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Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 07:30 AM
----Black Thought-- Strategis, I bet y'all *****z can't believe this
I read you like a whole avenue that's filled with meters
parked, fuck your back talk, I watch how *****z cat-walk
over my pit of venom and send em to the asphault
For inquisitives, who wanna try to test me
What protects me, will make you shake like epilipsy
Plague your neighborhood with lyrical le-prosy
Stimulate more than Ecstasy y'all *****z check my recipe
Dig it, I must observe it, analyze when I'm chillin
Peep out who's the villain then make your whole pavillion
of a Sicilian, excuse the greed don't want a mill'
I want a zillion - stacks of Franklins to the ceiling
I counts stacks imported, fuck the yacht and the mansion
I want Pluto and Jupiter, political, universal expansion
Buy out Tommy and Halle Hanson
Kidnap America, ? you hold it for ransom
Pass it down to my grandson, I got no time to be romancin
Only time's for mental food and advancement
This game of Life is strictly chancein - get to know
the nature before I get know the ***** while I'm glancing
Enhancing, is my mental - I play in the midst
a squad a team most crews is not in the halfs of rentals
My utensils, display a whole variety
Even when in the cut *****z can't cut they anxiety
Peep, I fill your brain with suspicion, pay attention
like you paid tuition, and stop all your bull-ishin
The rap chemist in the lab to the finish
The mic is my apprentice, cause I can't stand
courts or tennis, my pigmentation is the menace
That's why the system's always tryin to pursue with a blemish
Pale asses, think a ***** in this
My flow's tremendous, for the meal you can't replenish
The question you ask me, situation get worse
Fam I won't befriend ya, cause I'm no great pretender

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 08:46 AM
--Mike Boogie--
I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start droppin poems
That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin *****s hoppin home
Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you're comin to see me, *****, bring a cask' and crutches
And *****s, I dont' need a gun for you, none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my No. 2
And it's death in every paragraph
And *****s learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friend
I shoot the gift like Santa Clause with a Mac-10
And *****s ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough
Peace to Big L, aiyo, 8 is enough

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 08:50 AM
[Cam'Ron]
Aiyo, when it comes to bread, *****z make loafs
You run around with fake toast
Money or your life, ***** I'll take both
I hate the heavens and you shady reverends
*****z like +90210+, I'm like Killa Cam, +187+

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 08:52 AM
[Grimm]
I represent the murderers and felony offenders
who either bought time out, to get these legal tenders
(Surrender!) Nah, I'm goin out with a bang *****
FUCK PATAKI, I gotta do my thang *****
Forty-four mag, bustin into action
Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions
Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer
I'm lurkin, I'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker
Fuck what you heard, crime pays
and always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways
We kill crews, hearts go numb
and if retaliation comes then yo fuck it, it just comes
(Yo who you?) I'm Dr. Death motherfucker ever heard of me?
Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery
I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me
cause quantities of entities enter me evilly

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 08:54 AM
[Kool G. Rap]
Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta
umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set
So let a motherfucker move a muscle
When I tussle they'll be piecin *****z back like fuckin puzzles
Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy
When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys
Grimm, gimme the infrared they see me and I'm puttin red dots
on *****z foreheads to makin motherfuckers indian
You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder
cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin White Castle burgers
So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound
Cock back, rock black, gun a ***** down
I see em, he's comin out the fuckin coliseum
and hopped into a BM, shit!
Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had
Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide
I'm rainin on him (faster *****) oh yeah we're gainin on him
(oh shit he's with somebody else) fukkit, put his brain on him
Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the ***** out his seat
When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver
But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lightin up a cigarette
Bang bang, I left the other ***** wet
It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this
I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 08:56 AM
B1 I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets *****z deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:02 AM
Twista]
pullin up and bailin out like we're carsick, I'm ready to start
shit
start up buryin some heads like an ostrich
and unload the whole cartridge and throw the shells out the
garbage
the hardest of motherf**kers could never achieve what I've
accomplished
Yungbuck's my accomplice
Located his existance with my sixth sense like a compass
and starting on a journey established to stop this
rushin up the hearts of the *****z to get em charged
what's the real reason?
All you haters try to murder me so now it's kill season
And even though I'm still bleedin
I'm comin after you cause I'm still breathin
And y'all can't trace me
I bury my victims in the wall like gacey too lyrical
and since its nipple my umbilical these flows is critical
This music is miracle like I'm biblical
Killin like I'm nuttier than buddy love
and still wouldn't leave a bloody glove and start the truck up
and speed the f**k up getaway smokin this blunt
Dump the adrenaline eruptin my viens I'm pumped up

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:02 AM
[Yungbuck]
And I'm calibrated at 360 degrees
See that's 300 *****z that gon die about 60 slugs to do this
deed
(Psycho Drama) we too much for the industrialistic f**k
with this on the brink of f**kin up some shit
Dismantle deduct some shit
It's hard to imagine what *****z got nerves to do
(what *****z got nerves to do)
So I guess I'll just take that f**kin' nerve from you
then think what I'm on the verge to do
And I got the urge to ooh let semi close yo curtains fool
from killin the verses fool I be one of the worstest dude
(you the who?)
I'm the worstest workin about 9 millimeters above your surface
unleash these thangs then I defeat yo purpose bitch you hurtin

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:09 AM
J-live You better peep this verse
The streets ain't no joker, man...
The sidewalks might get you first
So wherever you rest you better don't sleep
Cuz like Denzel said, you could either be a wolf or a sheep
And that ain't even criminology
I'm talkin bout the everyday 9 to 5 people, still gotta fight the evil
You could ride the fast lane or the train
The illest weapon you can load ain't your nine, boy, load your brain
You ask a real live gangsta and he'll tell ya the same (you know)
A lot'a dummies die young, man, simple and plain (fa'real)
A lot'a kids wanna show they got heart
So they wild out, skip class (come on man)
And trade book smarts for streets smarts (you know better than that)
But ask yourself, even if you got one target
Ain't you better off with two darts?

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:14 AM
Grimm
The bullshit will not be tolerated
Ammunition clicked back, trigger pulled, block illuminated
Thought you saw victory, hallucinated
Body wet, spirit's dry, soul evaporated
Gravedigger, stripped naked
Here try this white dress, strap on these brand new wings *****
Reality, embrace dreams in bear hugs
*****z wit juice reduced to scared thugs
Egos, ripped with desert eagle slugs
Mugs, pushed back
Rugs, washed
Overall MF the best like Osh Kosh
Rappers act hardened, I prosecute like Darden
Challenge me, what motherfucker? beg your pardon
All hail me as I sing words of war
All fail see as we're battlin on tour
Feds tail me they survail but get lost
Want to nail me like I'm Jesus to the cross
Brag about their riches, deep down they just bitches
Talkin murda shit, go to jail become snitches
Assholes ripped, patched back up in stitches
Chopped they mothafuckin tree down family left in ditches
Electric chair is hittin switches
Pataki smoke crack that's why he's wacky
Giuliani act Gotti, but he's punanni
Not Pizano, he's Brasco you're Donnie
MF is mossimo, negato, asesino
Anti-oxidants and aminos, learn lessons
When the C.R.E.A.M. goes and the hoes life flows

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:16 AM
Lord Finesse Fuck that, you know who's bigger
Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new *****s
Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn't retire
Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors
Trying to get hype and rip mics
They just imitators that can't quite get my shit right
So won't y'all just face it
That y'all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift
Wanna battle, I'm all for it
When it comes to this, I've been through more shit than a toilet
Now we could get wild and search for peace
Cause right now I'm chillin', like the ***** home on work release
And even on a lover tip I'll still wax brothers quick
When I do my thing I be on some old other shit
*****s I slaughter, just to bring order
Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water

Now it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give 'em hell
Yeah, so don't try to front, troop
When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, *****
I don't front like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make more noise than July 4th
So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who dial 911
If you don't, you's a motherfucking dumb dumb
I'm not a role model, I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, *****
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse, that's like the NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it's a fact that
I'll be on your fucking back like a napsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Cause the ladies still jel me without an LP

