Favorite Verses
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"Suffering and fuck 'em all's the motto I'm trapped in a bottle My music's getting hollow But that's happens when humanity you follow Sell your Marlboros and car insurance Put niggas on the moon but can't pay for your burdens I smoke herb and rock a turbon Meditate on the world and what's occuring A lot of white boys like the style and copy Think it's something deeper and repeat that we're not free It's not about the separation, it's about the population" - Del Tha Funkee Homosapien (Deltron 3030) "Madness" |
ODB - Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! |
I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw...
sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons a vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog' a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting (boom) I saw a blind man with a dog screaming 'someday I'll see it all' and then he sat down with his hammer and saw business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checks a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare a pothole, a storefront with a broken open sign a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time I see a f**k up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver a squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-lifer I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the street Aesop Rock, 6B Panorama |
Yo...!
I come with that ol' loco Style from my vocal Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals I'm no joker! Play me as a joker Be on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya! Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!" Burn me, I get into ****, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep **** stinks in my drawers So I can get fzza-funky for yah Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH! Here comes the Tiger verse Crane! Ow, be like wild with my style Punk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED WU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU! And get funk like a SHOE! What?! ol dirty bastard :) |
Purple velvet melt metal itself quick tell
Everybody in the clique to get down with the Celtic with the felt-tip attack raps around sounds So bounce now, you ain't got the fingers to count styles There it is (what?) that, ambiguous cat Gritty kitty my rikky-raw rhetoric rap Takin' back my style rip r-rebirth (gimme that!) 'cause I don't give a kcuf like the "f-word" reversed! "Subculture" - Styles Of Beyond |
Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha ****a from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha ****a that ya read about Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin well **** you! This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll **** you up in a minute With a right left, right left you're toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!] N W A's ****in' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah! To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle Do I look like a mutha ****in role model? To a kid lookin' up ta me Life ain't nothin but bitches and money. Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last If ya **** wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass See I don't give a **** 'cause I keep bailin NWA (Ice Cube)- Gangsta Gangsta |
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman Skilling, killing, illing I'm able and willing Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas This ain't no real war, Vietnam **** World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing Sex, gambling and boozin', all the **** is amusing Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being Special OP, Huey chopper gun ****, run **** **** run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill **** Spit four-thousand bullets a minute Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it I'm in it to win it, get it The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying It's heating up, a hundred degrees The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease" Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees till the rotor broke, crash land, American man Cambodia, right in the enemy hand Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us Them yellow men wearing black pajamas They want to harm us They all up on us Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived I escaped the war, came back But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive Cause in life, God take, God give r.a. the rugged man- uncommon valiur |
The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark
They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark To the new details, distant wisp of light Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount Couldn't be more wrong prior to your perusings When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction Of ya investigation when ya askin Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya sho Like a child I have infinite patience when I write The victim's dental records showed they loved to bite The under like removed off a charged battery Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery A live wire, fired the shot in the booth It wasn't even in the shooting distance of truth Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria? At the darkest hour in the most densed area In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising I'm rapidly advancing our horizons This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe They simply heard my call We hit up, the remote and primitive land Left walking reminders that saw it first-hand The music was a secure link we all think On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think? -GZA-Uncut Material |
