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates No b-tch rides shotgun, what? Taxi? Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up? Is that what you actually ask me? b-tch reaches over and smacks me And says I annoy the f-ck outta her Get in the f-cking back, put on your sl-t powder You sl-t, what? Shut the f-ck up now, or get your feelings hurt Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her And she heard me spreading age rumors about her Turn the radio up louder, make it bump While I thump that Relapse CD, tryin'a hit every bump In that... till I snap back in that accent Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her C-NT I SAID THAT C-NT [Hook x2: Eminem] She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh You wouldn't wanna show [?] Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin' I'm feelin' a bunch of b-tches lookin' at a n-gga, cheesin' I get approached by this little skeeser She asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face Like Camden, that little kid from... She said I'm feeling a bit of ego Wait, am I talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why? She said why you never make songs for chicks like it's hard to do? I said I make songs for me, leave the studio And go and f-ck the b-tch who belong to [?] She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up? I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO [Hook] [Verse 3: Eminem] We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm f-cking hunchback Where the f-ck's this party at sl-tbag C-NT? Cut what act? Think it's an act? f-ck that, I'm tryina' [?] finest loveshack Or somewhere to f-ck at, eh? Don't touch that You fat ****, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Bagdhad Don't act like you don't like em', them accents I rap tight, and I'm a torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right Thought it was just past this light, past Van **** Better hit that map right, read them directions Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light Spun out, hit a patch of black ice Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back We jackknifed, b-tch flew out of the car I laughed like, she deserved it She didn't think I'd act like that in person (Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!) [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight Between my mistress and my damn wife Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat So I gave her that and told her to scat I'm not mean, I'm [?] On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route To avoid this chick with a lace front Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets My mind drifted back to this sh-t I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis Then I step out and see my evil twin He gives me an evil grin He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this sh-t! " He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b-tch he rode with Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business" |
Soapbox Melodics 'What I Would Do'
Soapbox Melodics 'What I Would Do'
-Records spinnin in my head :yikes: |
Soapbox Melodics 'What I Would Do'
If someone makes a remix of this I will love them forever! |
"here's some advice, I'm mad nice ay yo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life, my swellin' melon got niggas jealin' ay yo, fuck bribes, I'm takin niggas' lives like a felon." |
illest remix ever, on the real. |
let me go old school
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it" |
The opening verse of De La Soul - Eye Know
"Greetings, girl, and welcome to my world of phrase I'm right up to bat It's a Daisy Age and you're about to walk top-stage So wipe your Lottos on the mat Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your Involvements before the sun But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport And who's better for this than Plug One Now you don't have to worry about me squashin' other deals 'Cause they've already been squooshed Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue Right behind the bush You'll stay with me Eye Know this But not because of all my earthly treasures Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos But because..." |
[ Vordual Megala ]
Life's ill, some-time's life might kill Vordul Mega, five digits grab mic's mic strike type ill Is life real? Yo akhi builds When life feels, like earth don't spin Whirlwinds mic blend Lifes at a stand-still, dangerous cuz man kills And still, cats visualize life ghetto like Born mind, sometime these cats see life Street life incomplete light and be like I'm a live life after this One crime, one line from the Mega-la Blow spine, everyone Knows the city's ill, cats kill Still black man holds nine Gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H Be the light of Shamar Work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H Adapt bars snatch stars and detach large, channels But our bar's handle might break mic's Vordul Megala the cannibal ate mic's Strive live live **** five I want a hundred and eight mic's "Son, yo son did you see that kid yo? Yo, yo, Chill out man, chill out. Yo son did you, yo son he pulled it out..." Five digits cock biddy nine mili One floor shine silly Spun city one verbs hit milly Little girls spinnin' curls three sixty Livin' in in a world ****ty Yo they spun young earth, now ****ty And while 5-0 might shoot black head Nigga sorry I sold space suit to crack heads D.T's operate mechanically, po-po in slow-mo Black kids, locked away Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow While, lock head fabian Achmed Arabian Layin' in Bodeg holdin' drama a.k Spoke like as-salaam-a-opaque Chokin' vodka mixed with o.j Wig splits mad quick Spinnin' three six oh ways C 4 blew the door nuber eight Summer fate tank top wit a knot Number nine said run the place Took my girl, stereo, c.d plus the tape Yo star, don't wet that ****ed her face lets stuff the plays