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:29 AM
Slick Rick
Well I shot some there, then I copped some beer
And did a show up in West Bubblefuck somewhere
Due to raps wider ratio, satellites to Nato
Hillbilly draws flew on the stage like tomatoes
Apparently more mack than I thought
Unfortunately wife piece back in New York
And I'm starvin
Being human and open with
A mad fine hillbilly woman was scoping Rick
Thought entered how to lean and bent it
Though I'm not gonna lie I was extremely tempted
(To what, Rick?) To discharge in a sista
Next thing in the dressing room, "Pardon me, mister"
Yes, I said cautiously
"Crazy, but possibly
you could sign your name on the back of these Dazy Duke shorts for me"
Try to resist, now girlfriend startin' it
The pen won't write, "You can press down hard on it" -
Now my hand browsing her South end
Spun around about to shove my tongue in her mouth when
Rring! - Loosen the grip my hell had
My girl, she was talking so nice I felt bad
Being untrue, no telling what it might do to her
"I love you", forced to say I love you back too to her
Any thought of getting pussy was doomed to:"You got a wife?"
Anniversary comin up soon too
Got off the phone, cock just got mute
Don't get me wrong it's not like you're not cute (Uh-huh)
I'm wrong for mistreating her, the wanting to skeeting her
"I understand, goodbye, it was real nice meetin' ya"
What an angel overcoming his wrongness
The moral I am trying to get across in this song is
If goodness is what you're filling your soul with
And wanna find a woman you can chill and grow old with
Who keeps no secret, like who they creep with
Realise early it's a 2 way street, kid

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:36 AM
[Cee-Lo]
As individuals and as a people we are at war
But the majority of my side got they eyes open wide
But still don't recognize what we fighting fo
I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to shed some light
But we been in the darkness for so long, don't know right from wrong
Y'all scared to come near it, you ignore the voice
In your head when you hear it
The enemy is after yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind
You'll find a lot of the reason we behind
Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes blind
But not blind in the sense that our other two eyes can't see
You just end investing quality time in places you don't even neeed to be
We don't even know who we are, but the answer ain't far
Matter of fact its right up under our nose
But the system taught us to keep that book closed
See the reason why he gotta lie and deceive is so
That we won't act accordingly
To get the blessings we suppose to receive
Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too
See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse
is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit first
We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual people
God's chosen few
Think about the slave trade when they had boats with
Thousands of us on board
And we still was praising the Lord now you ready to die
Over a coat, a necklace round your throat, that's bullshit
Black people ya'll better realize, we losin, you better fight and die
If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it together
Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit"
You take away one "O" and it will let you know
"God is Every Man of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B!

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:38 AM
[Slick Rick]
Is it a custom - to what? To provoke out a hostile apostle
and make him smack the coke out your nostril
BAP, the butter cat at gutter rappin and I'm all man
Whatever gotta happen gotta happen
Boy don't make me put my grown man shoe in you
And I'm sorry father, for any wrongdoing doin you

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:45 AM
Nine months passed, the water bag broke
Mad hours of hard labor, sweat, screams, tears, pains,
suffering, frustration, agony
Only brought us hate, love, anger,
happiness, doubt in faith, all in one, life begins now!

[Jise]
My congrats to the world
You have a beautiful healthy album
that contain a trillion bombs of head nod
to shock the outcome
Three men and a cd,
that conceived this through a spit guard
pilot pens and compositions
Hand out the the cigars
Place your right hand on the case,
and swear this shit is bangin
Happy birthday! We made it through pimps,
blingin and dancin
(Yo Q, I know you got something)

Jise One
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size
Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries
Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 09:57 AM
--------Pep love---------
Like this shit
*****z will do this to get attention
Flashing and flossing, fronting like they rich with
No intellectual enrichment
They pull up to the light thinking it's all right
And get their wigs split
By the local town jacker
Act the fool smack the fool with the back of the tool
Doing dirt not caring who he hurt not
Even unaware the gunshots came tearing through his shirt
From one of the many people that he robbed before
At the same intersection
Now with his chest blown into sections
He realizes the wrong of his ways as a victim of one that he victimized who
Didn't know the boys in blue
Was alerted of the murder when they heard the noize
Plus seen the sparks when they rushed to the scene
The hero was still there so his ass got caught

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:01 AM
-----Pharoe Monch--------
Pissed on the motherfucking White House lawn
I threw a rock, then I ran
Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grip of the man
Y'all wanna ask me who's sane
These biological gasses are eating my brain
Its a political grab bag to rape mother earth
Thirty seconds after they bagged dad for what he's worth
Thousands will die now so millions can smile later

Its messages in the bass drum
War goin off in your mind
No man is safe from
Its not a Game Boy about the PlayStation
Its +Resident Evil+ when every President's a mason
Robbin y'all fools like ?
And y'all inherited roots and don't know how to retrace them
Place them back
Face them facts
Disgraceful, faceless, tasteless acts
Pharoahe takes teh authorities to court
Peep crime before it happens like +Minority Report+
And I will never be mentally defenseless
Cats be on the block, in the hood in the trenches sayin

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:08 AM
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Bad boys, we killin toys, they muffle and noise
Never lose they boys, they just keep on squeezin
Bodies drop for no reason, kill you for breathin
Rumble till we even, or till one of us die
Eye for an eye, yo it's no more Mr. Nice Guy

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:10 AM
(Nabo)
Kids call me Abdulla, cause I'm the butcher
Preppin' mc's inside my pressure cooker
Throughout the underground I've been known to boast
Enough to flip sewer caps, from coast to coast
I most - enjoy leaving energy depleted
Cause I often excel at being conceited
A brain is something that I know you need
See, I looked inside your dome, and found tumbleweed
In honor of me, the Nabo, they build chapels
For making heads bob, like teeth on apples
We all heard you hit it, missed like shootin bricks
Son, my beats are hype so I don't need a remix
Porn Theatre Ushers, we're oozing pestilence
Me plus this beat equals pure excellence
Humans hear my style and praise it, cause when I say it
I display it like archaic mosaics
Your total life expectancy against me
Is about three seconds
Before I beckon the weapon of my choice
Which is mostly the voice
Although my tongue is like a lasso
To knock you out easily like Glass Joe and Don Flamenco

Rappers today, they're just a waste
So if the sun burns out, I'd be chosen to take its place
And shine throughout the rest of history
Just alone my gaze will cause muscular dystrophy
I often dropkick Valkyries off of balconies
And in my spare time I like to study alchemy
Removin' columns of your spinal
With volumes of my vinyl
So now you walk to my way kid that's final
Steppin' to me is like killin' an albatross
I rip your ligaments and apply them as dental floss

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:14 AM
(Nabo)
I'll be the first to verse and curse the whole universe
I downed the Milky Way, cuz I hungered for the thirst
After all, haven't y'all heard of me?
I'm the famed mc, who shotput mercury
The globetrotter with a flyswatter
Dramatical plain plotter who walks on water
The omen to the Roman empire
Stalkin' predators, puttin' chumps in my crossfire
I took a chance and walked through a portal
Came out the other side as hip-hop's immortal
I'm Nabo Rock, the first of my kind
And the only thing I fear is the power of my own mind
Many front as B-Boys, and act the hardest
But they can't break or name one graf artist
Your style SUCKS, claimin' you're terrific
Got dropped from your label like extra prolific
Your implements is impotent, insignificant
Couldn't battle, if in Creek in Michigan
So listen to the one applying discipline
Beause your soul lacks artistry and needs conditionin'
To walk in my path, and be my protege
One must have six heads and two vertebraes
Peace, this is my imagination

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:18 AM
[Wise Intelligent]

Intelligent, twenty-three, now nineteen five
Hold the mic I'll rise right in front of your eyes
In here six years see what I felt every year
Oh yeah it's ninety-six I'm born and undestanding, understood
Get the goods, build a school down south
In some remote location that nobody knows about
Teach, add on to the life that we live

We wearing crowns made of thorns and being put to the cross
Lost souls futures told in the Dead Sea Scrolls
God reduced to a savage lacking soul control
Talking lots of shit about his drugs and guns
Several daughters, 'nuff sons, ain't trying to raise none, yo
Whoa-ho-ho, let me slow up with the flow
Can't move too quick because *****s got to know
The duty of the civilized is to civilize the uncivilized
And make the world recognize
That God is Wise, and Wise is God to the death
And back to life, you Lazarus and I'm the Christ
The fouth coming, like a thief in the night
The wave of light, the key to everlasting life
That shit provide us, to call us straight civilizers
And true suppliers for Gods, Earths, and 85ers y'all

