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DUBCC - Tha Connection => Outbound Connection => Topic started by: W.S._PoRkS310 on December 07, 2005, 12:19:00 AM
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Wuts The Sickest Verse You Ever Heard???
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prolly somethin from DAT NIGGA KURUPT back in tha day, i dunno, it's impossible to break it down to 1 :P
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Nas on "Verbal Intercourse".
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Nas on "Verbal Intercourse".
yeah that shit on some next level type shit....
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Canibus on Beast from the East Track was by the Lost Boyz
His verse is just :o
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Inspectah Deck on "triumph" .. :o
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
lyrically sick!
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Inspectah Deck on "triumph" .. :o
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
lyrically sick!
I love that verse
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Inspectah Deck on "triumph" .. :o
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
lyrically sick!
I love that verse
i second that
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i love eminems verse on dead wrong
and kurupt has the sickest verse on lets get high just cuz of flow is soo on point
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kurupt has to take it 4 1 of his,
ny ny maybe, stranded on death row, on onsite
infact a doggz day afternoon, that is :o
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In the dead of winter, is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mental as telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Construction of thoughts that's lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons in my zone (zone)
You can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin mantis, leavin battered bodies
on the canvas, the burial ground for clowns
Open casket trackin niggaz down like fuckin basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
and scramble like Randall abusive when I recite
on the stage step out exits with a brand new motherfuckin mic
D-P-G, eliminates the whole area
Beyond the thought dismemberin, motherfuck surrenderin
Who what where, let's tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin, while you and, your chest get fuckin blew in
Provoke us, invade with the superior focus
I'm that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
Impossible to survive, on my arrival when I arrive
it's left to ya instict of survival
Mashin, cashin in chips, I gotta lick sadistic sick mind
They define it I'm mentally sick, and badder
It doesn't matter when you're enterin
You just entered in the war zone all alone
with ya microphone unguarded, I just started
Poetical Poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
Ya forgot I'm down to empty out my clip on ya block
Stop, let the whole place evacuate
Wait until we're face-to-face then it escalates
Duck down, Kurupt clowns niggaz daily, hoes can't play me
Observe I serve those that betray me
kurupt in a doggz day afternoon 8)
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i've heard a lot but i'll mention tech n9ne's " industry is punks"....
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every Kurupt verse on NY, NY
Jay-Z second verse on Diamonds is Forever
Both Pac verses on "Starin at the world through my rearview"
Nas's verse on " Some of em"
Nas's verse on "Its Mine"
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im gonna have to agree with deck on triumph....one of the best verses ever
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Jay-Z's first verse on "Nigga What, Nigga Who"
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kurupt tha kingpin
Got My Mind Made Up:
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
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im gonna have to agree with deck on triumph....one of the best verses ever
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im gonna have to agree with deck on triumph....one of the best verses ever
yeah I agree that verse is the SICKEST verse I have heard...
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kurupt tha kingpin
Got My Mind Made Up:
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
amazing
love that song, with daz's flow on it
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Kurupt "New York, New York" or Prodigy "H.N.I.C."
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Eminem - i'm Back
So I just, throw up a middle finger and let it linger
longer than the rumor that I was stickin it to Christina
Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
it'd be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy you know this!
I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if this chick was my own mother
I still fuck her with no rubber and cum inside her
and have a son and a new brother at the same time
and just say that it ain't mine, what's my name?
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kurupt tha kingpin
Got My Mind Made Up:
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
amazing
love that song, with daz's flow on it
yeah daz's flow is what caught my hear at first then Pac's verse and flow were tight then Kurupt killed it no doubt
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^exactly.
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Both verses on Life's A Bitch
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theres too many to mention but ill just name some off the top of my head that are amazing
Twistas second verse on "Adrenaline Rush"
Crunchy Black on "Oxycotton"
Eminem on "Purple Pills"
Lil' Wayne on "Get Yo Shine On"
Yungstar on "Wanna Be A Baller"
Scarfaces first verse on "Look Me In My Eyes"
Ludacris on "Dis Bitch Dat Hoe"
theres alot more those just came off the top of my head
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kurupt tha kingpin
Got My Mind Made Up:
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
^^^ yea def one of em
and NY NY
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Kurupt on Dogg Pound Gangstaz is also dope as fuck
Now my rhymes, are as potent as pipebombs
It takes time to concoct rhymes like mines
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphones, all set to unload
So, watch the means, watch the zone
I made it different with a million dead mc microphones
And they all wanted back by their peeps
Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
To face a prosecuted life or death mc sentence
Travel through your inner thoughts
Just to vision how far i can get, explore to the inner core
And ain't stopped yet, continue the journey
Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't u-turn me, back... to... reality... where niggaz pack straps
And they mentality react so violently to leave mc's breathin silently
With hollow point talons for the violence
Ain't no harmin me, ain't got no love for no hoes in harmony
It's easy to find mc's to execute
Chances of survival too small to compute
Recognize, like this was samuel sneed
I grip the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
Cause all i see, in my m-i-n-d
Is d-p-g, for l-i-f-e
And all i see, on the m-i-c
Is another mangled mc opposin me
Supposed to be, regulatin in this rap era
Made one error up against the microphone terror
It takes two to tangle
I told daz don't worry like keith murray i'ma strangle
Mc's, with the microphone cord
You don't faze, your thoughts been invaded and explored
I know the ins and the outs to you buddy
I know where you live, and how you make your money
I came to violate you, desicrate you, i create two
Murderous scenes, can you relate to
Damn, Kurupt tore up Dogg Food. Wish he would spit rhymes like this again.
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he raped Dogg Food.....
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two of my favourite verses:
Tech N9ne on Kill Em Off by Yukmouth
and Krayzie Bone on I Dont Give a Fuck by Lil Jon
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THIS IS DOPE
X-Raided - Who Is Y'all Niggaz?
They say when the dog's away the cats'll play
Now X-Raided's back up in this bitch leavin' niggas in your way
Spittin' fire, why you done woke up the dragon?
Thought the Loc was through so niggaz startin' braggin'
about who can fuck with X now really
Who put Sac on the map? was it you? don't be silly
Will he make the beats up? Nigga what?
A 24th Street Rip but even Blood niggas got dubs of my shit
And thug niggas on the Southside - slam X-Raided Loc when they out ridin'
I'm the king of this Sac-Town scene and you peasant
I ran shit in the past well in the future and the present
Yo' meek attempt to diss me was futile boy
I knew you back when you was broke wearin' Bugle Boy
Now you got tattoos, ooh you big killa
I won't hesitate to slap you, you still a bitch nigga
Which nigga want a war with the hardcore?
Load up your .44 playa what you waitin' for?
Lay a motherfucker face down
With bullet holes in your clothes, decapitated and naked from the waist down
I know y'all bustaz remember me
Pumpin' slugs in your dome, lobotomizin' your memory
It's him or me when the war's on
My new tapes out, now the south area's a war zone
I send letters from the pen to my true locs
It's time to ride my nigga, go out and shoot folks
Incarceration ain't workin', my body's locked up but my souls on the streets lurkin'
Perkin' niggaz like Folgers, motivatin' soldiers
To make your set look like your set got wrecked with bulldozers
How many marks can I take in one day?
I'ma need a little help don't trip it's on the way, hey
Display your corpse in the window like a mannequin
Why damagin'
You got no wind and it's plain and simple, name 'em cripple
Get savage when I aim my pistol
Flame a missile through your temple til your brain gristles, dead issue
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two of my favourite verses:
Tech N9ne on Kill Em Off by Yukmouth
and Krayzie Bone on I Dont Give a Fuck by Lil Jon
Krayzie Bone on Getchu Twusted is sick but his 3rd verse is :o His flow is amazing on the track.
