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Tech N9ne's verse on Kill Em OffThis moment I don't know who to trust, stress might beDemons commin' on me tight while I bust, yes likelyLoad the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightlyThen hit to the bay park late with my nigga Yuk, and get high-fiendThis odd god is not fraud it's broad knowledgeHot bars from arks snarls to punk collegePark raw shit, park hard, we park my bitchAwkwards 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 bitchcrazynessss
Quote from: Hittman2001 on December 07, 2005, 06:37:32 PMI take 7 MC's put em in a lineAnd add 7 more brothas who think they can rhymeWell, it'll take 7 more before I go for mineAnd 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 DeeeI never knew that....
I take 7 MC's put em in a lineAnd add 7 more brothas who think they can rhymeWell, it'll take 7 more before I go for mineAnd that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time
Inspectah Deck on "triumph" .. I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophiesand hypothesis can't define how I be droppin thesemockeries, lyrically perform armed robberyFlee with the lottery, possibly they spotted meBattle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hitstremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensicsI inspect you, through the future see milleniumKilla B's sold fifty gold sixty platinumShacklin the masses with drastic rap tacticsGraphic displays melt the steel like blacksmithsBlack Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns inRumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the functionHeads by the score take flight incite a warChicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand moreBehold the bold soldier, control the globe slowlyProceeds to blow swingin swords like ShinobiStomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rockWu got it locked, performin live on your hottest blocklyrically sick!
Quote from: We$t Coa$t on December 07, 2005, 07:27:39 PMQuote from: Hittman2001 on December 07, 2005, 06:37:32 PMI take 7 MC's put em in a lineAnd add 7 more brothas who think they can rhymeWell, it'll take 7 more before I go for mineAnd 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 DeeeI 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
QuoteCrooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animalThat'll dismantle your mandible with a manualon how to make raps flammableThe King so hand him a crownI'll push you off a buildinand write a whole song before you land on the groundBy the time your bodies flatterYour lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidneypancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatterI'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streetsThe Hollowman of Eastside Long BeachWas made to smash and bangYou know what happen to the last rapperwe captured that was after cash and fameTech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insaneWhile Sway choked him out with his own platinum chainRevolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frameCarmalita laughed as he grabbed his ass in painSee, nuthin about these hoggs is cuteWe got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suitsStompin like got rock steel toesKeep glocks with shots that dive at youAt top speed like jocks tryin to block field goalsTake the speech from a lyricistAnd throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex TrabekAnd I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a secondI step in with weaponsThat's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestinesMeet death just from flexinWait a second, who do you love?Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio buggedJust in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Damn, Fuck Bitch Hoe (Backwards)In my freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!
Crooked I's a cannibal, a mechanical animalThat'll dismantle your mandible with a manualon how to make raps flammableThe King so hand him a crownI'll push you off a buildinand write a whole song before you land on the groundBy the time your bodies flatterYour lungs, heart, liver, spleen, kidneypancreas, rectum and your urinary bladder splatterI'm outta ya reach, hologram unseen on the streetsThe Hollowman of Eastside Long BeachWas made to smash and bangYou know what happen to the last rapperwe captured that was after cash and fameTech electrocuted half his brain, drove his ass insaneWhile Sway choked him out with his own platinum chainRevolution hit him with turntables and cracked his frameCarmalita laughed as he grabbed his ass in painSee, nuthin about these hoggs is cuteWe got more stripes than Darrel McDaniel's joggin suitsStompin like got rock steel toesKeep glocks with shots that dive at youAt top speed like jocks tryin to block field goalsTake the speech from a lyricistAnd throw his voice in the other room like a Ventriloquist, Listen to this…When I'm checkin my intellect and baffle Alex TrabekAnd I can answer the Million Dollar Question in less than a secondI step in with weaponsThat's destined to spit lead thru ya flesh then exit intestinesMeet death just from flexinWait a second, who do you love?Man this shows so raw, the MCC is keeping the studio buggedJust in case I say (Backwards) Shit, Damn, Fuck Bitch Hoe (Backwards)In my freestyle flow, I love the Wake Up Show!
How about some of the greatest storytelling ever?Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46in the morning crack a dawninnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eyesee who's this pagin me and why..It's my nigga Pop from the barbershoptold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plotsome people wanna stick you like fly paper neighbourslow down love please chill drop the caperremember them kidz from the hill up in Brownsvillethat you rolled dice witsmoked the blunts and got nice wityeah my little Fame up in Prospectnah dem my people nah love wouldn't disrespectI didn't say dem,they schooled me to some niggasthat you knew from back when,when you was clockin minor figuresNow they heard you blowin up like nitroknow they wanna stick the knifethrough your windpipe slow..so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin youyou got the mac Biggietell me what you wanna do...Notorious B.I.G. - Warning