Since I've been away I've been thinking about
How gunslingers turned singers and black culture went out
Wake up all you teachers tired of teaching and wait
Grass roots, pass truth into the ears of black youths
Watch me talk the talk and walk the walk right now
As mystic as it seems, I bring for real to your dream seeing
Midnight marauder got it dipped off the block drug
Street *****s bug cause they know we do it for the love
We rose abouve every limit that they said we had
Who loves your ass enough to strictly educate the mass?
Come get your cash, fill your mind with swine and dash
For longevity, these *****s we will never be
You will remember we from now till forever gee
I am infinity, lyrics flowing endlessly
You ain't no friend to me so don't even pretend to be
Like O.J. Simpson be sleeping with the enemy
I call you out and make the world know your ass is lacking
Quoting some lessons but see no parts of understanding
You standing under my rain, snow, sleet, hail and thunder
That's why you wonder what's causing this to exist
I raise the mist, distill the myths of many currents
Don't be determined except to life forget the death
Nevertheless you're being blessed cause I'm who God is
Don't know the time *****s must be wearing Guess watches
Hands on your boxes, turn 'em up like seven notches
Your Magnavoxes amplify my super conscious
Shit providers, we'll call us straight civilizers
And true suppliers for Gods, Earths, and 85ers y'all

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:20 AM
[Wise Intelligent]
You was a God now you're the sucker of the planet Earth
And crowned your woman slut of the universe
Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming
Trying to be the cooleest ***** for some frozen other reason
That spit, it ain't slick on any known planet
Except for Pluto I believe
Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something
That's why you ain't saying nothing
Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting
Destructing before your sleepy eyes (ooh-yay)
Teacher Wise will have you all recognize
In minutes less than five *****s ain't 'bout this
It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger
Since rappers turned gangsta

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 10:23 AM
[Wise Intelligent]
Overdose on movies, come up living like a script
Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit
*****s please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze
I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys
I'm chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees
Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes
I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits
Revive the ***** genes revoked while playing cute
I execute studio gangsters up on the scene
Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine
To eat 'em up and split 'em, 'nuff heads is rolling down
Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down
You're mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown
Thought you'd build a house, soon find you're home alone
With full black intangibility
Translating my heat to unreachable degrees
Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn
Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn
That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too
Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw
Create a revolution says the realm is upon you
The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few
It's like that uh

OPRAH!
07-16-2005, 11:00 AM
jedi mind tricks - vinnie paz

yo bust a mother fuckin gat to this
yall bealive lies like yall was catholic
i rap in arabic so my message is just immaculate
my rap a labyrnth
drink a 40 and blaze a sack to it
my aim is accurate
take your brain and blow out the back of it

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 11:21 AM
[CL Smooth]
Go ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo
Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor
Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor
Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway
Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way
In a vocabulary scrimage
But cursing in my village ain't good for my image
So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse
But do your man a favor, don't curse

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 11:26 AM
[Heather B]
Raise yo' L's and yo' middle left finger
Heather bout to bring this whole thing to a close
Zonin those that even try to be more than local
Rugged styles and vocal be my M.O.
Shop is bein set up in yo' district and area
with the brick exterior - you can't blow it down
Focus on my side, check yo' bag at the door
I prosecute bitin bitches to the fullest of the law
There'll be no boostin, there'll be no lootin
"Glocks Down" - FUCK THAT, I'll start shootin
No trespassin, no intrudin
Wannabe hoods want my spot ruined
You betta watch yo' back or it's BLAOW
We ain't peace cause you smoke lye now
You ain't come around back when I wasn't smokin
Now all the time you wanna be tokin
I'M OPEN, open like the two-four spot
Got dimes of chocolate rhymes for the heads to get hot
Supply up your section with my illest, of weapon
I'm lettin no one in here unannounced

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 11:29 AM
---Heather B-----
Now who was it that said females can't rhyme? I'm witchu
That's why real *****z got to keep this shit true
It's those Beck's and Heineken's I crack from time and time again
that keeps me rhymin, while the rest of them, be home sleepin
These drums will be hummed throughout ALL the ghetto slum
Now who the bumba claat, wan fi test me now huh?
It's a shame son, I got to be on it, like this
But it's time I let 'em know, I'll have none of this shit
"Da Heartbreaka"

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 12:15 PM
----Haystak--------

What's up to all the home girls?
Caught up in this world
Preoccupied with money and sex powder and x
Little momma I promise its not the solution
I'm aware your life's style is full of confusion
I saw you at my show I had no time to talk
So close your eyes and imagine were taking a walk
Compliment you on your beauty your handsome behind
But at the same time tell ya god gave you a mind
And you should put it to use go back to school
So you can have something with or without these fools
Don't let no dude beat you miss treat you
You deserve to be loved I understand you attracted to thugs
But pick a real motherfucker that's gonna treat you well
Not no dead beat staying in and out of jail
Its hard when you out here alone and cold
That's the shit that makes a stripper chick work that pole cuz she's...
Allll allone

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 12:18 PM
----Haystak--------
Every convicted felon that had ever been arrested
Every quiet child that had ever been molested
Every struggling rapper that had ever made a record
Every average cat that ever came in second
A proud father changed diapers and warmed bottles
Made a honest living and now I'm a role model?
A good dude for your son or daughter to look up to
Be here when the world got em feeling like... fuck you
Help them see better days and overcome obstacles
They go to school and hurt somebody I'm a feel responsible
Something I could a said something I could have did
To get to them kids I know they felt like they were just...

Samuel L. Jackson
07-16-2005, 12:19 PM
Daaamn.. good start! Nice texts, i read every last one of em'.

Personally, these are some of my favorites:

I'm in a war, fightin' the Lord, knowin' I gotta rhyme
Insightful core and I'm controlling your hollow mind
Spite the world, still showin' you how to climb
Standing with Michael Moore Bowling for Columbine
Grip you with fear then they spit death in your ear
Shed a tear for them to quit and they'll put lead in your rear
I thought we was after Bin Laden now we saving Iraq
Fought terror with bombing, they keep changing the facts
Take money from healthcare and put it towards warfare
Then draft the *****'s on welfare and kill them off fair
The government searches Iraq for weapons and bomb threats
Same government put crack and weapons in the projects
Remember Baghdad Bob, the hysterical threat
Another joke, hey George, find any chemical weapons yet?
Wanting to steal the oil from Saddam was the plan
Use the God as the scam
It's just a Viet Nam in the sand

-Psycological warfare
Q-unique

There's a victim born every minute, you've reached a limit
Your Lee suits my size and i'm about to get in it
It's the stick-you-up specialists
The bad spirit that'll posess your gear like the fuckin' exorcist
Run your shit, don't flash the name brand, the game plan?
Have the gun and the coat hanger in the same hand
(...)
I don't wanna have to harm ya
You better off handing over that leather gray-colored bomber
It's the end of the playoffs, the streets win
Visitors: zero, me? A brand new sheep skin
The zip guns pointed directly at your mango
demanded you lose touch with your green fuzzy Kangol
I robbed one fool for his chain and took his weed bag
But not before i played him for his Space Invaders ski hat

-Fashion Victims
Q-Unique

I'd post more but there's no time.

RMA
07-16-2005, 12:35 PM
"You think Hip Hop is in Commercials
Becase they still want us included?
No it's the last voice of this generation
And their trying to dilute it."

-"911" Solillaquists of Sound.

www.solilla.com

scrabble
07-16-2005, 12:40 PM
Big L-holdin it down
Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks
Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks
I sex them chicks and send them home
Corleone is known to be stoned
When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown
The other night around 8 P.M.
Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM
Went to the ATM, took a thou' out
then later on I had to wild out
In the club, knock some coward and his pal out
Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out
Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady
And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks
but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks
So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal chips keep my celly on
Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon
If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on
Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst
I've been off the scene over three years
and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;
get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat
That attitude - you better get rid of that
Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real
L is rap's most livest cat
I'm gettin stacks while you askin people,
"Do you want fries with that?"
I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal
Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 12:40 PM
-----Jean Grae------
Listen, there's nothing like knowin' yourself
Like the way I know that smokin's kind of broken my health
Like the way I know my flow don't make appropriate wealth
I can't change that
But funny I'm sayin' that when it's money I'm aimed at
I give a fuck if you frame that or quote it (shit)
I meant what I said cuz I wrote it, point noted
I know I'm overly sensitive when it comes to, well
Just about everything
And I'm so hardheaded, I don't need your help
Like no advice for these records 'less it's me, myself
Like I don't ever want to breathe if it requires assistance
Just, just shut down my system
I'm a victim of choosin' bad love, bad luck Lucy
Every man touched seems to be a doozy and plus
I'm attached to this looseleaf, stand on my two feet
So it's hard enough to even have to physically move me
Go ahead, try