Y'all better believe I keep it comin'
Let 'em ride to the rhythm of a criminal, yes sir
I'm willin' ta bet cha' when I unload, I reload
I aim it and dump, dump some mo'
First sucka jump off, it's gon' blow
Then them other niggaz really can't, they don't really
understand how I come back and I manage to do this amount of damage
When they run into the static so you know we get to handlin'
Hangin' out the back, grandaddy of the Cadillac
Better get up off me, I'm a really crabby nigga
If I gotta release it, I guess I gotta be a killa
Get 'em with anotha thrilla, will pop off like a gorilla
They be waitin' on Krayzie 'cause ain't nobody reala (Now)
Everybody wanna know if Krayzie comin' with a gun
And now I make 'em feel it, if ya really think I'm bullshittin'
Blowed up, I'm comin' for ya
Why you on some paranoia, murda mo we go, go, go
Money is the one and only mission
If it's gettin' too heated then nigga stay up out the kitchen
You trippin', you ever need a fixin?
Well come on and see your nigga
The shit I finna bring to these shows will make ya feel it (can ya feel it?)
I be runnin' so fast on a nigga, they don't even see me comin' like Shaq (yup, yup)
But every know and then I gotta catch my wind
so let me take a second catch my breath (whoo)
I'ma take this breatha but you know I won't ease up tonight
(no, I won't ease up tonight)
'Cause I still get at that ass fast or slow (slow)
If you wanna see me with some paper partner pay the price (pay the price)
Who coldest flow? Ho's this you know
Wonder why he spits his best shit on Lil Jon produced tracks ???
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he raped Dogg Food.....
^hahahaaaaa...no doubt.
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Rakim - My Melody
Verse Four:
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor
Melody arranger, poet, etcetera
Extra events, the grand finale like bonus
I am the man they call the microphonist
With wisdom which means wise words bein spoken
Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin
I came to express the rap I manifest
Stand in my way and I'll lead a ??? words protest
MC's that wanna be dissed they're gonna
Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta
All they can go get is me a glass of Moet
A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet
I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin
No fessin, no messin around, no chewin
No robbin, no buyin, bitin, why bother
This slob'll stop tryin fightin to follow
My unusual style will confuse you a while
If I was water, I flow in the Nile
So many rhymes you won't have time to go for your's
Just because of a cause I have to pause
Right after tonight is when I prepare
To catch another sucka duck MC out there
Cos my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe
And after this you'll call me your majesty
My melody...
The whole track is nice by the way
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Krayzie has some dope verses...He has probably the best flow in Hip=Hop when he is at his prime...
This is my favorite verse from his straight gangsta:
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug
Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud
With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside
And I can't escape, some say it's a phase
If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge
It's a raid. Put your face to pave
If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said
"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe
if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit
And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell"
Trail to the back with the money in the sack
Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail
Well, tickets I'm out the door
hopped in the smug, and I break fast
Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth
Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool
I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'
Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya
See, a nigga creep on a come up
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his verse on Mr. Bill Collector is probably his best verse tho:
Don't be fuckin' with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall,
Now dog who ya gonna call?
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off
And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
now test me,
Never ever let a nigga ride when he think he fin to slide,
Pop him in the spine, get him for the money,
Nigga tried to play me and dash,
And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass, then tell he
And me never want to see no,
Oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga ends low,
If he scared to smoke a primo,
Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is a no no.
Gotta make that money man,
Gimme all my change, it's a murder thang, now
Even in the dummy game,
niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim
Now, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge,
leather mask and nigga, me blast,
So ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector,
Rippin' killin' niggas for that mad money thang
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kurupt tha kingpin
Got My Mind Made Up:
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin sac won't collapse
Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin
Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin
Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
amazing
love that song, with daz's flow on it
yeah daz's flow is what caught my hear at first then Pac's verse and flow were tight then Kurupt killed it no doubt
Yeah, that Kurupt verse is one of my favorites
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Crooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animal
That'll dismantle your mandible with a manual
on how to make raps flammable
The King so hand him a crown
I'll push you off a buildin
and write a whole song before you land on the ground
By the time your bodies flatter
Your lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidney
pancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatter
I'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streets
The Hollowman of Eastside Long Beach
Was made to smash and bang
You know what happen to the last rapper
we captured that was after cash and fame
Tech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insane
While Sway choked him out with his own platinum chain
Revolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frame
Carmalita laughed as he grabbed his ass in pain
See, nuthin about these hoggs is cute
We got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suits
Stompin like got rock steel toes
Keep glocks with shots that dive at you
At top speed like jocks tryin to block field goals
Take the speech from a lyricist
And throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…
When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex Trabek
And I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a second
I step in with weapons
That's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestines
Meet death just from flexin
Wait a second, who do you love?
Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio bugged
Just in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Damn, Fuck Bitch Hoe (Backwards)
In my freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!
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I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
"I take 7 ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's 7 more bustas who claim they got heat
And it'll take 7 more C's 'fore I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street" - Tray Deee
I never knew that.... :)
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From every ghetto, verses from Nas and blitz
[Verse 2: Blitz]
It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me
Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me
Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust
Greed and contempt, no street is exempt
Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks
I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks
Oil paintin pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain
Fallin deep into the pits of the game
This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times
Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggaz for the dime
Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside
In the ghetto with a million ways to die
Stayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the game
Exhalin guilt sin and shame, misery and strain
What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax
I stand back, hopin I'll make it through tomorrow
[Verse 3: Nas]
My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes
Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
Got guns when I'm with my daughter
Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
Black princess it's a ugly world
I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
Though my songs come from the Father
I'm lonely...
Hold me, it's gettin' darker
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Andre 3000 from DEEP, from Southernplayalisticcadillacmusic
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be tryin to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps
And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap
Y'all think I'm stupid cuz I shoots 'em up like cupid
And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it
My head's polluted cause I'm zooted, bobbin to the bottom
If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em
But no I don't because I don't be havin funds
The gold that I am wearin is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and makin my neck turn green
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit
I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen
Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin
So you get mad and try to make me inferior
You pissin me off, I'm in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players
That's livin on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Oh and mayor, can I get a little backup
Please don't let them pussy muthafuckas put that flag up
But let me shut up cause they say we need dough
whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back
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Crooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animal
That'll dismantle your mandible with a manual
on how to make raps flammable
The King so hand him a crown
I'll push you off a buildin
and write a whole song before you land on the ground
By the time your bodies flatter
Your lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidney
pancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatter
I'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streets
The Hollowman of Eastside Long Beach
Was made to smash and bang
You know what happen to the last rapper
we captured that was after cash and fame
Tech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insane
While Sway choked him out with his own platinum chain
Revolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frame
Carmalita laughed as he grabbed his ass in pain
See, nuthin about these hoggs is cute
We got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suits
Stompin like got rock steel toes
Keep glocks with shots that dive at you
At top speed like jocks tryin to block field goals
Take the speech from a lyricist
And throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…
When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex Trabek
And I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a second
I step in with weapons
That's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestines
Meet death just from flexin
Wait a second, who do you love?
Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio bugged
Just in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Damn, Fuck Bitch Hoe (Backwards)
In my freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!
That's "The Anthem 7" from Wake Up Show Freestyles Vol. 7 right? Yeah Crooked murdered that track and Planet Asia's verse was also dope, that's what got me to start to pay attention to Crooked & Planet Asia.
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Crooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animal
That'll dismantle your mandible with a manual
on how to make raps flammable
The King so hand him a crown
I'll push you off a buildin
and write a whole song before you land on the ground
By the time your bodies flatter
Your lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidney
pancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatter
I'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streets
The Hollowman of Eastside Long Beach
Was made to smash and bang
You know what happen to the last rapper
we captured that was after cash and fame
Tech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insane
While Sway choked him out with his own platinum chain
Revolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frame
Carmalita laughed as he grabbed his ass in pain
See, nuthin about these hoggs is cute
We got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suits
Stompin like got rock steel toes
Keep glocks with shots that dive at you
At top speed like jocks tryin to block field goals
Take the speech from a lyricist
And throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…
When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex Trabek
And I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a second
I step in with weapons
That's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestines
Meet death just from flexin
Wait a second, who do you love?
Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio bugged
Just in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Damn, Fuck Bitch Hoe (Backwards)
In my freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!