Lupe Fiasco - Conflict Diamonds (Verse 2)
Sissero so old and genocide, until the countryside just to get his shine on! I fear what the beards and his peers use to do before the world really knew just to get they mind on! Making paper from slave labour and hittin little kids with life time bids making em cut and shine stones. Inflating the price and making em look nice and i wasnt thinking twice when i was putting mine on. About a young shorty in Sierra Leone or other conflict countries that people call home. I figured i would never go to Angola so it never did affect me that made me indirectly. That my neck leash was funding a rebellion or a military coo, started by malicious that dont believe in following none of Genevas rules. I was brushing of the haters, trying to be cool. Didnt have a clue that the rapper was helping the rapers, raiders of the villagers, pillagers of the schools. Shooters of the innocent, torturers of the witnesses, burners of the binerses At my birth there was the few. Uhh, i aint pushing an agenda homie, im jus pushing the facts, **** Bush! Cuz theres people doin worse on this earth and there black, i took it for years now let me bring it back, We all know on foreign shores that they finance wars, but asks yourself do they finance yours. When i first got mine i took em out on tour, they only lost half the value when i took em out the store. Or it was full of moistened nikes and cubics but the jeweller knew i was stupid and that i couldnt prove it. Feeling like i need it because i do music, to impress the groupies and the interviewers. So i didnt praise nor did i loop it, even gave em to my girl thinkin i was cupid. Homies were all hating hoping they could make me lose it, creeping through my own hood knew i had to remove it. I see the Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters, the undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers. Homie its a rap for the nonsense rhyming, props to Kanye i call this Conflict Diamonds. Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul (Verse 3) So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field augering Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that |
Runnin' bumper to bumper in rush hour traffic,
Ain't got no hood ornament, I got an ******* magnet, And it attracts every half ass and dead beat, Who wanna pump they breaks like they want they trunk in they back seat, And who is this tryin' to commit suicide, You a grown ass man and you ridin' a f**kin' bike at night, With dark clothes like you got a death wish, Get your punk ass on the sidewalk punk b***h, And this mother f**ker crossing the street is takin' forever, Like he tryin to figure out which side of the street he likes better, Better pick fast if I press the gas, And plus I'm goin' so fast that Imma swerve and clip his ass, And this cop is in my rearview pullin' me over, And if I roll the window down he gonna smell the aroma, He's out there reachin' for his gun, I put my hands on the hood, Anyway you paint it, The situation is no good. Madrox - Freak Out |
Slow it down some
No split clown bum Your gold hit sound dumb Hold it now!!! Crown 'Em Where you found them at? Got 'em 'round town Could've drowned in it Woulda floated bloated Voted sugar coated Loaded hip shooter Draw for the poor Free coffee at the banks Hit through the straw None more for me, thanks That blanks the raw That dank sure stank lit Sank passed the pit for more prank spit Crank it on blast Roll past front street Blew the whole spot Like some old ass with skunk meat These kids is too fast Juiced off of junk treat Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat? MF Doom - November Has Come |
nick-knac paddy wack
give a bitch a crack sack and a fat slap with my muthafuggin nutsack RBL Posse |
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately Points a finger at me (finger at me).. So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up When you don't give a ****, when you won't just put up With the bull**** they pull, cause they full of **** too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school And they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look where it's at Middle America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty Havin this happenin (this happenin).. Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way).. But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire To burn and it's burnin and I have returned Eminem - The Way I Am |
We won it 3 times,
We won it 3 tiiiiiii...iiiiiiimes. Without killing anyone... We won it 3 times. |
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now |
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President. I never have dinner with the President. And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant. Now I think you a snitch, Throw a house nigga in a ditch. Half-pint b****, f*****' your homeboys. You little maggot; Eazy E turned f****t. With your manager, fella, F****' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella. But if they were smart as me, Eazy E'd be hangin' from a tree. With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline. Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on... till that Jheri curl is gone. No Vaseline - Ice Cube's response to NWA's diss after he went solo. |
