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Old 01-22-2009, 10:02 PM   #51 (permalink)
Master, We Perish
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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


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.
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Laser beams, psychedelic hats, and for some reason kittens. Surrel reminds me of kittens.
^if you wanna know perfection that's it, you dumb shits
Spoiler for guess what:
|i am a heron i ahev a long neck and i pick fish out of the water w/ my beak if you dont repost this comment on 10 other pages i will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans
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Old 01-23-2009, 08:30 AM   #52 (permalink)
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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.

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Old 08-10-2009, 11:41 AM   #53 (permalink)
you know what it is
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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.
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I could be cute if I wanted to be, I just choose not to because you wouldn't be able to handle yourself.
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Old 08-11-2009, 07:31 AM   #54 (permalink)
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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
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Old 08-11-2009, 08:27 AM   #55 (permalink)
Muck Fusic
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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
a man, a plan, a canal, panama
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Old 08-11-2009, 08:54 AM   #56 (permalink)
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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
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Old 08-11-2009, 03:44 PM   #57 (permalink)
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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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Old 08-11-2009, 06:25 PM   #58 (permalink)
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Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Photograph - Nickelback
how did no one catch this?

contextually, the funniest post on MB
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Old 08-12-2009, 12:31 AM   #59 (permalink)
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Aye, Aye, Check it
I understand seniority
But in this case, On this show, I'm a top priority
In Lawrence, Your minority and I'm the majoriry
Check it, I was young and broke
But I'd fetch it, If it was freshest
Shovel snow for the Eric B. and Rakim record
Promoters called us and said,
"We got this show and want you to close us"
Ghostface and Brother Ali, Rakim with a band, It's so tough
We couldn't wait to see Rakim rock
But he never ever showed up
He swole up cause he didn't wanna go up before us
Man, What's wrong with these people?
Think the world gotta kiss their asses
500 capacity but you wanna get 200 passes
Thought it was about gouda
40 Water told me,
"Nina, Get ya cabbage, Stay savage and ravage the average"
Y'all better hope radio and video
Keep me from slithering... into they circle
I'll change it, That's why they shivering
Rakim the God? He just miss the king's delivering
Cause they know they'll fall
And I'll blow them all to smithereens
Tech N9ne - Blown Away.
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Old 08-12-2009, 03:07 AM   #60 (permalink)
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Default 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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