That's "The Anthem 7" from Wake Up Show Freestyles Vol. 7 right? Yeah Crooked murdered that track and Planet Asia's verse was also dope, that's what got me to start to pay attention to Crooked & Planet Asia.
Yup that's it!
Sly Boogy murdered that track as well but Crooked I was on some next level shit. He sounded like he was possessed.
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Biggie - Ready To Die (First Verse)
"As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece
One in the chamber, the safety is off release
Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material for the imperial
mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive
the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G
I'm ready to die and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a jheri curl,
I'm ready to die"
I Love That Shit!
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Tech N9ne's verse on FTI(Fuck The Industry)
You got a smile glarin', cause you get it packed
I got yo gal starin', cause you minute mack
You go yo mouth swearing that yo hit is plack
You hatin' file-sharing cause your shit is wack
Sampled yo CD listened and it was cheesy
No cable box 4 your TV no label watch for your breezy
We ride feel the pain
from inside fuck yo fame cause it died
Said yo thang was about the game claimed
Then he banged but you lied
Bout yo artist but yo artist is the farthest
From the harest but you market
This bark at this bunk dirty carpet
Shit game is out smarted
Oops somebody farted bout to spark this shit
Niggaz are retarded look what you've started
Cerami Mark is pissed
Imma break it down for you clowns
In the industry chain(Fuck perspective Warner Bros., Qwest and JCOR's name)
Strange, we independent and you suckas
Are the enemy you fuckin up the industry
You bustas will remember me
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One of the sickest gotta be...
Andre 3000 (Outkast) - Wheelz of Steel
The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
But for unknown reasons cuz we don't sell dope
That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine
activity, my soliloquoy, may be hard for some to swallow
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call
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Tech N9ne's verse on Kill Em Off
This moment I don't know who to trust, stress might be
Demons commin' on me tight while I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then hit to the bay park late with my nigga Yuk, and get high-fiend
This odd god is not fraud it's broad knowledge
Hot bars from arks snarls to punk college
Park raw shit, park hard, we park my bitch
Awkwards and I spit, you got garbage (jump)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at this (jump)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's inadequate (jump)
Attackers with jackets making the bat and back a bit (jump)
You rappers is whack and this factor is immaculate (jump)
You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (jump)
You crackers we blacker then Shaq and ain't no master shit (jump)
We scrappers and hackers who mast for this (jump)
Sack a magic shit, feel the franticness (jump)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch
crazynessss 8)
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Tech N9ne's verse on Kill Em Off
This moment I don't know who to trust, stress might be
Demons commin' on me tight while I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then hit to the bay park late with my nigga Yuk, and get high-fiend
This odd god is not fraud it's broad knowledge
Hot bars from arks snarls to punk college
Park raw shit, park hard, we park my bitch
Awkwards and I spit, you got garbage (jump)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at this (jump)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's inadequate (jump)
Attackers with jackets making the bat and back a bit (jump)
You rappers is whack and this factor is immaculate (jump)
You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (jump)
You crackers we blacker then Shaq and ain't no master shit (jump)
We scrappers and hackers who mast for this (jump)
Sack a magic shit, feel the franticness (jump)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch
crazynessss 8)
Yeah, Tech N9ne's fucking dope.
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I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
"I take 7 ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's 7 more bustas who claim they got heat
And it'll take 7 more C's 'fore I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street" - Tray Deee
I never knew that.... :)
i think that line was labeled as the 7 Emcee theory or the 21 Emcee Theory. I dont actually remember ;)
its amazing how many rappers have bit Rakim's lines
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2pac's first verse from hail mary is my all time favorite, his flow and the first line he spits are just crazy"
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killin fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary
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Inspectah Deck on "triumph" .. :o
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
lyrically sick!
hell yeah!
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andre 3000 - synthesizer
but i could sit here copy and pasting his lyrics all day
synthesizer, microwave me
give me a drug so i can make 7 babies
pump my breasts up, can you sick the fat up?
please make my life appear like aint no thing as bad luck
my nose aint right think ill get a new one
just take you pick a yellow, red, a black or a blue one
virtual reality, virtual BULLSHIT
synthesizer preachers can reach you up in the pulpit
who a bitch?
give me my gat so i can smoke this nigga
tell his mamma not to cry
cuz they can clone him quicker than it took his daddy to makehim
niggaz bitin verbatim
thought provokin records radio never played dem
instant, quick crits, new, improved, hurry hurry, rush rush,world on the move
mariguana illegal but ciggarattes cool
i might LOOK kinda funny but i aint no fool
now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize
now if you wanna synthesize i emp-athize
but if you synthesize ill understand
your synthesizer man
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How about some of the greatest storytelling ever?
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
in the morning crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
Notorious B.I.G. - Warning
-
I take 7 MC's put em in a line
And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme
Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine
And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
"I take 7 ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's 7 more bustas who claim they got heat
And it'll take 7 more C's 'fore I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street" - Tray Deee
I never knew that.... :)
i think that line was labeled as the 7 Emcee theory or the 21 Emcee Theory. I dont actually remember ;)
its amazing how many rappers have bit Rakim's lines
That's homage, they giving him props
another example of that would be Eminem on I'm back
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Dru Down Feat Yukmouth - 911 Rescue
[Yukmouth 1st Verse]
Walkin down the street watchin ladies
All nighy watchin me was the housing authority, task, and OPD
It's rainin it's porin, do it 2-4 no snorin
Posted on the spot with the glock cuz we warrant
I'm soarin to the top of the deck
Ace in the hole on the grind gigity grind no time fo chasin hoes
Dope fiends love me, come to the spot pushin a buggy filled with kids
"Who got that cola man can you plug me?"
The slugs be on fat but was that a Cadillac
I'm not gun proof some nigga out the sunroof bustin caps
I'm strikin to the bushes but didn't quite make it
They thought it, brakin and takin my shit without my grip I'm naked
I hate it, got smacked across the face wit a sawed off
They roped me up choked me up now I'm hauled off
Wit pumpkin head locked in the trunk
I'm havin flashbacks cuz all I heard was glass packs and hella bump
[without doubt one of the sickest tracks ive ever heard] 8) 8)
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Crooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animal
That'll dismantle your mandible with a manual
on how to make raps flammable
The King so hand him a crown
I'll push you off a buildin
and write a whole song before you land on the ground
By the time your bodies flatter
Your lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidney
pancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatter
I'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streets
The Hollowman of Eastside Long Beach
Was made to smash and bang
You know what happen to the last rapper
we captured that was after cash and fame
Tech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insane
While Sway choked him out with his own platinum chain
Revolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frame
Carmalita laughed as he grabbed his ass in pain
See, nuthin about these hoggs is cute
We got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suits
Stompin like got rock steel toes
Keep glocks with shots that dive at you
At top speed like jocks tryin to block field goals
Take the speech from a lyricist
And throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…
When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex Trabek
And I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a second
I step in with weapons
That's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestines
Meet death just from flexin
Wait a second, who do you love?
Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio bugged
Just in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Damn, Fuck Bitch Hoe (Backwards)
In my freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!
^That's a crazy verse right there.
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This is the art of, manslaughter
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast aint shit without Crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
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As far as some of the greatest storytelling goes:
Kool G Rap
I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin some pickups, deliveries and transportin keys
Yeah they got me like a flunkie
I'm ridin around with ten kilos inside my trunk G
And I'm holdin the suitcase
with a half a million dollars right in my motherfuckin face
And I'm tryin to ignore it
But sometimes I get tempted to make a motherfuckin run for it
The thought alone makes me shiver, damn
What if I get caught? They'll find me floatin in the Hudson river
But if I escape, I'll be in shape for my life
but they might, get my kid and my wife
See I'm supposed to make a stop
to an Uptown spot, run up the block and make another drop
But I got somethin else in mind
Cause I'm sick of puttin my motherfuckin ass on the line
I got the money and the hit
Went through the Brook nonstop cause I ain't droppin off shit
Then I thought of a plan
So I droves to my house and got my girl and my little man
C'mon bitch, pack the shit, get ready
"God damn why your face all sweaty?"