Goody goody gumdrops nigga
get your hoodie and your gun c*cked rock it till the drum stops hip hop even if my sh*t flip flop and hit top it wouldn't stop talk sh*t and get socked 2Pac - Peep Game "The fame can't change what the game maintains" |
I'm glad to know there is somebody who likes that Del verse as much as I do. Here's mine:
Verse 1: Light As A Feather When I'm Floatin Through Readin Through The Daily News Measuring The Hurt Within The Golden Rule, Centimetres Of Ether I'm Heatin The Speaker Motivational Teacher With Words That Burn People Seeing The Headlines Lined With Discord It's Either Genocide, All The Planet In Uproar Never Good But Rules Of Paradise Are Never Nice The Best Laid Plan Of Mice And Men Are Never Right I'm Just A Vagabond With Flowers For Algernon The Average Joe Who Knows What The **** Is Goin On It's The Hope Of My Thoughts That I Travelled Upon Fly Like An Arrow Of God Until I'm Gone [Chorus:] So I'm Driftin Away Like A Feather In Air Lettin My Words Take Me Away From The Hurt And Despair So I'm Keepin It Vertical Forever Elevator Ridin The Escalator To The Somethin That Is Greater So I'm Driftin Away Like A Feather In Air Lettin My Soul Take Me Away From The Hurt And Despair So I'm Keepin It Vertical Forever Elevator Ridin The Escalator To The Somethin That Is Greater Nujabes ft. Akin from Cise star ( I had to include the chorus just because that part's hot too) |
Inspectah Deck's first verse on Triumph
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"Somebody told me when the bomb hits
everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. oh but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. big-kid-tested, motherfucker approved. " Hymie's Basement (Why?) - "21st Century Pop Song" |
The Herd-77%
(Cheers) Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land, can't understand How the very word Australian has been damned I f**king hate myself, take 'Aussie' from my name Erase this endless shame, forever casting blame If you don't act the same will I destroy you? Everyone looks the same beaten, black and blue So I've had enough of these redneck pricks When fact is the only real **** that sticks Watch as I tear the very skin from my face So none'll see my race, my deep disgrace Your not even from here in the first place And those that are you wanna further debase Nup, no more, never again whether by fist or pen I will defend, cos I'm at a loose end The shattered remnants of Aussie dignity I'm a skip, whitey, round-eye suprise me By using your shrivelled brain to please explain How the clever country just went down the drain We rode the sheep's back now the sheep ride you If this is how its gonna be don't call me 'true blue' I denounce my ancestors, wounds still fester If you say 'it aint so' I suggest ya' wake up |
With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression they punish the people that's askin questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your essence The power is in the people and politics we address Always do your best, don't let the pressure make you panic And when you get stranded And things don't go the way you planned it Dreamin of riches, in a position of makin a difference Politicians and hypocrites, they don't wanna listen If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change It wasn't nuttin like the game It's just me against the world |
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell - Nas |
(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies (I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa) If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place Cause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my baby Bay-bee |
I look at actors and cryin' is easy as fondue,
But what do you do when extreme hurt is upon you? Real life ain't no movie, homie, and this ain't John Woo, But I almost lost it at the ending of John Q. And I almost lost it when Jennifer Hudson blew, But I'm still waiting for that real emotion to come through, Then maybe I could get a cry, God, maybe One, Two? Been red for life, this the first time ever me want blue, (what?) Give me the blues, sometimes I turn on the news, and I, Look at all these fueds, then I, Try to make them fuels, I never cry. No tear drops for your eyes, Poetry's music, oh my, Almost made me tear up, To Think about my children, no lie. Maybe I'm black hearted, You thinkin' "Damn, he's shady." Or sayin', "Man, he's crazy." for the way I abandon me lady, And one day, she can repay me, Yes, that woman can betray me, Then I probably cry, if not, I'll do it if I win me a Grammy, maybe. One Good Time - Tech N9ne When ya'll listen to my music, I think ya'll take it lightly, But I been raw from the beginnin', just ask my Uncle Ike, He will tell you Royalty's been planted deep in my Psyche, All you peasant's hail the King, Just call me Aaron Almighty, So when you critique my music, you sound like fools to me, And I don't think you deserve to hear another jewel from me, The industry cheated me, repeatedly cruel to me, So now I act conceited, guess you needed no grooves from me, I've had it, retired mayne, You niggas is fired mayne, 'Cause you know me and Travis was supposed to inherit the entire thang, I'm normal, I've never admired fame, I'm just famous, 'cause I'm a **** up, and ya'll desire pain, So don't talk to me when you see me, Awfully is how you treat me, Offa me, everybody leave me, It costed me, never was it easy, So say goodbye to the bad guy, A nigga don't have anymore to sell you, This might be the last time you hear a bad guy like Tecca Nina, baby, Let me Tell You... Last Words - Tech N9ne |
