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two of my favourite verses:Tech N9ne on Kill Em Off by Yukmouthand Krayzie Bone on I Dont Give a Fuck by Lil Jon
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Quote from: funkyfresh on December 07, 2005, 02:50:29 PMQuote from: makaveli11 on December 07, 2005, 12:58:44 PMkurupt tha kingpinGot My Mind Made Up:Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combatamazinglove that song, with daz's flow on ityeah daz's flow is what caught my hear at first then Pac's verse and flow were tight then Kurupt killed it no doubt
Quote from: makaveli11 on December 07, 2005, 12:58:44 PMkurupt tha kingpinGot My Mind Made Up:Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combatamazinglove that song, with daz's flow on it
kurupt tha kingpinGot My Mind Made Up:Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
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!
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
[Verse 2: Blitz]It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for meGot knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for meBasically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lustGreed and contempt, no street is exemptExtended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocksI sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocksOil paintin pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vainFallin deep into the pits of the gameThis is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal timesVest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggaz for the dimeHear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we resideIn the ghetto with a million ways to dieStayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the gameExhalin guilt sin and shame, misery and strainWhat the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthraxI stand back, hopin I'll make it through tomorrow[Verse 3: Nas]My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixesHopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music businessWas once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offendersBut since I tasted paper it started losin the friendshipsWatchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poorHow could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorseDrivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black onesFuck did I expect with bucket seats in a LexAnd spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little DesGot guns when I'm with my daughterHate to bring a violent aura in her presenceShe knows what daddy taught her, it's lessonsBlack princess it's a ugly worldI put my life up for yours, see I love that girlCould you believe even my shadow's jealousMy skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bonesMy brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songsThough my songs come from the FatherI'm lonely...Hold me, it's gettin' darker
No, I ain't never been pimped by the systemThat's because I ain't no slaveDon't be tryin to sunbathe, never lived off in no caveBloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of napsAnd the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rapY'all think I'm stupid cuz I shoots 'em up like cupidAnd if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot itMy head's polluted cause I'm zooted, bobbin to the bottomIf a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'emBut no I don't because I don't be havin fundsThe gold that I am wearin is really made out of bronzeIt weighs a ton and makin my neck turn greenAnd I got a criminal record that will never come cleanOh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbitAnd then never taking care of them has just become a habitI grab my tablet and get busy with the penY'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twinSo you get mad and try to make me inferiorYou pissin me off, I'm in that ass like interiorOh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hoodEh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real goodAnd take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the playersThat's livin on a whim, thin ice and a prayerOh and mayor, can I get a little backupPlease don't let them pussy muthafuckas put that flag upBut let me shut up cause they say we need doughwhenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994Yeah, yes sir, it's like thatGonna take y'all deep, so go back
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!
Quote from: Juronimo is Public Enemy #1 on December 07, 2005, 07:25:53 PMQuoteCrooked 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!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.