Just hurry up and get the shit
I'm a dead man bitch, understand, we gotta split
I switched the locks on the door
Started packin like I was goin on a motherfuckin world tour
Grabbed my bags and my gun
C'mon we gotta go... I'm on the motherfuckin run
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This one is one of my favorites:
[Kurupt on Lyrical Gangbang]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat
Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm livin large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggots
This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless
Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this
Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga
Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
you wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
here to torment I put track on crack
And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
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Two of my Favs,
Bizzy on Mr. Bill Collector
Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin'
Steadily all the way to the other side we ride,
Sherm, when I hit that corner now, niggas is 'bout to die,
Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland,
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't f**k with brains,
Put in my mind all off on my murder,
Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene.
Clean, and I'm out to fade 'em.
Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em,
Better pray to save 'em, but it won't do any good, now.
Bang bang, caution I lossin' me brain,
Get 'em up off the 'cane, bang,
Kill a nigga, bang,
Peel a trigger, bang,
Comin' up out to wet 'em, man.
Off with the blood,
Put 'em in the mud with a slug thug gotta get paid,
Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells,
No slippin' the buck and the gauge spray,
Sawed-off on the block cocked, ready to pop ya, now,
'Cause broke gets played,
This dope get paid,
And nigga, come drop it down
Andre 3000 on Y'all Scared
Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense
Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint)
At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint'
Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went
Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed
Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped
Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack
was introduced to hispanic communities and blacks
But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention
Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it
Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded
You scared, she scared, they scared, I said
they scared they scared to talk about it
bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it
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How about some of the greatest storytelling ever?
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
in the morning crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
some people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my little Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggas
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
know they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
Notorious B.I.G. - Warning
yea and cant 4get "gimme the loot" the greatest split personality ever in rap...
My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."
Yes, love love you're fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant
I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the paper at?
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Too hard to name the absolute favourite one, it kinda varies by mood. But I will mention a few cool ones:
Kurupt on "Got My Mind Made Up". That's some hot shit right there.
Eminem on "Renegade". Both his verses on there are fire. Nas said it: Em murdered Jay on his own shit.
This is more on the old' school gangsta shit tip, but I love D.O.C. and especially Ice Cube on "Parental Discretion Iz Advised". There's just something about it when Cube starts off: "I be what is known as a bandit, you gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it, 'cause if you fail to see, read it in braille it'll still be funky..."
Man all these great verses start poppin' into my head. I'll go listen to some records.
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Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
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What’s a ghetto nigga, thorough niggas that get cake
Five boroughs of niggaz do hits and flip weight
Change garments to trick Jake, yo dis jake
I warning, yo I got warrants in six states
Stay calm in a stolen whip with switched plates
Snitches hate I never leave a print to trace
Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face
In the corner with the crooked niggas
But yo shit's straight
We start wars with 357 revolvers
Sell case never touch the floor
Sticky aint slick enough y'all
I'm man enough to put on a dress
To creep up like grand-moma and bust y'all
Get close enough to part your vest and touch y’all
Who would have thought the lady with the car would crush y'all
Too smart to get caught
But I got fam up north
So if they put me in cuffs and court
fuck y'all
Rakim "I AM" from G-deps album
But how can I pick just one verse.....there all sick. I can go on an on....
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i gotta agree with whoever said Inspectah Deck on Triumph...man when i first heard that i was blown away...theres a few more, AZ on life's a bitch, and a few of Nas's verses from Illmatic spring to mind...
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2 verses from one of the G.O.A.T.'s if not THE G.O.A.T.
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher
The Watcher
Thinkin of a master plan
You know anything you need baby ask your man
You was there from a half a gram
Now it's kilos to C-notes and high fashion brands
We ball like we own the world
The only concern is you my only girl
And when we speakin in tongues
Breathin hard when I'm squeezin your lungs
Keep it strong, but I gotta hit the streets when I'm done
It's joy and pain, when you tryin to get ahead of the game
It's fucked up, but you never complain
You just pray I don't get killed when I hit the hood
Just another hundred mill' and I'ma quit for good
No more drug wars trips to jail and shootouts
Gettin loot out for lawyers and bail'll get you boot out
Just me and you, high off sex and twisted
You OG'd and you OD addicted
Addicted (Remix)
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Nas on I can! 2nd Verse!
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2 verses from one of the G.O.A.T.'s if not THE G.O.A.T.
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher
The Watcher
Thinkin of a master plan
You know anything you need baby ask your man
You was there from a half a gram
Now it's kilos to C-notes and high fashion brands
We ball like we own the world
The only concern is you my only girl
And when we speakin in tongues
Breathin hard when I'm squeezin your lungs
Keep it strong, but I gotta hit the streets when I'm done
It's joy and pain, when you tryin to get ahead of the game
It's fucked up, but you never complain
You just pray I don't get killed when I hit the hood
Just another hundred mill' and I'ma quit for good
No more drug wars trips to jail and shootouts
Gettin loot out for lawyers and bail'll get you boot out
Just me and you, high off sex and twisted
You OG'd and you OD addicted
Addicted (Remix)
I was going to post that watcher verse. That Rakim verse is fuckin sick.
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Nas on "Verbal Intercourse".
yup, my standard answer for this standard thread. First time I heard Cuban Linx I was like goddamn, he just killed that whole fuckin masterpiece of a rap record
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Nas on "Verbal Intercourse".
yup, my standard answer for this standard thread. First time I heard Cuban Linx I was like goddamn, he just killed that whole fuckin masterpiece of a rap record
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
these lyrics are unbelivable but when nas flows this shit over this RZA beat it feels like your listening to something unatural...
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stop reliveing rape fantasys on aninternet message forum
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^ :eh:
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canibus on 'beasts from the east'
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My faves are kinda onesided but well...
Bizzy´s verse on "Creepin on ah Come Up" , especially this part... I don´t know how often I listened to just this part....
"Nigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage
Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremble
Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms
It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em
Don't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks
and I know y'all got some shit
Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'
Ladies and babies scream onto the floor
("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools
Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese
and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'?"
Basically every verse on "Ganksta Attitude" by Bone altough my real favorite has to be Wish´s part where he goes...
"The bigger my trigger
The deader your nigga is found on your doorstep
So how do you figure that you'll be the one
To unload in my fuckin' chest
So when you catch me steppin'
I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and
Why you trip and find your clip
And tell your bitch to suck my dick
Wish Bone'll pop that ass quick, fool
Don't try to fuck with this ganksta attitude"
I always hoped that Wish´s solo album would be similar to his style on this track.. back then he was too dope... too bad he changed his style to repeating words and rhyming car with car and so on.. lol
Part of BG Knocc Out´s verse on "Do or Die"...
"Two funerals in one week so now I gotta suit up
one I will attend, the other one I´m gonna shoot up.."
.. and way more.. those just popped in my head...
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Dr. Dre on "Bitches Aint Shit"
"I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a muthafucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at"
This is not the best verse, but it's a tight one...
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R.A Rugged Man on Chains:
I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown
It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my guts
All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts
Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us
Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal
Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal
Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical
Yeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky with it
It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it
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gotta agree that krayzie bone might have 1 of the best flows in rap :o
1 that comes to kind is krayzies verse in mr bill collector
Don't be f**kin' with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall,
Now dog who ya gonna call?
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off
And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can't f**k
me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
now test me,
Never ever let a nigga ride when he think he fin to slide,
Pop him in the spine, get him for the money,
Nigga tried to play me and dash,
And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass, then tell
he
And me never want to see no,
Oh jealous muthaf**ka tried to keep a nigga ends low,
If he scared to smoke a primo,
Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is a no no.
Gotta make that money man,
Gimme all my change, it's a murder thang, now
Even in the dummy game,
niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim
Now, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge,
leather mask and nigga, me blast,
So ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector,
Rippin' killin' niggas for that mad money thang
still speaking bout bone , i have to mention wish's verse on crossroad(original version)
Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggaz had to die, so much pain
Even niggaz in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie's brain
And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs
Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away
And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk
Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk
Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men
Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend
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The whole song "Mathematically Aware" by Common and Canibus. That song is so sick.