I gotta be more disciplined
I'm listenin' more to straight logic
Blockin' random shit that's driftin' in
Age is a motherfucker (damn right)

scrabble
07-16-2005, 12:44 PM
game-the whole city behind us(kanye west)
It's Compton's prodigy
Obviously I'm from the home of hydraulics
Where they tie bandanas around the steerin collar
'Nuff Impalas in to get holla
We fightin pitbulls and Rottweilers
In the projects the objective is make dollars
'Where You At?' It ain't a problem to get it there by tomorrow
Cause I got a female friend, with frequent flier mileage
I ain't never been to college got the IQ of a Rhodes Scholar
If you follow G-Unit throw up your dubs and yell holla
To all the Y.G.'s in khakis and white tees
With And 1's in every colour like Ice-T
I might be the city of Compton's right knee
The way I paint pictures with these hip-hop scriptures
Pay attention while The Game shine like a prism
Glisten, show you how canaries can alter one's vision
Not to mention I am Dr. Dre christened on behalf
of Luda and Kan-Yeezie, I'm gon' breathe easy

Dropingout
07-16-2005, 12:44 PM
verse three by ghostface killah (impossible - wu-tang clan)



Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, ***** you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

Dropingout
07-16-2005, 12:47 PM
feel it ?

scrabble
07-16-2005, 12:49 PM
ghostface is ill. pretty tony!

styles p --ruff ryders anthem remix

Y'all *****z ain't hearin me out, til I pop up
appear in your house, clearin it out, holiday style
Everybody actin violent and wild
Snatch the wife silence the child, that's how we move
Kill me my man kill you, that's how you lose
I Ruff Ryde, I don't like to slide felt that I slipped
Then the gun's only helpin the clip
And the clip's only helpin my hand
And like who the fuck is helpin your man?
When I cock back and hop out the van
Double R, get a job, play the shit in the car
Hit a party start a fight at the bar, and snatch your R
Sell your shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 12:53 PM
------Jean Grae------
Oh lord, I'm having issues, more deep than American missiles
Shooting commuter planes and filing em missions official
I've hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs
From the scar, I'm a mess addressing pain in a bar, I confess
'Cause all the rest just mar shit, chest in a cast
Feeling urges just to test out a casket, bless me I'm blasphemous
Jesus pass the fifth, I...have to get lit
Masochist self I'm only half of the health I was born with
(Baby) Save me, take me up high like 'dro
But way far past the stars and the sky
I'm blinding pain like I'm a junkie shooting up with
Emotional novacaine, I'm floating provoking the angels to jump me
In Lehman's terms, face been blurred, even early
I scratched crayon in between the holy word I pray on, but still
(Baby) Three gone, and maybe I'm in barren land
God help me, I'm having trouble with your master plan so

Fidel Castro
07-16-2005, 12:56 PM
__jean Grae-----
A new representative, presentin Jean Grae
Customer, client, president, fuck Gen X, we today, *****
It's hostile today, hot loans and baby mamas to pay
Hot rocks for dollars to sway
What's your hustle, I'm doin mine
And if it don't work - fuck that, it got to
The rhymes too hot to experience how not to
I'm toxic like vodka and gin
200 proof on the rocks, I do it cause I can
Simple, you should stop and I told you who I do it for
And I'm not goin anywhere cause me and life is married and I ain't gettin divorced
So where my hungry women at, my *****s ready to set it
We can all eat, what you need, let's go get it

ARESOLIC
07-16-2005, 01:58 PM
Crusing down the street n my six fo
Jokcing the bitches slapping the slappin da hoes
Went to the park to get the scoup
Knuckle heads out there cold shootin some hoops
"Eazy-e"

oblong
07-16-2005, 02:11 PM
[Ikon the Hologram]
Another sacrificial lamb
That died at the hands of Hologram
Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his f**kin' clan
Holy land
Who spit the live shit
The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit
The hot shit
Live raps crack your jaw
Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war
I left a scar
So your crabs would understand
Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land
Lord know a man
Sharp blades slash your vitals
Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles
Homicidal
Hologram burn churches
Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix
Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos
Wait and see we'll stick you with needles that's hypodermic
You heard the verdict
I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me
Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary
What, what, what

fiction
07-16-2005, 02:31 PM
so weak ass's catch heat flashes like it was fucking menopause, i shoot to kill like i was a pissed of santa claus-ROBUST

Vitamin
07-16-2005, 03:37 PM
Notorious BIG - WARNING
download this shit, his flow on it is dope as hell.

Who the fuck is this?
Pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
Now I’m yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
See who’s this pagin me and why..
It’s my ***** pop from the barbershop
Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot
>some *****z wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour
Slow down love please chill drop the caper
>remember them *****z from the hill up in brownsville?
>that you rolled dice wit
>smoked the blunts and got nice wit
Yeah my ***** fame up in prospect
Nah dem my people nah love wouldn’t disrespect
>i didn’t day dem, they schooled me to some *****z
>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
>i got the mac biggie
>tell me what you wanna do...

[chorus]
Damn *****s wanna stick me for my papers

[verse 2]
>they heard about the rolex’s and the lexus
>wit the texas license plate outta state
>they heard about the pounds
>you got down in georgetown
>now they heard you got half of virginia locked down
>they even heard about the crib
>you bought your moms out in florida
>the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
There’s gonna be alot of slow singin
And flower bringin
If my burgular alarm starts ringin
Whatcha think all the guns is for?
All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door
And I feed em gun powder so they can devour
The criminals tryin to drop my decimals
Damn.. *****z wanna stick my for my c.r.e.a.m.
And in a dream things ain’t always how it seems
It’s the ones that smoke blunts witcha
See your picture, now they wanna
Grab they guns and come and getcha
Betcha biggie won’t slip
I got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip
So I can rip through the ligaments
Put they bodies in a bad prediciment
Where all the foul *****s went
Touch my cheddar, feel my beretta
Buck with what I had you with
You motherfuckers betta duck
I leave stains on blood of what remains
Had to jack-it, he had a gun he should’ve packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore, c-4 to ya door no beef no more
Feel the rush, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous
I don’t give a fuck about you or your weak crew
What you gonna do when big poppa comes for you
Start runnin, ***** I bust my gun in
Hold on I hear somebody comin...

Ume
07-16-2005, 03:43 PM
hit me baby one more time - britany spears

hahahahahahahahaha :lol:

nah i don't got a favourite part right now. :lol:

SPACE420
07-16-2005, 03:55 PM
TWIZTID LYRICS

"Bagz"

If it ain't green it ain't us
Your parents hate us because we smell like canibus
And remind them of the incubus
Another freak of the night
With excessable roachclips, bongs and weed pipe

We comin' with the straight 28
A full o.z, only fuckin' with the weed
You can keep the nosebleed
Bash on you haters actin' like you know me
Twiztid muthafucka what you got on my tree?

I smoke it down to the ash
Burning lips and finger tips
On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it
Right to the ashtray where it belongs
From the bag to the j to the drape to the bong

Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine
Space flying
People try to front like I don't
But I can see it inside them
Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session
And I'mma smoke it all up quick without a question

I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

Eyes blue out red I'm lookin' faded
Clothes stank like bud
And my finger tips is always resonated
We burnin' ganja with the windows up
I got a q.p a good green rub ready to puff

We smokin' entirely to much trees for average folks
But I never said that I was average
I like to smoke mad bags of weed
No stems, no seeds
All I really want and all I really need

I gotta tell you bitches
It ain't no smokin' for free
If you ain't fuckin' with me
Don't put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree
Wreck us around us, like a zig zag
Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag

We blaze trees on the highways in the driveways
In a casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags
With a 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin' sparked

I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

We smoke weed everyday
Regardless what you say
And every single night with the get right
You need to get up and shut up with all that pride
And all you non smokin' *****s get the fuck outside

Only weed smokers up this bitch tonight
Thick clouds of weed smoker green like kriptonite
I don't drink, shoot up or take x
Only three loves in life is bud death and sex
Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish
When your ridin' dirty, watch for police
Listen and learn cuz I would never steer you wrong
Knowledge is accumelated like resons in bongs

[Water Bong]

[x2]
I hope you brought the papers
You know I brought the trees
So roll another joint
And hand that bitch to me
We do this everyday
So come get high with me
No matter what they tell us this is reality

swich
07-16-2005, 04:23 PM
-2pac-
With all this sex distressin
tha question I wonder is after death
after my last breath
when will I finaly get to rest from this supression
they punish tha people that's askin questions
and those that possess
steal from tha ones without possesions
tha message I stress
to make it stop
study your lessons
don't settle for less
even a genius asks questions
be gratifull for blessins
don't ever change
keep your essense
tha power is in tha people and politics we address
always do your best
don't let this pressure make ya panic
and when ya get stranded
and things don't go tha way ya planed it
dreaming of richs
in a position of makin' a difference
polititions are hipocrites
they don't wanna listen
if i'm insane
then tha fame made a brotha change
it wasn't nothin' like tha game
it's just me Against tha World

Sonny Black
07-17-2005, 12:13 AM
_Nas_
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as *****z scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, *****z place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads

Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to *****z shock me
I see *****z bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin *****z heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin *****z memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing *****z is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad *****z screamin, *****z runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!