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front do' I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle I know how it feels to wake up ****ed up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser But they don't know about the stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray So you can reminisce and wish You wasn't living so devilish s-**** I remember I was just like you Smoking blunts with my crew Flipping oldies 62's 'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D That's why my mom hates me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves Four drunks trying to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see papi, to cop me a brick Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assault That I caught in Bridge Port, New York Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man You better have your gat in hand 'Cause man I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do' I'm living everyday like a hustle Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle |
Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid
I'm a nig who don't dig a mutha****in pig Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers That misuse they badges to whip niggas' asses Then one day they slow rolled through the hood With the .38s ****ed, 2 deep, up to no good They say that my skin was black so they attacked Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my ****in cap One murdered my man like it was okay For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life And never again see the street lights, and that's trife Around my way they shot many teens And them cops better stop, or I'ma stop em, by any means The Big L won't hesitate to cold diss em And if you ask me, mutha****a the whole system There are too many young black brothers doin life bids Cause justice means 'just us white kids' So take heed to the rhymes I kick I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bull**** Fed Up Wit The Bull**** - Big L |
Probably kissed me that same evening I should be hurling
Matta fact, gimme back my bracelet and my stearling I rather waste it or give it for ya girlfriend She did let me stab it last week while you was working Remember our vacation out to Maryland? I dooked the maid Carolyn She made me throw the towel in Like all fool men the times I hit ya moms off I told her knock it off But she had to set the rocket off doom - fancy clown. Every night you hear the bullets blast Even if you in the suburbs every night, you see the footage flash across your screen, I'll tell you my biggest pet peeve You lookin at it thinkin like, "It don't affect me" You livin large I'm thinkin like, "It don't impress me" onebelo - axis. |
Going crazy my heart is breaking
I can't sleep at all Trying to get through this Don't know how I'll do this I know that I only got my self to blame (only got myself to blame) But that doesn't help to ease the pain (doesn't help to ease the pain) I'll just die if I can't see your face Until you come back I can't breath Until you come back I got no reason Got my heart, my heart down on it's knees I still need you beside me I lose myself in all these fights I lose my sense of wrong and right I cry, I cry It's shaking from the pain that's in my head I just wanna crawl into my bed And throw away the life I led But I won't let it die, but I won't let it die But now it's over, it's over, why is it over? We had the chance to make it Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over I wish that I could take it back |
The ending of dogs - pink floyd
Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a pat on the back. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone. I love it. :p: |
Eminem - Amityville - Last Verse
That's why the city is filled with a bunch of ****in idiots still (still) That's why the first mother****er poppin some **** he gets killed (killed) That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville) You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled) Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still) This ain't Detroit, this is mother****in Hamburger Hill! (Hill!) We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot and when the police come we ****in shoot it out with them too! That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here) Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?) While I'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??) Got some registration and just made this **** valid this year? (year?) Cause once i snap i cant be held accountable for my actions and that's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house and collapse the foundation around and they found you and your family in it (AHHHHH!) GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU |
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 |
Los-Say yeah freestyle