Jet back to santa cruz californ-i-a Peace to C-God locked up cat born nine ways Come home mad soon Live ill, life things just like little black girl got shot Damn it hurts when they spun earth filled with knots Gonna make a difference so we get locked Caught in the **** and losin' what we got Come on black E-qual-E-qual "Do you know that you're one of the few pradator species that preys even on itself?" [ Vast Air Kramer ] And if there's crack in a basement Crack heads stand adjacent Anger displacement Two step arangements You were a still born baby Mother didn't want you, but you were still born Boy meets world, of course his pops is gone What you figga That chalky outline on the ground is a father figure So he steps to the next stencil, that's a hustler Infested with money and diamond cluster Lets talk in laymen terms Rotten apples and big worms Early birds and poachers New York is evil at it's core, so those who have more than them Prepare to be vic-tims Ate up by vultures, the politicians In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em Lack of mineral, we take it personal A pigeon can't drop **** if it never flew Every day is no frills, empty krills Broken 40 bottles and m.c's with skills I rest my head on 115 But miracles only happen on 34th, so I guess life is mean And death is the median And purgatory is the mode that we settle in "No doubt" I've got that Eve's Bayou sense of touch So I fought, to touch every hand of a fan to read their thoughts Battered wives, molested children Roaches on the floor, rats in the ceiling Cats walk around New York with two fillin's One is in their mouth the other, does the killin' I'm Vast Air, Kramer, top billin' Cannibal Ox - Iron Galaxy (i don't even know what it actually means cept for here and there, but it sure sounds great) |
Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 125 and Saint Nick Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain Under my heart three clouds of pain She got the best of me What was her destiny? Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...ter My mind is in a blur Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together We were inseparable, no one could sever At least that's what I thought But later I fought with her substance And almost ended up in Supreme Court When I was on the road doing shows getting biz She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip Time went on I started noticing weight loss Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorry But I keep having visions of snow, I need blow And I said whoa, little hottie I'm not DeLorean, Gambino or Gotti I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks And what do you know In 18 months she came home and I let her back in And now she's sniffing again... |
MF DOOM on That's That (crazy flow)
Already woke, spared a joke, barely spoke, rarely smoke Stared at folks when properly provoked, mirror broke Here, share strawberry morinin, gone an more important spawnin Torn in, poor men sworn in Cornish hens switchin positions, auditionin' mortitions saw it in a vision, ignorin prison Ignoramuses enlist and sound dumb Found em drowned in cows dung, crowns flung Rings a tinkerbell, sing for things that's frail as a fingernail Bring a scale, stale ginger lingers Seven figures invigor Nigga, fresh from out the jail, alpha male Sickest ninja injury this century, enter plea Lend sympathy to limper simple simon rhymin emcees Trees is free, please leave a key These meager fleas, he's the breeze And she's the bees knees for sheez G's of G's Seize property, shopper sprees, chop the cheese Drop the grease to stop diseases, gee wiz pa! DOOM rock grammar like the kumbaya! Mama was a ho hoppa, papa was a rollingstone Star like Obama, pull a card like oh drama! Civil liberties These little titties abilities riddle me, middle C Give a MC a rectal hysterectomy Electron removal of the bowls, foul technically Don't expect to see the recipe Until we receive the check as well as the collection fee More wreck than section Z What you expect to get for free? **** from me, history The key, plucked it off mayor Chucked it in the ol tar pit off La Brea, playa They say he's gone too far DOOM'll catch em after Jumar on cue lacka!! Do what'cha gotta do, grarrrr The rumors are not true, got two ma No prob, got the job, hot barred heart throb Scotch Guard the bar the with cotton swabs, dart lob Bake a cake, sweet Jamaica trade in treats on the beach Make a skeet til her feets meet Can it be I stayed away too long? Did you miss these rhymes when I was gone? As you listen to these crazy tracks Check them stats then you know where I'm at And that's that |
Cappadonna's verse on Winter Warz:
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong Extravangza, time sits still No propoganda, be wary of the skill As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat CD massacre, murder to cassette I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet One man ran, tryin to get away from it Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh into your chamber like Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map Nowhere to go except next show bro Entertainin mother****ers can't stop O in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich Every other day my whole dress code switch So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty dollar bill Cash it in, and get ten dollars back The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And you could get long dick hip-hop affection I damage any MC who step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son **** what you heard Niggaz still talkin that **** is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet under vets, we paid our debts for mad years Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers and blunt power, born physically power speakin The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin From 2:26 Also, [/thread] |
Part of 'Distorted Prose' by Dalek.