Sonny Black
07-17-2005, 12:14 AM
)___Pharoahe Monch___-
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang*
Clip to release projectiles in single
file forcing me to ignite then travel
through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2O water
Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter
No remorse for the course I take when you pull it
The result's a stray bullet
*****z who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down
Except for the kids who played on the playground
Cause for some little girl she'll never see
more than six years of life, trif-le-ing
When she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn't over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
a red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that ***** say
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face *bang*
and I struck it
Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face
and an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet *bang*
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin through flesh I'm wild
Crashin through the doors of projects hallways
to deflect off of the tile
I'm coming for you little girl
Once inside I shatter your world
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray
You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again
but, whose blue skies will turn grey
from the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet

Sonny Black
07-17-2005, 12:16 AM
----Prince Po___
Gun balls of fire, I'm travelling at higher speeds
to proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint
after splitting the chest of a Queens fiend
Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the Glock 9
and it's hollow tips, it releases the polices
in back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I shift across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher
shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang*
Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors
Thank me for spraying the operating room
The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me
Mmm lord, why do they use me? *bang*
I'm takin individual for keeps Hobbes
so peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props
And when I hit, shit *bang bang bang bang*
Soon you forgets-me-not
Cops tried to explain to his pops what I done
I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one
And as a human I'm the surprising one
Prince Po I flow the ripper, either way
you never, ever know how I'm coming
Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence
Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves
With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit *****, sprint *bang*
Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with O
A lot of honies parlay and the DJ's playin the Fudge Pudge flow
Five *****z come up in the club for a rub
[Yo O peep it, oh shit O duck (oh shit!, oh shit!)
*pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*]
Another hit, another struck
Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped
in your chest, then I flip
Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river
Money starts to shiver then I give a delivery of burns
Bruises fake shoes is your renaissance
No response your moms is out cold
Figure I'm bigger takin your heart ***** at twenty years old
Stray Bullet

Sonny Black
07-17-2005, 12:17 AM
___Pharoahe MOnch______
You will now consider me the apocalyptic one
After this rhyme, henceforth, there is none
NO more will exist, when I emerge
From the mist in whence I was born into, scorned
Most of you can't even comprehend what I am saying
to you even in my human form the message I'm relaying
Why do you choose to mimic these wack MC's?
Why do you choose to listen to R&B?
Why must you believe somethin is fat
Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?
My perception of poetical injection is ejactulation
The Immaculate Conception
The hall walker, who stalks bodies in Central Park
Soon emergency services'll outline that body in chalk
Then I begin to walk away and spit
Then when I walk away I talk shit!
Huh, a driver sprayed my face with mace
She didn't know that I enjoyed the taste of radioactive waste
When I'm in the backseat of your mid-town taxi
Don't even ask me for the cash G
The four cabs before didn't pick me up
Now ask yourself who the fuck's gonna stick me up

RMA
07-17-2005, 11:16 AM
"Don't watch your back
'cause were commin through the front
And when we on stage
Yeah, we're smokin like a blunt"

-Kottonmouth Kings

DeeOne
07-17-2005, 12:10 PM
[lord finesse]

... if i was on bottom on the toilet you *****z couldnt even shit on me/ originally...

it fits fine on this one bombing video :P...

Craze
07-20-2005, 12:14 PM
tech n9ne worst enemy i dnt wana get the lyrics u look em up songs tight as hell though

xkingxsizexskillzx
07-20-2005, 01:18 PM
-ill bill-
ayo i grew up in the motherfuckin projects
my mom says since my pop left
we had to get a section 8 apparment
the rents cheap
i see decepticons at least 10 deep
run up on me flippin wanna set beef
that was some faggot shit
me and my brother ran for dolo
the only two white kids up in my projects
that wasn't homo
i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats
way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps
way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap
at ten years old is when i first started to fuck with that
everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black
i kept it to myself continued to define my crap
i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat
you fuck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak
i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack
whites black portarikins we was poor it was wack
my mom tried her best i never graduated high school
i learned to pump drugs and pack knives instead
became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator
even though the doctor know your mind is dead

KARE 2 ELABERATE
07-20-2005, 01:33 PM
Wu-Tang Clan - Inspecta Deck - Triumph

ILLEST VERSE EVER! FUCKIN READ THIS

I bomb atomicly,
sacraties philosaphys and hypothisys,
cant difine how i be droppin these,
mockaries,
lyricly perfrom armed robbery,
flee with the lottery,
possibly they spotted me,
battle scar'd show gun, explosion when my pen hits,
tremendous,
ultra violet shine blinds forensics,
I inspect you threw the future see milleniums,
killa bee's sold 50 gold 60 platnum,
grapplin' the mass's wit drastic rap tactics,
graffic displays melt the steel like black smiths,
black wu- jackets, queen bees ease the guns in,
rumble wit patrolman tear gas laced the function
shoot for the core take flight insight a war,
chicks hit the floor die hard fans demand more,
behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly,
proceed to blow swingin swords like Shinobi!
stomp grounds impound foot prints in solid rock,
wu got it locked preformin live on your hottest block!

InvisblSkratchPiklz
07-20-2005, 05:15 PM
word, that whole song is dope!


another song that makes your mind bleed is Alphabet Aerobics - Blackalicious


check this out



Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
*****s nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!....

Car2nist
07-20-2005, 05:22 PM
royce da 59



[Scratched]
"I'm the last emcee that's alive"

[Verse 1]
Nickle, nine, nine in the waistline
Diss me fine, you won't be the first one
Piss me off, you get done in the worst way
I bring light to the night, put the sun in the earth's way
Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws
Of the dark blue house, y'all
Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y'all
Got hit, shot, with the cannon when I'm standing up and going all out for
Phantom on opera, sitting in the Phantom
In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y'all mouth
I drop names like Game, but I don't mean say 'em
I mean spray em, they drop [gun sound] ha
I have a ***** blistering quicker then chicken pox
In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock
Knock, you can't see me, labels you can't sign me
You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?

[Chorus]
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
Say, Yeah, my *****z in the back of the spot
Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
Like, Yeah

[Scratched]
I'm the last emcee that's alive

[Verse 2]
I'm the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws
I'm the politics involved and with profit in the starving
The model in the car means I told her
Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off
I got Vicious with me, so you gotta get him off
So, rinky dink labels still trying to make me offers
You don't wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off
I'm a boss, hear me out, gimme every office
Each and every artist y'all got, I want 'em
So run em, they don't wanna fuck wit me then I'll gun 'em
So don't get me started
Cuz lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing to do
Only thing, this ain't no dream homie, this whole theme is true, get it?

[Chorus]
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
Say, Yeah, my *****z in the back of the spot
Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
Like, Yeah

[Scratched]
I'm the last emcee that's alive

[Verse 3]
Yeah, weeding out static, holding what I would rather have
And not need, then need and not have it
Me without gats is like me without battling
Beef without blasting, P without Havoc
The born again rapper, sitting on enough classic tracks
That could fill up a 40 gig Apple
I-Pod, I'm God, all bets I'm down like the rest I'm wild, yes
Plus I'm a teacher, *****z play hard
But I'm way harder cuz I can keep it up like Levitra
Big dick, I could fit you up my urethra
Sick spit, like I musta been touched by Jesus
Like I musta been groped by a diva
Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either
You standing where ya mans is at
I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands is at, get it?
Got it

[Chorus]
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
Say, Yeah, my *****z in the back of the spot
Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
Like, Yeah

[Scratched]
I'm the last emcee that's alive

InvisblSkratchPiklz
07-20-2005, 05:41 PM
yeah B)

Rile1
07-20-2005, 05:45 PM
^^ god damn that shit was ill

stuntman
07-20-2005, 05:54 PM
[Planet Asia]
C'mon...
Yeah-yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
9-3-7-0-6. 9-3-7-0-6 you don't...