Canibus-Come sicker than devil worshipers at catholic church services
Common-With mike mechanism's, I desect the rythm, move the crowds with kinetic wisdom.
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People won't give it respect because it's so pop, and it's not the sickest... but it's one of.
Eminem - The Real Slim Shady
I'm like a head trip to listen to
cause I'm only giving you things
you joke about with your friends inside you livin' room
the only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of ya'll and I don't gotta be false or sugar coated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it (riiip)
I just shitted it better than 90% you rappers out can
then you wonder how can
kids eat up these albums like valiums
it's funny,cause at the rate I'm going when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin off wit' Jergens (lotion)
and I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of viagra isn't working
and every single person there's a slim shady lurkin
he could be workin at burger king, spittin on your onion rings
or in the parking lot, circling, screamin I dont give a fuck
with his windows down and his system up
so will the real shady please stand up
and put one of those fingers on each hand up
and be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how's it go? ...........
As far as a comedy routine that shit is great.
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if you're gonna mention Eminem i'd have to go with
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
Renegade
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some of you guys picking some average verses lol
az on lifes a bitch
kool g rap on the symphony
nas on many verses on illmatic
ghost face on tony/montana
pac's first verse on hail mary
jerus second verse on come clean
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couple off the top of my head are:
ice cube - Hand of the dead body
raekwon - Skew it on the bar-b
eminem - Patiently waiting
big syke - All eyez on me
common - Respiration
snoop - Deep cover
Kurupt - Who got some gangsta shit
game - Stomp
dre 3000 - Art of storytelling
dr dre - U know
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don't laugh at me but the mostr on point flow i've ever heard was Ludacris on Chingys "Holidae In"
Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In
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The Best Story Telling Is Ice Cube On "Alive on Arrival"
Down at the best spot
Its me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot's hot and everybody nervous
That's when the blue car served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big Tom had to push us
13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
For they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why I dropped out
Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out
So now I gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
Tryin to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to MLK
That the county hospital jack
Where niggaz die over a little scratch
Still sittin in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse I'm gettin kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
Then I heard "freeze nigger don't move"
Yo, I didn't do a thing
Didn't wanna go out like my man Rodney King
Still got gaffled
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
Now I'm handcuffed
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes
And I'm a victim of neighborhood crime
I need to see a MD
And ya'll mothafuckers giving me the third degree
Look at the waiting room
Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
Nobody gettin help
Since we poor
The hospital move slow
Now I'm layed out
People steppin over me to get closer to the tv
Just like a piece of dog shit
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of M*A*S*H
And when I'm almost through
They call my name and put me on ICU
Halfway dead
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Now the trauma starts
Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
So I begin the ass kissin
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an IV
That's when I start cussin
Police steady askin me who did the bustin
Why oh why can't I get help
Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin
So at 10 P.M. I was Audi 5000
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The Whole Death Certificate Album Is full of Dope Verses.
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Eminem - Renegade, and The Sauce
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"Fuck a bitch, don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!" - Kurupt
;D ;D ;D
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lol my fav has to be kurupt on still ballin wit pac the og version his flow is amazin on that track but they replace him wit trick daddy wtf!
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GhostFace-Tony Montana
I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen
Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winning
All the position's ive been in couldn't explain how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen
Here take a listen I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision
Sealing bags in the kitchen
Slinging crack to these pigeons
For the fact that I'm driven
My linebackers is missing
Send you back and good rides
Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden
Keep my gun hidden niggaz is bitches signing petitions
And they providing convictions
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
My riders ride on a mission for snitching
You get your back blown right out of commission
Youll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes
Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses
Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors
Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents
The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures
We click on religious niggaz for acting too superstitious
Move cause the group is viscous
Shoot if you want your wishes to blow
See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches
Cormega
Yo, truer lyrics were praised, the listeners craved
To hear our camera's get caned, the rooftop
Where the dealers will hang, and bubblegooses
And sheepskins, and DJ's play the song cuz they love the music
Way before producers, were gettin' paid for beats
Marley Marl was loopin', he made ya'll able to eat
And B-Boy's were battlin', that stay key on Allington
After school we watched Good Times and bust heroine
When Melle Mel made the Message, it was monumental
Not only was it dope, it also spoke on our issues
Like Public Enemy, my memories, essentially ill
Like hip hop was meant to be, KRS, Audio Two
Treacherous Three, Fearless Four, Furious Five
Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde, when T-La Rock was in his prime
He spit rhymes, like no one other in his time
When the cannon gettin' fly, Slick Rick, never improvise
L Rock the Bells, DMC rocked cazelles with shells
Skill matter, fuck ya rims and your record sales
Hip hop is Stetsasonic and Mantronic
Ultramagnetic, Schooly D, and Bambataa
When Houdini made friends, it was well spoken
Beretta magic had their rivalry, radio was doper
Masters of Ceremony, Steady P, Dimples D
Then Just Ice, Latoya, hit the streets
Then we got the era of EPMD
The Juice Crew, MC Lyte, and BDP
Main Source breakin' atoms, had amazin' rappin' and beats
Not basically sampling, artist need to regain the passion
It doesn't matter if your chain is platinum
It's what you is average, you would not be mentioned with the greatest rappers
Hip hop is like Egypt, produced from it's greatest to sadness
The industry's enemy, truth that's invading our palace
They steal our culture, desipate our sculptures and claim
The best rappers the complexion of the Roman leader known as Ceaser
I don't believe 'em, I seek knowledge, the Brand Nubian
The soul of Pete Rock, the vibe of the Tribe
Heart of GangStarr, the braves of Diggin' In the Crates
I'm Kool like Moe Dee, vocally I innovate
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"Fuck a bitch, don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!" - Kurupt
;D ;D ;D
Shut the fuck up bitch,
Eat a dick bitch,
Eat a bowl of shit bitch,
Munch on a mouthful of balls, in halls and malls
Just shut the fuck up bitch and work your jaws.
Take a pill bitch, chill bitch.
Jerk your jaws,
Eat the pussy in then work the walls.
I seen that nigga last week it's like this,
What a hoe ass nigga, he still in love wit the bitch.
:) :) :) ;D
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2pac, Strictly for my NIGGAZ, 2nd verse
Reflected and disrespected, plus I'm rejected
You're just another rapper, who swears he's makin records
That's what they said - whenever I would walk by
I never tripped though - always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes a brighter day
And some would say, that turned away is all you'll get
I just said, "bet," and never let 'em see me sweat
Cause in the end, I knew that I would have it all
while non-believers, were prayin for my downfall
And some would call, and tell me that they wish me well
but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell
Yo get a real job, rappin doesn't pay the rent
I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went
Never surrender, it's all about the faith you've got
Don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
And if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
Be true to you, and that way you can never fall
But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
Just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
And when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
And there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
And when you reminisce, thinkin how you got dissed
remember how it felt, and then remember this
Be true to you, believe that there's no one bigger
Cause they can all suck dick - it's strictly for my niggaz
2pac, Last Words
Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black
Sit back
Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back
Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker
[Boom, Boom] Mama ain't raised no suckers
Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked
Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets?
Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same
Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained
That's why we burn shit and wreck
Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet
You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price
Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life
It's on, the next real nigga fall dead
Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start loc'in up
United we stand divided we fall
They can shoot one nigga
But they can't take us alll
Let's get along with the Mexicans
And we can all have peace on the sets again
Imagine that if it took place [ha ha ha]
Keeping the smile off their white fakes
I ain't racist but lets trade places
Trace the hate 'n face it
One nigga teach two niggas
three teach four niggas
And them niggas teach more niggas
And when we blast
That'll be the biggest blast you've heard
And them is my last wordz
2pac, Me Against the World, 2nd verse
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
2pac, God Bless the Dead, 2nd verse
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die will they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
{Fuck the police} and all the courts, same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind I can see it comin
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm comin at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead
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The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
.. I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em..} It's my son he's hurtin me
{And he's a felon..} On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
while you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts
Terror illistrates my era
now i cant hang around my momma
cause i scare her
Im quick to blast motherfucker
(yeah whats up)
it feels like im bustin a nut
when i open you up
cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
cause im givin dirt naps
comin with them bomb ass raps
to make your lungs collapse
perhaps, you never sleep
cause evertime you doze
you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
aint seen the sun, in 66 days
let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^
I never ever ever made a ho stay
but Im down with Dre
like AC is down with OJ
so fuck how your livin
Im the unforgivin
psycho drivin
murdera
its authentic
dont panic
i cant stand it
God Damn it
Scizophrenic
so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON
Ill snatch him out of his truck
hit em with a brick
and I'm dancin
Iam gettin dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like
a frisbie
Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl
No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration
30 years is what Im facin
but give me 7 seas and 11 gees
I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its
knees
Nigga please I got enough guns
To fill the empire state building full of 1's
Go to school is what you tell us
But nigga's in school is scared of the Goodfellas
We got the Yayo you can just say no
But nobody makes a fuckin move untill I say so
That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be
Kids when you grow up who the fuck you wanna
be?
Like me ya black superhero
Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
Ya honor Im have to get rid of ya
Because it aint no trivia about my house in WEST BOLIVIA
Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss
Them swim the big fish
YOU fuckin guppies!!!!!!!!
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some sick shit from triple 6
Nigga don't you know that Lord can make your life a living hell
And I mean that literally, the place where demon spirits dwell
Empty all the buck-shot shells, make your fucking body smell
I can fuck you up somewhere, to where you were they cannot tell
Fuck me with me, you fucking with the best
Nigga so all you fucking with the wrong one
I will hit you with the milli-milli gun, got a millimeter gun
Blow out ya lungs
Like them old I-Tal-Ians, Mafia, devil son
When you see me coming, better run for fucking cover bum
(BLITE!) AK, SK, .44, Tre-8
This body kinda heavy, D.O.A., air away
Bitch you better take notes, 'fo you end up cut-throat
And ya on the ground bro', with your fuckin' shirt soaked
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo, blow a nigga out his clothes
Come out the trench-coat with a Sawed-Off, and lay me down a hoe
So if you think ScareCrow ain't a gangsta come and test the waters
You will be de-slaughtered, the dearly departed
-Lord Infamous 'Fuck That Shit'
They never take me alive, I'm getting high with my .45
Stash in my ride, watching haters in they eyes
I rather go in a blaze then be taken by some bitches
I seem I'm doing better since I got away from snitches
I'm the rawest, quick the break the laws
Really all they saw is, how quick I broke his jaw
Your dog DJ Paul AKA the K.O.'Em (Memphis)
Slap niggers in they mouth cause they act like women
We out the fucking frizame, we're off the fucking chizain
I keeps me a tone, don't you dare step to me mane
I lives in the south where them thugs outta control
You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold
I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns
I love to load bullets in they back when they run
These niggaz talk shit around they click just for fun
But see 'em in the streets the motherfuckers play dumb, nigga!
-DJ Paul 'Wolf Wolf'
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Paris, Sheep to the Slaughter
Easily I approach, the microphone, in this land of jokes
Can't leave it alone, cause ya know, I could see right though
Corrupt plans and these bullshit scams and untruths
We livin' in a maze, different days and times
The world is a stage, most truth is a lie
In this propaganda matrix, the sheep just die
For these murderous conservatives with corporate ties
Deny knowledge of the truth, ignorin' the poor
They just human ammunition for these capital wars
Just human ammunition and collateral d
That's why millions of us holla risin' up in the streets
And when ya see me understand I'm representin' a voice
The majority would feel if ever given a choice
I don't need this seedy media they only annoy
Cause the only ones that wanna scrap ain't never deployed
Who do the fightin' for these rich white folks, and they wars
No it ain't Drew Carey, Dennis Miller or stars
Fox News, Mike Savage, Bruce Willis or Rush
Won't be MSNBC, CNN or a Bush
Never Toby Keith, Hannity, O'Reilly or Clint
Ain't ClearChannel - know they ain't supportin' dissent
Ain't Blair, Kid Rock, or Tom Cruise or vows
Of James Woods, Rob Lowe, Tom Selleck or Powell
Not Arnold Schwarzenegger, he ain't gonna shoot, or
Ted Nuget cause in war the targets got weapons too
Ain't Cheney, Rumsfeld, Halliburton or Ridge
Or Ann Coulter, or Joseph Lieberman or the rich
Or any bitch up in congress, they just make laws
When it comes to fightin' - we the ones that end up in gauze
So when you say "support that murderer," I have no applause
Even if he got his jumpsuit on - we pay the cost
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some of you guys picking some average verses lol
word...For example:
"The bigger my trigger
The deader your nigga is found on your doorstep
So how do you figure that you'll be the one
To unload in my fuckin' chest
So when you catch me steppin'
I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and
Why you trip and find your clip
And tell your bitch to suck my dick
Wish Bone'll pop that ass quick, fool
Don't try to fuck with this ganksta attitude"
ok, he can flow it, but what the hell is so great about this?
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lol my fav has to be kurupt on still ballin wit pac the og version his flow is amazin on that track but they replace him wit trick daddy wtf!
no shit huh, those verses are fuckin dope no doubt
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Pharoahe Monch on Murda 1 Case with Dj Quik and KK
What the fuck do we have here?
Pharoahe Monch, let's make one thing clear
Forget the tiger, I admire the eye of the bull
Spit it for the critics and the undesirables
Quik beats bang like street gangs in inner city
I Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like shit ain't shitty
Shitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBay
So advanced when I rhyme that you need time de-lay
These three and up company like Jack Tripper
To get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack the Ripper
Tripped ya, the slumpture slasher
will rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastor
You know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermind
with disastrous raps hard to find or follow
The motto - DJ Quik shit
hit mo' frequently than quick-pick lotto
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just a few of my favorites...
common
:I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searchin for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it
Players is gettin traded
I drop a gem off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so bangin niggaz say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision
Crews is gettin split like decisions
Com will let it ride in collision
Vision like Coleco or tele, I battle stars in stellar...