Meaning lost to these zealots Prefer bullets to ballots Watch the rich sip from chalice As these eyes fill with malice Peasant hands remain callous as our days retain darkness I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened. |
We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked
I had to pull your card you was on the top deck So I plotted my escape, I saw the Thin Line Between Love and Hate And fast from the hog on the plate I suffered brutal pains, from whips and chains Punishments that were set to wash the brain So look listen observe and also respect this jewel drawed up, di-tect and reflect this light I shine, that cause my power to be find through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds Purified gases and masses the same elements that helped spark civilization classes I see brothers quote math plus degrees Look at professor ass niggaz can't feed they own seeds. |
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Quick on ya brain from the soul of a man with a cane On the side of his waist as he wanders the earth for the 28th time On the grind for the angel of death not quite what you think Hes a man full of peace, used to be full of **** Life runnin over, spill it, blood, fill it, cup, won't kill it Put it back in the chamber (and pray to God you could feel it) But I, can't sweat it can't let it get too close Cause I'm on my tour on a mission Glad to be back on this planet but I gotta Listen to my boss, cause losing my wings, Can't get that, so I take strides, open up eyes, Building my size, holding my ties, By giving advice that won't suffice, so I needa make time Slow DOWN for a man headed to the bottom bring it back And make a beeline for life, feel-ine to fight for Get em to love man, find him a cause man, I gotta cause man Human beings, get em up to they full potential, Living the life they were meant to live, on the fight, I'm the fight, I'm the fight inside that you feel, Back and forth in your mind Hook: Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Everybody got a reason to live, everybody got a contribution to give Talent comes in many forms, in and out of many storms, Weathered storm feathers worn white and grey, so slight A build really don't meant ****, me weight so heavy in a state Of bliss I kiss the ink, blown like glass on the paper when Take it and I put it out to give it to the universe, you can imagine Every goddess with the gods, Playin monopoly with the planets and the stars Get in my company I'm taking you to mars, me and you, On a journey where we just a facade, Leave all the preconceived notions abroad, Anyone here knows anything more than anyone else Wiser admits that he don't know ****, and he won't throw fits, When another mans right, angel of death here to Prove you a point, that lifes more precious than Any given argument on any given Sunday One day we gonna see the sun say, we gonna see the sun say when the sun rise Open up your eyes, sun say rise in the sun Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Don't cry, don't fret, put your hands to the sky Cause I'm here for your faith don't hate, just love it I'm a Vet on Earth, Angelic Grey Crow Wingspan big enough to embrace my foes My heart, my soul, home on the range To impale all the evil, on this of a stage All truth, no lie, An all Grey Crow here to take you high, don't ask why Eligh - Angel of Death |
lil freestyle.....
anough said and its time for change, sex,drugs and murder it comes with the fame,if its all about you your quick too blame,homie trynna target me better fix your aim,why we push drugz just too get a double up and get payed? and kill our kind over paper with the same k? christ done told me we living the wrong the way,look at the facts young homie the truths the same,you blinded by the lies stuck in your past,homie look up,never look back,turn right never turn left,i keep my faith foward and never fall back,why we judging like we better than you,thinking your complete from all the tools? find christ change your life thats the ultimate truth.. |
dooms new song doomsayer is pretty effin rad
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surely hip hop was never a problem in harlem only in boston after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom-eminem
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