I'm just unwinding, brainstorming wit word connection
We do this in the summertime, lovely in your section
Bleedy eye blitzin the zone, reppin FC
Westside, Fresno Cali got me bubblin like Pepsi
Wit hot shit ya'll, Planet Asia done did it
Once again for the fans and fools, and rap critics
I'm all round, seasonal, ya'll *****s is part time
Artists is fake thug *****s, rappin regional
I came to slapbox wit you, my gladiator thoughts bring up issue
Got you leavin, feelin like I dissed you
But if the shoe fits you, there ain't shit you can do
But praise the Asian
Amazing in effect, I stays in
Hear to let you know we bout to blow over the decibel wit
Straight up soul food like rice, beans, and vegetables
I let the ink flow from start to finish
And this was thoroughly thought out before the rhyme got printed, like

[Chorus] 2x
One for the As, two for the spades
This is how another session gets blazed
It's Planet As, still holdin the crown, controllin the ground
For all my *****s holding it down

[Planet Asia]
It's Planet Asia, back again on vacation
Secret best kept is how I rep the foundation
Some MC's only make music for modulation
But then I came wit heated beats from out the soundstation
Darkman recorded by the 4-27 Eclipse
Straight up slumpin, yo this shit, we be the shit
(Unrelieved!) On some unknown, independent
It's called the priveledge, printed by the indigenous
Non-religion is a visionist, something to feel
But can't touch this year, we added on like plus
Slang exhaust dust, splurgin no matter how much it cost us
We bomb like stealth off of knowledge of stealth
Type selfish and I rhyme like I don't need help
Cuz all I need is my health, a little weed and some wealth
As I proceed to hit your dome up wit the keys to the Yard
Y'all *****s don't want me to start, start breathin all hard
Like it's me again, back in effect in 3-D again
To crews, I break the late night news on CNN
Where you can find your child missin, listenin
To the artist whose ambition is write like he got a life sentencing
Interesting and convincing, get ran through
All around the globe, from Japan, Africa to Vancouver
Now get wit me, I spit journals in staccato sickly
And informal, photograph take it quickly
And correct man, when it's in your face respect game
I used to front it frequently, but now I'm on jets and planes
Rental cars, cabs, checks and trains
So may chapters in my cabbage, I be stashin rhymes in baggage claim
Rhymes in the Range, I'm no square mileage for the scholars
I polish jewels and never put the wisdom 'fore knowledge
Before the dollars,I been puttin it down
Unassisted like ? wit my foot to the ground

Chorus 2x

HOLDIN THE CROWN - Planet asia

Jugga
07-20-2005, 06:06 PM
Aesop Rock...

Abandon All Hope..



I live for the moment of truth when Big Willy rapper
ackgnowledges failure and states "Goddamn my shit is trash"
"It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo
Heartless kid, hollow compartments
Be we the people of the united, starving artistic
Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union
I'm clueing into the poison panoramics brew the panic situations
It fucks a little with my briddle gift
I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high
makin' my career of Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky
My de luxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is
Invade the town while village elders holler "Who the fuck's this?"
He hip a cats, agravated trudge through the muds
Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood
Rugged serpentines climb, pebble the rock
Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not
I'm, Ae-fuckin'-sop Rock, might bizarro
Propper application of the soul by my standard
Candid once position from which instigations spawn
And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like...



(last part)

djcuttup
07-29-2005, 06:31 PM
ceelo
ill put that power to your baby momma and sqeeze off two so the world wont have to deal with another fuck ***** like you i hate you

bone thugz an harmony
"Tha Crossroads"

[Bone]
Bone Bone Bone Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
when there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do
when there aint no where to hide (tell me what)
When judgment comes for you (Cause it's gonna come for you)

[Bizzy]
Head south let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

[Layzie]
God bless you working on a plan to Heaven
Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, GOD is who we praise
even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with a chance to face the judge
And I'm guessing my soul won't budge
Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
Oh what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness let it unfold
We living our lives to eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh

[Krayzie]
Prayyyyyyy, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll
Whether is tell of his Heaven
Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone
Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
It's steadily creeping up on the family
Exactly how many days we got lasting
While you laughin we're passing, passing away
So y'all go rest y'all souls
Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads
Y'all know y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby

[Wi$h]
Lil Eazy's long gone
Really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog and man
I miss my uncle Charles y'all
and he shoudn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong
Oh so wrong, oh so wrong
Gotta hold on gotta stay strong
When the day comes
Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (lean on)

Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
everday, everyday, everyday, everyday

[Chorus - Layzie and Krayzie]
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

[Bizzy]
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody

[Layzie]
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm asking the good LORD "Why?" and sigh
It's I he told me we live to die

[Krayzie]
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin
And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends
Wanna come again, again and again
Now tell me whatcha gonna do

[Wi$h]
Can somebody anybody tell me why?
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die?
I dont wanna die

Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong
Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong

[Chorus - repeat gradually fading away]

ludacris
"Number One Spot"

[Ludacris - imitating Austin Powers]
Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!

[Ludacris]
Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)
It gets meaner and meaner each time baby
Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)
I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)
Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)
I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all
You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look

[Verse 1]
I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me
My music sticks in fans veins like an IV
Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy
Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me
Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY
Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey
Drove through the window, the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)
It's a celebration and everyone should invite me
Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)
Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me
My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee
Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T
You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!

[Chorus]
Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)
Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)
But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)
Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)
I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)
Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)
I'm comin for that number one spot!

[Verse 2]
Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada
Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala
If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla
In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha
Father, father, and hey I love gold
But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold
Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold
Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled
A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake
Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake
I crush mics until my hand breaks
Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight
The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy
I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+
Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar
Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master
Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards
These women tryin to get me out my Pelle Pelle
They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"
Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo
Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo
Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls
Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!

mano
08-06-2005, 11:43 PM
you dont pull on supermans cape, you dont spit into the wind, you dont put the mask off the elbow ranger and you cant fuck around with me and my men.

~GRAVEDIGGAZ~

Drummer Boy
08-07-2005, 02:41 AM
uh, well can you dig it like a spigit.

das1
02-28-2006, 11:37 PM
Revange is the sweetist joy next to getin pussy.

2 pac
rip

sincere
03-22-2006, 11:52 PM
sticman from dead prez
hip-hop

you would rather have a lexus, some justice,
a dream or some substance?
a beamer, a necklace or freedom?
see a ***** like me don't playa hate, i just stay awake.
its real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block.
its bigger than hip-hop.

"together the ants will conquer the elephant." -dp

JetBlack
03-23-2006, 12:00 AM
Aight first of all, stop posting whole songs ya fucking assholes, a verse will do.
Secondly, Blackalicious is fucking dope. End of story.
Thirdy, stop post whoring.

Anyway, Grimm - I Hear Voices

Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someone's killing me
Of changes, there's nights I'm on a killing spree
All done cold blood waking up in cold sweats
This is such a cold world unconscious getting death threats
Shadows choking me, my last breath lets out my body
It's a conspiracy, my mind and my body's not really down with me
Me against the whole world? It's a little deeper
Me against my self, I fight the Grim Reaper
Swing sickle and got my Glock bust rounds off
Demented, schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you
I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever
Angels waste the time, they work together
Scheme and plot on me, 'cause I'm the son of man
I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam
Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me
I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me
Put me out my misery, I live in misery
I kill all my enemies, 'cause I live comfortably
Those who seek me, are called wise men
Or either wise-guys I prey you comprehend
And realize I'm condemned

+HyBriD+
03-23-2006, 12:14 AM
"I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
Then tell me am I lost cause I'm lonely
I thought I had friends but in the end a ***** dies lonely" 2pac

NiHiL
03-23-2006, 03:33 AM
mentors - golden showers:

Listen little girl it´s near the hour
Come with me and take golden shower
Listen little slut, do as you´re told
Come with daddy for me to pour the gold
Golden shower, it´s getting near the hour
For a golden shower,
I´ve got the righteous power
All through my excrements you shall roam
Open your mouth and taste the foam
Bend up and smell my anal vapor
Your face is my toilet paper
Golden shower, I´ve got the power
For a golden shower,
I´ve got the righteous power
Our relationship I don´t want to spoil it
You are my personal toilet
Listen little girl
It´s getting near the hour
On your face I leave a shit tower
Shit tower, prune skin power
Smellin´ sour, it´s the shit tower
Golden showers,
It´s getting near the hours
For a golden shower,
I´ve got the righteous power

ushahahahahhahahhahahahhahahhahahahhaha read that shit carfully and DO NOT let your girl friend read it