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring
Now, it's teethin
My reason of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and regions divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin the swine
Verbal vegeterian, squashed beef with Ice Cube
Came in this rap life nude
Now I'm fully clothed with flows
You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in videos
With classic material, imperial and rugged like
Got mag, but my slugs a mic
You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a muthafucka night
Oracle arouse, niggaz don't even run for cover right
Downtown interracial lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy like an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Stone Isle profile
Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild
Hold mics like a second nut until the second comin
Hummin comin towards you with power like forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm Explorin you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I stay cordial
Flowin room temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf. Soft like Tiger Woods
And real nigga angles I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin and less savin
A praise in hell, raisin heaven
Like the bill on my pager leavens
What you should have known from day one
You will on day seven
kool g rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
lord finesse
Check the referral, man my whole squad's thorough
We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough
We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream
You got some nice players they just on the wrong team
Nahmean...as the world turns
Avoid concern we'll set you straight like a perm
Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile
Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils
Be the cat with the groovy soul
Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles
You know the deal I represent skills
And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil
On the real thats my motto
To hard to follow
When dinasour perform goin out like bravado
Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model
D.I.T.C. we be them cats to tomorrow
bloodshed
Yo, I'm mad vexed, give me your address
And I'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver
As the bullets travel through your liver
This nigga bloodshed is mad rough
Battling me is like jumping inside a river while you're handcuffed
My fist is more nastier than Travel Fox
My silhouette inside intensive care, because I like to shadowbox
My gat makes more noise then Roman candles
I stay in murder scandles, and dust the fingerprints of burner handles
And I left Jehovah slain, I don't cry over pain
Cause I puff fat dimes of novacaine
Murder astrologist, mad cases of manslaughter
I rape this man's daughter, then put the shit on cam corder
Put it for sale on 2-5th and 8th
Her pops tried to flex and bass, then the tech correct
and spit in his face, her brother dice tried to get shiest
So I took his life, with a knife, then asked him twice about his fucking son and wife
After that, I load the gat and let the lead start flying
That shit is death defying, now you need dental records to identify him
I had beef with this Priest his name was father Clyde
This how he died, I had seven put on his side, and fulled him with formaldehyde
I get more high then frequencies, no one gets ass deep as me
Your worst nightmare, don't sleep on me
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Eminem - "Open Mic"
Verse 1:
I'll have you taken back to Christ when you sacrifice
The way you acting slice when I tear your back with knifes
Jacking life's of MC's, now I'm set to launch a plan
For blowing up the stage with illegal contraband
A stomped your man so unless you want what he got
You better set the mic down, I'm steaming like a teapot
I'll make the tea hot, people get in my face and ask
If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask
It's an amazing task to battle with success
I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less
And in a slug fest I get physical like physicians
Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions
Wicked wizardry, like a sorcerer and no remorse for you
When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra
So feel the force of my spiritual images
Slicing up an enemy's appendages till he hemorrhages
My skin itches every time a rapper recites
And when he's through with his verse, I'm all covered in flea bites
You wanna see fights I got a match for you
You couldn't flip shit playing in toilets with a spatula
and verse 2:
You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespecting me
You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a tech to me
Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier
Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria
Materially, killing serially, clearly you'll see
How much in fear when u hear me you'll be
Shiver and shake, quiver and quake
Bite a rhyme and rip it off then stiffer and ache, whither and break
You slithering snake, gibbering fake, fibbering flake
I'll twist you into a different shape
And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake
If this is a dream you'd wish you can wake
Every dis you can take, personal
We ain't friends trying to make amends
If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take a fence
I make intense masterpieces and smash to pieces
Your last releases, you bad diseases, that's the reason
I'm showing you the proper way to operate a mic
So pass it like a hot potato
I've never been less than clever and fresh
Severing flesh of fools who never impressed I can confess
Edit: Not the sickest verses ever, but some of Eminem's best since y'all were posting verses by Eminem...
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"Before I even step motherfuckers hit the deck
I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool
I fet's my own back in a strap
But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch)
Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches
So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga
I knew he was a fuckin' punk
So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the fuckin' truck"
He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts
Ready to get wrecked
Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a fuck
And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose)
Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop
Check me out peep how all who withstand
Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand" - Kurupt in "Dogg Pound 4 Life"
"Have you ever heard of a slughter, I oughta start dippin
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
I don't slips I bangs
with that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
Kurupt from the S.C
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
when I cause holocoust from what's spittin
Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin
Look, this is how it's done nigga (one two three)
I grab my strap you best run nigga
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Littlest G, with the biggest dick" - Kurupt in "Whay Would U Do?"
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Oh yea...can't forget KRS 1's sick ass wordplay
KRS-One - The Sound of The Police
Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
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rip slim shady
I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds
Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out like Sanford snippits
Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it
I'ma let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum
But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage
Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and left rich
Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage
Smoked out like Eckridge
Band just making my neck itch
What the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast
Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips
Slap hips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, than probably one of us broke in
what a wonderful day; I should go outside and play
Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate
Hi renee! (oh hi!) I was just about to toss a live grenade
In your driveway (what? ) and drive away (* car peels out *)
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with aids
Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache
You talk a lotta shit, but you was never ill though
I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh (mooooo!)
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin wars, went on stage and sprayed cage with +agent orange+
And wiped my ass with his page in source (here!)
The demon is here, steamin this year
I rip [*mystikal's*] voicebox out, scream in his ear (ahhhhhh!)
It's not a gimmick bitch, it's an image I live it
Give a fuck? i don't know what a fuck is to give it
"yeah I don't think this guy is well.." I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
[* impersonating method man *]
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Just your nutsack by itself
And bang them shits with a spiked bat
Cut your neck off and sew your head right back
And leave you like that
You just triggered the prick who just mixed liquor
Who's itchin to leave you disfigured and stiffer than chris-topher
Reeves, I was teething with strep throat
While your mother was breastfeeding
And gave her the flesh-eating disease
I'm iller than takin a hammer and beatin your knees
And walkin through south central l.a., bleedin in jeans
(am I a blood or a crip? ) wakin up the next day in breathin machines
Flashin back to being shot and repeatin the scenes
On how you just got smoked, and if you do live
You'll be too scared to tell it, like a biggie and 'pac joke
I'm *Nicer than Pete*, but I'm on a *Serch* to crush a *Miilkbone*
I'm *Everlast-ing*, I melt *Vanilla Ice* like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than *snow* season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
*look at the wordplay on the white rappers
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^can you hook up the song to the 2nd lyric in the middle
ah never mind I found it again! thanks for gettin me back into this
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Rugged Man on J-Live & R.A. the Rugged Man - Give it Up
Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush
Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Out in so-fuck, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally illy
Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy
All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you listening
Littering written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him
Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit him
Did he did it, or did he didn't, admit it
Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women
Every minute they in it, don't be
Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it
Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking shit
I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick
ITS SO SICK!!
the whole track is hooked up.... you know where
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2pac - heartz of men.... deep off the wall shit right there...
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i've heard a lot but i'll mention tech n9ne's " industry is punks"....
this verse is crazy
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dont sleep on ra rugged man!
hey this is my 1000th post!
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Jeru the Damaja - Mental stamina
The fact alone that the thread about this song got no replies at all, really shows you how underrated the track is. Some people really need to wake up.
http://www.dubcnn.com/connect/index.php?topic=98402.0
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^please educate the masses...hook up his albums ;D.
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^please educate the masses...hook up his albums ;D.
yeah that shit was dope
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Common - 6th Sense, 2nd and 3rd verses
In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I order fries
Inspiration when I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table from corporate lies
Immortilized by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a movie I'd be theme music
My music, you either fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to scheme through it
Through my shell, never knew what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want millions
More than money saved, I wanna save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me remembers the basement
I'm Morpheus in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit
Somedays I take the L to gel with the real world
Got on at 87th, stopped by this little girl
She recited raps, I forgot where they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she made brothers cum
I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected
How many dead folks this art resurrected
How many nations this culture connected
Who am I to judge one's perspective?
Though some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating
I just want to innovate and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the times
Escape through rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals letting the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I appreciate this moment in time
Ball players and actors be knowing my rhymes, it's like
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quik's verse from loyal to the game remix
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Andre 3000
Twice upon a time there was a boy who died twice
and lived happily ever after but that's another chapter
live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
& beauty parlors & baby bottles & bowling ball Impalas
& street scholars that's majoring in culinary arts
You know how to work bread cheese & dough
from scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
Know what ya sellin' what ya bought so cut that big talk
Let's walk to the bridge now meet me halfway
now you may see some children dead off in the pathway
it's them poor babies walkin' slowly to the candy lady
It's lookin' bad need some hope
like the words maybe, if, or probably more than a hobby
when my turntables get wobbly they don't fall
I'm sorry y'all I often drift I'm talkin' gift
so when it comes you never look the horse inside it's grill
of course you know I feel like the bearer of bad news
Don't want to be it but it's needed so what have you
Now question is every nigga with dreads for the cause?
Is every nigga with golds for the fall? Naw
So don't get caught in appearance
it's Outkast Aquemini another Black experience
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Kurupt- Smooth
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Canibus on Beast from the East Track was by the Lost Boyz
His verse is just :o
"Make you put your hands on your head like you was doing situps."
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A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II
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Rakim on Jay-Z's The Watcher 2
Notorious BIG on Puffy's Young G'z
Mack 10 on The Gangsta, the Killa and the dope dealer
Ice Cube on DOC's The Shit
Snoop Dogg on Many Many (with Busta Rhymes)
Snoop Dogg on Welcome to Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast remix)
2Pac on the 1st verse of Ambitionz As A Ridah
Method Man on Hit em High
2Pac on Never B peace
MC Eiht on 1st verses of CMW's Hood Took Me Unda and The Hood is Mine
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jim jones - weatherman
I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney)
I'm fittin to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Ballin gettin high throwin dolla's from the sky (balllllin)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin)
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive (Speedin)
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standin on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain't slippin got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa)
That mean you diggin you a deep grave
Nigga's Jump yo ass have 'em missin you for 3 days (Where he at?)
