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Old 08-12-2009, 11:21 AM   #61 (permalink)
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Tech N9ne - Blown Away.
I love that song. I may see Rakim live in October though. Haha.
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Old 08-13-2009, 04:30 PM   #62 (permalink)
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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
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Old 08-20-2009, 01:22 AM   #63 (permalink)
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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.
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Old 08-23-2009, 10:55 PM   #64 (permalink)
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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.
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Old 08-27-2009, 11:10 PM   #65 (permalink)
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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
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Old 08-28-2009, 01:20 PM   #66 (permalink)
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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.
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Old 08-28-2009, 01:41 PM   #67 (permalink)
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Kno's verse from the song "Family Ties" off CunninLynguists debut album Will Rap For Food still holds as one of my favourites:

Quote:
Many moon have cycled since the night you decided
to break out late and fade out into the silence
First born son still playin' in his diapers
Left behind ya
Kinda thought I'd never find ya
But guess what?
The human being you had deemed a mistake
Is now staring you in your face
It's a disgrace the way I was treated
Shit, you probably wish I got caught in the condom when my pops skeeted
Well fuck that I buck back all odds
And stuck straight through your facade of camouflage
You ain't my mom
You ain't nothin' but a heartless bitch
I'm starting to switch
Don't even start this ****
Tryin' to fabricate facts that my dad kidnapped me
It can't be nothin' but lies to try to trap me
In fact he Packed me to Cali in '84
We found your crib but you never came to the door
Wouldn't answer the phone but you had to be home
Tragedy sewn
Yo, you had to know you were wrong
Reminisce and it's not surprising
Grew up so broke I thought the poverty line was the horizon
Many nights and days we stayed in shacks
Pops breakin' his back
Faded ass packs of food stamps
But karma's a double edge sword
So thanks for letting me borrow your fuckin' umbilical cord
The last line "Thanks for letting me borrow your fuckin umbilical cord" is probably some of the most haunting rap lyrics I've heard in a good while.
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Old 08-28-2009, 11:01 PM   #68 (permalink)
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I don't like Cunnin that much, but that was a nice verse.

And, **** a verse, here's a whole song...
(song at the bottom of the lyrics)

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Originally Posted by P.O.S. (Let It Rattle)

There ain't nobody to be pretty for, **** it,
Let it rattle,
Let the clatter kill 'em,
Let the cataclysm wash,
Who really listens?
Precision with a verse draws a crowd,
I draw a line between an easy melody,
And peace of mind,
I keep the gain tweaked,
Freak the same to it's own thing,
Spit the plain pain,
Econolines for the dime class,
It's a god damn recession,
Show a little respect, You Pfizer babies,
Look at how they hate, pilled out,
Bounce they liver off they top eight,
Who got a fix for the fix?
Bush, no more,
Nobody's like "Dufrane, search party of four"
Tell me, who's eating?
I mean well,
Who's beaten shell toes kick a hole in who's cheatin', hell,
Need it while you can, Serve,
Get swerved, get sleep, Buy it up, come on,
They out for presidents to represent them,
You think a president could represent you?
You really think a president would represent you? (right...)
They call me P.O.S.,
Bold from the go to the goal,
To them ice cold bones,
Freezing in the Minnesota snow,
Heating up the winter with the flow,
They make it rain (rain?),
Rain go away,
Come again brave, or when you bring a bit to help us grow, (meanwhile)
We them pro parade rainers,
Presented by Doomtree, sponsored by the Rhymesayers,
It's a no brainer if you aim at the aimless,
The same small change big drain on my patience,
It's,
My act, my scene, my play, my stage, my lines, My way, All day,
All Syle, Plus guts, cap cut, no fresh, no clean, All Press, Yes mean,
Swoosh removed,
Loose the coool,
Choose whatever behooves the Dude,
Move through any mood with ease,
Ravage the rules,
Ravishing rude,
Randy Savage the fools,
Handy with tools cutting my own key,
Cattle to meat,
Sheep splitter, Kennel killer,
Handmade handgunner,
Fanblade Runner (huh?)
Promise of skill,
Better than blessed,
Promise of stress,
Livin' and Breathing,
Mother**** all the rest,
Now what do you do...

Exactly...
No, not exactly like, you don't do anything...
Exactly, more like..
What exactly do yo udo?

They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
But they laying down...

They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
Yeah, they laying down...

(They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
Yeah, they laying down...)

I can't tell if it's the bees or the sting,
The honey or the wax on the wing,
But people just Wal-mart what they worth,
Rollback,
They don't get to pick what you deserve,
What exactly do you do, sir? (Serve),
What exactly do you do, miss? (Take)
Tell who the hell are you?
You're ouf of your element Donny,
Shut up,
Double double eat up,
Ride,
The Dude abides...

They hide there eye and can't describe,
What they been missing,
They fire blind and can't describe,
What they been laying down...
Yeah, they laying down...
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Old 08-29-2009, 06:31 AM   #69 (permalink)
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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
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Old 08-29-2009, 06:12 PM   #70 (permalink)
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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"
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