They like who the **** is los and Im like who the **** is you I'ma lion no lying I'll be longin the ****in zoo If they lying leave em lying they family **** em too I am custom I am somethin they ain't accustomed to boy I'm the ****ing truth and will I chill never I'm so sick having the flu might make me feel better Lil fella don't stop, for this grill chedda dope gwop, ill leather no top rollin on wheels so big so mean so slick so clean so six oh kings quit jokin nigga this whole thing is berrnanas please pardon my slur grammer I'm just so bizerre that I start stretchin my werd am I gettin on yer nerves Hope so dope flow and I'm los not loso and I'm def not so so but if jermaine wanna throw couple dollars my way lemme know so I'll be down south screwed up tippin on fo fo's dippin on volvos sittin on low pros and im loco not local Im so cool I flow through I go through impossible obstacles Im so close I feel it I kill it like errytime erry line of mine such a phenomenon behind the line of nas and nine and be on my obvious ambiance I think I wrote this in an ambulance My flow is as cold as an avalanche Why do you think that you have a chance if you grab your pants and the **** that I do you would rather dance, with both feet tied I closed these eyes and I wrote these lines So how you gonna read em if you dont read mine and if you read minez please dont read mines; in the bathroom with the lights off in the mirror say it slow three times like candy man i like callin you randy man so give me a hand like the adams family (snap) the adams family (snap) how in the **** would you ever think your man can handle me (snap) not for nothing never happen I be forever rappin, the best until I Will smith and switch it to clever actin Man stop Im the hood hero like han**** I guess we enemies of the state thats why my mans locked Set up the damn shop finish it re-up and stack cuz when you bad boy you gotta dodge the men in black No longer bad boy, but I've been blessed since Now Im bout to fill up banks like im the fresh prince My new motto is keep trying and go through you now flyin with G5.2! |
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 Inspectah Deck on Triumph |
The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe
A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre Digest a group and sell the poop on eBay Danger with the vest screamin "Shoot the DJ!" Doom clickin over two chickens, three-way Four in the 5, a cork on the freeway Villain find a way to make 'em pay whatever we say ... state your intentions "I really love your tape but I hate your inventions" Very well - what you want, a brownie? He took off the mask and whispered "Put me where you found me" He kept his paper digits in a chunk Once joined a rap click - midgets into crunk He did a solo on the oboe Coulda sold a million then the Villain went for dolo ... and cited creative differences Basically they hated, he left no jaded witnesses Rappers suck, when they spit I doubt 'em The crap they sing about you'll wanna slap the {****in ****} out 'em Psht - time waits for no man On a blind date, a love with a slow chrome hand Judged him by his shoes, hot smelly Brogan Budged him with the news, called him pot-bellied Conan ... no prick barbarian A strict bear-atarian, a sick pair of merry men The beat is like a swift kick in the rear end The stiff {****} made her lose her lipstick and hairpin He said "Djamn! Act like you know me Even with the mask on, show me what you owe me" Tell her brush her grill and wash her face and {twat} homey Dumile got her like Inuyasha got Kagome What we have here is a failure to communicate If you gonna hate, might at least get your rumors straight about Doom the Great, a lot more confident Came a long way since the days we had to rhyme for rent It was time well spent, vented Spelt and dented, hell-bented and heaven-scented A wire is dead, he's in it for the cash flow I'd like to send a big up to Firehead Lazzo Let a brother know once you lasso Hasbro So when he come with Destro he gets no hassle ... could hardly get a word in and wonderin what the damage is to retain Harvey Birdman? It's the whole song, but not really any verses, soooo... |
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I think this is awful, generic garbage. here is my personal equivalence. 'I have to go pee pee, then i wipe my ass with TP, got some on the seat said 'hee hee', the teach said who, i said 'me me!', we call my town CC, whic stands for Cape Coral, where chicks do oral, and the scenery is floral, i nutted on a bitch named laurel, there was actually 2 so i'll make it plural, i came on there chins, and then on there shins, then wrote this garbage which trumps your **** in 3.5 mins." |
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I can mingle with the stars and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars, I have just boarded a plane without a pilot And violets are blue, roses are red, Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead. Wish I can give you this feeling I feel like buying, And if my dealer don’t have no more, then I feel like dying. |
It doesn't take much, and that's messed up,
Because these people do a lot of simple **** to impress us, While everyone was tryna outdo the last man, I was just a ghost, tryna catch some Mrs. Pacman, Hello ma'am, would you be interested, In some sexual positions and emotional investments? See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational, When I be askin', yo, where did all the passion go? East Coast, West Coast, Down South, Midwest! Nowadays, everybody knows how to get fresh, Somebody give me a big yes! God Bless America, but she stole the B from Bless, Now I'm too ****ed up to dance, So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants, You can't achieve if you don't take that chance, So go pry open that trunk, and get those amps!! Song: Trying To Find A Balance Verse: First Verse Group: Atmosphere Album: Seven's Travels |
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