Cam says that this nigga's a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga's a sucker (Ya heard that? Capo)
:o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
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A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II
RIP Prodigy :'(
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A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II
RIP Prodigy :'(
LOL
so true
He used to give me the chills
I heard him on some new shit and he sounded much better then he has lately
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Canibus brings the sickest drama //
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor //
I smack bitches for trying to suck dick through a condom //
Playing with the mic is something I won’t do //
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you //
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to //
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you //
Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven, putting emcee’s in //
Positions to prevent them from breathing //
I make you question any, and everything you’ve ever believed in //
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readings //
What’s the matter with y’all, I splatter y’all //
Against the mother fucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult //
None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle //
I go on and on, like Erykah Badu //
A hundred times nicer than the best there is //
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who want to test this? //
Fuck y’all, you don’t impress me and no one can test me //
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me //
All that shit you popping will stop, when I put you in a headlock //
And apply pressure until I crush your mother-fucking noggin //
I grab mics and push niggas to the left //
So fast, their hearts end up on the right side of their chests //
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this //
Lyrical genius, I got it sowed like a seamstress //
But if you want to battle, I’m down //
If you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now //
Step up, and get your neck cut, from ear to ear //
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard //
I’m the illest from Queens to the New Jerusalem briddicks //
Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidit, can suck my didick //
You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitting //
More than fifty bars per minute, ‘cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness //
Kicking boring raps, with metaphors that’s wack //
All of y’all mother fuckers need Nordic Track //
To get your weight up, fucking with Canibus, you get ate up //
Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up //
Been rocking longer than niggas twice my age //
Back in the days, before Bob Marley was rocking a fade //
Before Honest Abe signed the paper to free slaves //
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves //
I existed, in the Garden of Eden, getting lifted //
Sticking dick in Eve, before she was Adam’s mistress //
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness //
The Canibus is spitting, ‘till he’s spit less //
Fifty bars of total sickness, you won’t forget this //
I’m putting every wack emcee alive on my shit list //
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted //
Took you a minute, to exhibit, that I’m sick with it //
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit //
Going once, going twice, sold to that nigga named Canibus //
Me and Mr. Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor //
Hopping out of the Hue helicopter to Suey-chop you //
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canibus - desparados
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A great verse from one of the best hip-hop songs ever!
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Pt II
RIP Prodigy :'(
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Canibus brings the sickest drama //
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor //
I smack bitches for trying to suck dick through a condom //
Playing with the mic is something I won’t do //
My only concern when I approach you, is to roast you //
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to //
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you //
Defeating, niggas like Segal Steven, putting emcee’s in //
Positions to prevent them from breathing //
I make you question any, and everything you’ve ever believed in //
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readings //
What’s the matter with y’all, I splatter y’all //
Against the mother fucking wall with these raw lyrics I catapult //
None of y’all got the balls big enough to battle //
I go on and on, like Erykah Badu //
A hundred times nicer than the best there is //
Twice as arrogant as KRS is, who want to test this? //
Fuck y’all, you don’t impress me and no one can test me //
An emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me //
All that shit you popping will stop, when I put you in a headlock //
And apply pressure until I crush your mother-fucking noggin //
I grab mics and push niggas to the left //
So fast, their hearts end up on the right side of their chests //
My hypothesis, is that nobody can see this //
Lyrical genius, I got it sowed like a seamstress //
But if you want to battle, I’m down //
If you got nine lives, I’ll take eight of them off your hands right now //
Step up, and get your neck cut, from ear to ear //
If you survive, then you can cover your scar with a beard //
I’m the illest from Queens to the New Jerusalem briddicks //
Anyone who ain’t feeling my shidit, can suck my didick //
You need to quit it, if you ain’t spitting //
More than fifty bars per minute, ‘cause you ain’t in lyrical fitness //
Kicking boring raps, with metaphors that’s wack //
All of y’all mother fuckers need Nordic Track //
To get your weight up, fucking with Canibus, you get ate up //
Beat down and sprayed up, just for bringing my name up //
Been rocking longer than niggas twice my age //
Back in the days, before Bob Marley was rocking a fade //
Before Honest Abe signed the paper to free slaves //
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves //
I existed, in the Garden of Eden, getting lifted //
Sticking dick in Eve, before she was Adam’s mistress //
Before Christ created Christmas, I been in lyrical fitness //
The Canibus is spitting, ‘till he’s spit less //
Fifty bars of total sickness, you won’t forget this //
I’m putting every wack emcee alive on my shit list //
Verbally vicious, telekinetically gifted //
Took you a minute, to exhibit, that I’m sick with it //
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit //
Going once, going twice, sold to that nigga named Canibus //
Me and Mr. Cheeks, A-Plus, and Funk Doctor //
Hopping out of the Hue helicopter to Suey-chop you //
Most underrated spitter ever IMO..hes so nice..such a sick verse
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oh look at her she's looking as good as dinner
and she's looking back at me as if maybe I'm a winner
I'm in my late twenties little girl don't flirt with me
I've got the capapbilities to program your circutry
You don't have to believe me do yourself a little justice
don't let slug undercook your muffins
wait wait wait did I just say that I did must be losing it
because it almost felt like it might just have some truth in it
now back to the platter at hand she said she's twenty-one
and quit school to go work for the man
a switch up in the plan now she's happy as a chorus
cause now she makes rent and now she drives a Taurus
unwinding hanging out at the bar,
I wonder if she knows that I'm not really a star
she seems to be impressed by lack of an ego and my self-aware style,
I like the way that she smiles
she want to know how I find the words
I do I don't really know but I can lie if you want me to
angels sing to me in my sleep,
I sold my damaged soul for the magic of speech
and now she's laughing she likes the sarcasm
so naturally I'm asking if she 's got a captain
she says a captain what?
You mean a man at home the answer is no I came to this bar alone
well heavens to betty enough about boyfriends already
just trying to keep the conversation petty
beacuse as much as I would like to play in the forest
ain't no way this girl is going to break into my fortress
I've never made a practice of introducing the matress
to women that I meet at my own gig
I don't know can't imagine anything as alchohol and hormones
turning out to be anything big
but babys hella beautiful and even kind of bright
I got the fire of a vampire inside me tonight
might be alright eveything seems tight
I've got a good buzz and she's giving me the green light
so tell me girl what ya doing after
she says hopefully hanging out with my new favorite rapper
now wait a minute that's not fair your throwing boulders
I can tell by the way your hair touches your shoulders
be straight with me and I'll be me with you
I can think of some of us that we should do so if you think
I'm coming home with you tonight you're probably right
you're pobably right a few more beers a couple more laughs
undressing my past with the questions she asks
yes, I love cactus and I would love to take a bath
if I spent the night would you massage my back
she's closing in for the embrace
and slightly tucks her hand under my face
her hair smells so good I got to have a taste
where's your ford let's ditch this place
and in the parking lot she sparked it off
she must be starving for someone to hit the harp
I've never been kissed with such passionate bliss
porn star damn near tore my lips apart
honey slow it up hold it up start the car
let's leave this garage le'ts go to your apartment
lyndale ave. on the way to the her rest
her drunk ass turn to look at me and she says
you're so beautiful from the hair to the soles
I know, can't belive that I never met you before
feels liike I've been waiting for you me whole life
she missed the red light we hit a pick-up truck and we both died
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"You suck dick so fast you embarrass the speed of Sonic"
-Sparegeez
Classic
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Most underrated spitter ever IMO..hes so nice..such a sick verse
I think hip-hop heads rate Canibus quite highly, maybe he never got the fame and money he deserved but people know he is ill.
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Big Pun from Twinz-
Dead in the middle of little Italy, little did we know that we riddle to middle men who didn't do diddly.
That whole album has so many quotables.