Urban Ninja
04-05-2006, 02:36 PM
Heiroglyphics - soweto


Unhh
Now this is how it is
We try to handle biz
And make moves in this land where the power lives
Where they devour kids
And acts of cowardice rule from a tool of violence and a shrouded bliss
I try to release my malice
And develop my inner peace in a place so callous
Maybe I'll go to Angle or other Gold Coast
And blow smoke with the old folks cause they know most

Capture the cultured pearls, jewels, and gems
It's a treasure hunt to stimulate your medulla stem
The furthest reaches are within your clutches
Concrete covered countries to the most birded regions
Virgin territories, those exposed to man made woes
They know them Hieros
Electrified with lectures, collect respect and ride on
Before you even know this I'm gone (No)
Go to Saigon, Singapore, Sicily
They consider me epitome in Italy (That's right)
Hit Libya, India, Morocco
Or go to Oakland and hit the eight deuce block dough
Chicago, Liberia, Nigeria
'Frisco is cold like Siberia
The list goes on
Deport the gulf of Spain
Maine, San Juan, Guam, or San Luis Obispo

Go to the jungle
Go to the city
Visit Soweto
Live in the Bay or
Somewhere in between
Cause you'll never be unseen

Go to the jungle
Go to the city
Visit Soweto
Live in the Bay or
Somewhere in between
Cause you'll never be unseen

I don't know dog
Maybe it's just me
But I feel I'm clutching
To hold nothing
I mean bluffing
I got the poker face
I don't really know my place
And I never chose this way
So I go astray
Throw aways blow away
Every hope I hold today
We were sold as slaves
The sky is cold and grey
My *****s showed the way
So fan and listen now with this
I see my golden age

Unhh
Times on travellin’
Boundary crossin'
Now we talkin'
Worldwide, now we cost em'
Fo' sho' partner I'm a globetrotter
Downing shots of gold slaga'
Smokin' like a 'O' roster
I've flown lots of places in a Continental
Every spot we've been to
We monumental
We rock the venue like we dropped a missile
But it ain't an attack
That’s why the people keep on bringing us back, feel that

(One, two, three)

I didn't tap a belly
Still I'm lovin’ Makaveli
Trying to reach the pinnacle
And we will, so be ready
Said we jetty
I've never stolen energy
Combined with visionary minds so we itchin' to blow
Like a Dirty Harry trigger finger
With a needle quicker than my Pilipino homies on the two turntables
See the truth enables sight through your damaged cornea
We got the formula from Oakland California

Urban Ninja
04-05-2006, 02:42 PM
Pep love of Hieroglyphics - Classic

We puttin in work, to make your body jerk
We won't shirk the duty of makin you shake your gluteus
maximus, Yeah, that's what's up!
The music is movin', you need to be catchin' up
Classical massacres occurs in a flash a blur
Smashin' our hammer Then we clash with words
Adrenalin rush shatter you fragile
gentlemen When I hit 'em up, with agile style
Venom and change the game like two ways did pagers
And 2Pac did before the plagerist came
Sword swing, around we not horsing
I'ma do mine, you do your thing
Hieroglyphics is monolithic
Chronicle and I careen in on a collision course to contradiction
God is listenin'
We collage, analyze with the touch of a brush to paint this picture
I'm heart felt with the texture of velvet
My art propellin'...the wax start meltin'
We makin' the matrix break to this
And motivatin' the shake complacentness
Mixed of many maneuvers
We get blitzed and the groove is deep as it gets to reap benefits
From Oakland to Brooklyn
The language spoken...
broken and crooked You know how we do it!

xDISMALx
04-05-2006, 02:44 PM
Dystopia-Taste your own medicine

why are animals so abused?
used as jackets, bracelets, and shoes
cosmetics, and food, and cagd up in zoos
i think it should be done to you
kill furriers, rip off their heads
grate their skin, eat their flesh
break into a scientists lab
vivisect the fucker, stab em to death
slaughter your children like you slaughter veal
i show no pity cos its just a meal to me
i am smarter so its justified
follow your logic and kill your whole family
make them drink draino, lysol, and gas
then shove electrodes straight up their ass
eat malathion, eat DDT
you made your bed, now in it you sleep
your ehtics and morals, fucked up and stupid
no value for life, unless it is human
club you like you club seals
lured and beaten, see how it feels
your body stuffed, a trophy for all
drink beer and laugh with your head on my wall
brainwashed from birth
eat death, wear death, oblivious
didn't know, didn't care, didn't ask
eat death, wear death, oblivious
do you know? do you care?

Urban Ninja
04-05-2006, 02:58 PM
Pep love again - the powers that be

Hieroglyphics came/
triumphant reign...un-con-tained
Runnin through the plains of some hunted slaves
Emperors who were meant to be entered into the end of the world
As we spin to the heat of the sun's temperature...hot!
Distance measure how many flows I got
Persistent pressure as we get this cheddar
For the business and the betterment of my folks
All my green stars mount up
Ready let's go!

We sustain out of Earth cause we came outta her
The devils get slain when I sling slang
Hotter then a lot of lava
from Barbeta to Bahamas
All the way to Capa Capa
We parlé'in, clokcin dollars like
good fellas, Suckas get jealous
cause we make lettuce and we still rebelious
And the industry could never jail us
All my *****z free to be ourselves and our record still sell!
This is hip hop Olympics
Hieroglyphics the Dream Team
Rappers livin outta they means, tryin to bling bling
Get your fat chain stole!
Get your whole crew exposed
We done had them hos dog!
I'm magical and when I grab these flows
Out the hat it blows 'em back to the last 3 rows
We mashin, massive action-packed shit
Hit 'em with a passion and that's it!

Urban Ninja
04-05-2006, 03:07 PM
Pep Love - all things

Deceptions inception and interception of our direction
is intertwined with what goes on in our minds
Take a look at your reflection
What you perceive is based on what you believe is true
Shackled and chained and thinkin you as free
as a eagle in the sky, need I remind you?
The pen is an inkwell, *****z is slaves
Even if we not locked up, we on our way

SALVO
04-05-2006, 03:08 PM
"*****s wanna talk shit? I pop clips...bitch I put my dick on yo lips."

LeaksOne
09-19-2008, 10:04 PM
pharcyde - on the DL verse 2
i woke up in the mornin to a girl whose butt soft
got up brushed my teeth cleaned my nuts off
put on the gear that i would wear throughout the day
right before i take a shower i am ashamed to say
when i think of the night before an the heated passion
your big brown booty my mind starts flashin
im lookin in the mirror with my cock on rock
should i persue to do you or jus stroke my knot
while my thoughts get deeper im caught in a jam
went to the bathroom with cocoa butter in my hand
close the door behind me locked it very tight
im thinkin of all the nasty things we did last night
slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
an let the hand i hold the mic wit take control
closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
im thinkin of all the crazy ways you made me feel
as my thoughts get deeper an a little more intense
if you dont kno what comes next well your jus too dense

Mos Def - mr *****
Say ho, everybody say ho
By the way yo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
By the way yo, everybody say ho
Everybody say hooooo- hooo
Everybody say ho

And check it out now
Who is the cat eatin out on the town
And make the whole dining room turn they head round
Mr *****, ***** *****
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Who be ridin up in the highrise elevator
Other tenants who be prayin they ain't the new neighbor
Mr *****, ***** *****
They try to play him like a chump cause he got what they want

He under thirty years old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low ccause his pockets stay swoll'
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
V.I.P. at the club, backstage at the show
(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips on the road neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs
Straight all across the globe watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital phone up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem; even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, it's called race
That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase
Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case
You livin large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face

Now, who is cat dining out on the town
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year to sit him down
Mr *****, ***** *****
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat at Armani buyin wears
With the tourists who be askin him, do you work here?
Mr *****, ***** *****
***** *****

Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def
White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe
"I didn't say it.."
But they'll say it out loud again
When they get with they close associates and friends
You know, sneak it in with they friends at the job
Happy hour at the bar while this song is in they car
And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed
They actions reveal how their hearts really feel
Like, late night I'm on a first class flight
The only brother in sight the flight attendent catch fright
I sit down in my seat, 2C
She approach officially talkin about, "Excuse me"
Her lips curl up into a tight space
Cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place
Showed her my boarding pass, and then she sort of gasped
All embarrassed put an extra lime on my water glass
An hour later here she comes by walkin past
"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"
(Wowwww.. Mr. ***** I love you, I have all your albums!..)
They stay on ***** patrol on american roads
And when you travel abroad they got world ***** law
Some folks get on a plane go as they please
But I go over seas and I get over-SEIZED
London Heathrow, me and my people
They think that illegal's a synonym for negro
Far away places, customs agents flagrant
They think the dark face is smuggle weight in they cases
Bags inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalyis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained til damn near the next day
No evidence, no appology and no regard
Even for the big american rap star
For us especially, us most especially
A Mr ***** VIP jail cell just for me
"If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake
Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face"
They say they want you successful, but then they make it stressful
You start keepin pace, they start changin up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the town
State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him down
Mr *****, ***** *****
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill
They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real
Mr *****, ***** *****
***** *****.. *****

You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna
Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter
Same press kickin dirt on Michael's name
Show Woody and Soon-Yi at the playoff game, holdin hands
Sit back and just bug, think about that
Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.J. found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fuckin with that ***** for last five years
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right?
Do you do the same shit when the defendent face is white?
If white boys doin it, well, it's success
When I start doin, well, it's suspect
Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money
America's five centuries deep in cotton money
You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up
It's new, y'all livin off of slave traders paper
But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though
I'm puttin up the big swing for my kids yo
Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo
I'm a get her them pretty bay windows
I'm a cop a nice home to provide in
A safe environment for seeds to reside in
A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in
And if I'm still Mr *****, I won't find it suprisin

Little Brother - whatever you say
I usually play the background, you know clean cut
Soft spoken well dressed dipped out straight chillin
When I'm in the club yo, sipping the sprite with the
Ill lemon mixed in it sipping on it I was just chillin
Til I saw you that's when my heart stopped knees gave
Head sweating jaws locked I was sweating you
Like god damn girl you got a ***** going buck wild
Mesmerized star struck I was thinking maybe
We can go out like to the movies or the Applebees
Blockbuster state fair but you looked at me and
Said fuck that you just a herb with no money and
No jeep and no condo and I thought that Little Brother
Had a record deal, ok I see where you going now
Want a sweat a ***** when you think he got a cash advance
And some personal time but fuck that
I got your head still bobbing and my verse didn't rhyme
So it's what ever girl

i got alot. maybe ill put some up later

anti-anti-crime
09-19-2008, 11:13 PM
strike like lightening, fight like tyson.

the system we rebel, the mainstream as well.

2 of the greatest lines

Panda Jerk
09-19-2008, 11:17 PM
look ive never had a dream in my life
cos a dream is what u wanna do but still havnt persued
i knew what i wanted and did it til it was done
so ive been the dream i wanted to be since day one!
-aesop rock

im the king of rock
ther aint none highya
sucka mc's shuld call me syah!
-Run DMC

Now here's a little story, I've got to tell
About three bad brothers, you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, M.C.A., and me, Mike D.
Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself, with nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot, the beer is getting flat
Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy
His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy", he said, "Hi"


He told a little story, that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?"
I said, "You can't get none!"
Had a chance to run
Pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said,


"Now my name is M.C.A., I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here, an outlaw and his beer
I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear."
We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin


Now, "I got the gun, you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said,
I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat
So I'm on the run, the cop's got my gun
And right about now, it's time to have some fun
The King Adrock, that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."
We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't.", but I know he did
The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money."
Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!", and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
"I'm Mike D. and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect"
M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef, and he got dropped
Mike D. grabbed the money, M.C.A. snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold
-beastie boys

Vagrant
09-19-2008, 11:25 PM
"I don't believe in cops, bosses, or politicians
some call that anarchism.
I just call it having a fucking heart that beats."

- Wingnut Dishwashers Union

sketch3
09-20-2008, 06:47 AM
Jehst - City Of Industry lyrics


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[Scratches]
[Verse 1:]
Air poured, my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war
The quintessential outlaw
Eye of the storm, my tears fall as a torrential downpour
The flood, your death wish written in blood
I came in from the cold, clothes dripping with mud
Gripping a club, primitive, a stick is a dud
Swinging a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch
I drink black rain, take another swig and I'm drunk
Taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold
Spitting out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold
I never sold my soul for fool's gold
So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity
Some broke down, now the still city's a ghost town
Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
Seasons of espionage as time passes
The lion hearted, survival of the hardest artist
My open arms embrace darkness
Still craving carnage and infamy
But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry
[Scratches]



[Verse 2:]
You can see me as cynical, trapped in my own gothic vision
Encapsulating chaos in this composition
Calculated like the lies of a politician
Gripping the slingshot, I size up the opposition
I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise
Fire water falling from these grey skies
To paint your train lines, chrome over red brick
Reflective, like a gemstone in a cesspit
Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic
Infected by the forked tongue of a liar
Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
And my night's spent running the ?
Unspired by the freak show
I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke
My words are folklore, that survived the Cold War
New World Order and so forth
I go north, ankle-deep in snowfall
Leaping over dry stone walls with a ?
Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
It's the last twilight before the silence of death
[Scratches]

PILLOWROCK
09-20-2008, 06:57 AM
how bout

"ladies sweat the style like the squirrels sweat the nuts"

Mass Appeal
09-20-2008, 07:15 AM
" frying mc's like a pound of bacon "

lol.

sketch3
09-20-2008, 07:20 AM
big l^^^^





big l dice game
Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice
The corner's crowded, *****z must be rollin dice
I parked the ride so my ***** Iroc can crash the lye spot
and I'ma gamble until he come back - why not?
Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped
The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat
They playin cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough
I bets nothin less than a G yo, you know my steelo
First I was losin then I started throwin headcrack
after headcrack, got my bread back, jumped in my red Ac'
I'm waitin for my ***** to come out of the spot
I see *****z startin to plot, and I'm far from my block
Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in"
On my face he saw the grin and said, "How much did you win?"
I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 G's
My man was hungry so I dropped him off at Mickey D's
Now I'm alone, headin home to rest my dome
Spotted some *****z trailin so I picked up the phone
Called Bones, I said, "Yo son, I'm on the run
Need your help before I get done
Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun"
I don't believe this, this ***** said he can't make it
cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked
and then he hung up
And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a fuck
That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what?
I'm cruisin fast and they still behind me
The same ***** who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey
It's about to get, real hasty
Grabbed the steel, took it off safety
cause I refuse to let these *****z waste me
I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash
And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass
And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash
I was injured too, leakin with a deep gash
I ain't panicked, I was quite calm
Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left
Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat
Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin my heat
It's over now, cause both of these motherfuckers asleep
I think I'm dyin, I'm feelin weak out on my feet
but before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first
to one-forty-first and Bradhurst
That's where Bones live, walked in the buildin, staggerin
Lookin tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down
From the look in my eye, he knew he would die
Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, "Why?"
Then he offered me, all of his cheese
then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze
Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out
into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out
The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but
damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out
and started blowin they started blowin back I'm goin all out
I ain't holdin back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin back
I kept shootin, one shot caught a cop dead in his top
The other pig ducked behind a big truck
I was bleedin real bad, and couldn't stop it
but still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets
The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near
Seen kids playin everywhere then threw the cash in the air
I watched all of them, run for they share
and all I can do was stare
I got weak and fell on my rear
Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the Jakes
but it's too late, I'm knockin on the pearly gates

Yeah, casualties of a dice game
Never gamble with snakes
Let that be a lesson to ya
Yeah, it's Corleone y'all
Yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all
Big L y'all, Flamboyant baby, yeah
Big L.. uhh
Big L.. yeah, it's Flamboyant y'all, yeah

sketch3
09-20-2008, 07:31 AM
canibus


Yo, Houston to Earth
Watch the ripper crucify you with verse
My urethra to ya uvula, quenches your thirst
Put your flames out with dry desert dirt where leopards lurk
Lock your soul down with an esoteric weapon search
Strap a bomb to one of your labels record clerks
And activate it as soon as they get to work
Ring the alarm, red alert, ***** it gets worse
Bypass security networks with select words
Megahertz make nebulas reverse till your head burst
Call the press first and ask them who got the best verse
Give me the respect I deserve
If you are what you eat, it's obvious I can't eat what I'm worth
Yall *****s eat pussy and burp
The other half of yall suck dick till your jaws and ya neck hurt
When you address me ***** end your sentence with sir
Critics went beszerk they aint even heard my best work
See I broke into the mind by
Quietly goin by their eardrum walls and hotwired they skulls
Yeah I earned the name Canibus, but what did it cost?
Battle rappers nothing but a serendipitous whore
*****s probably like, what da fuck he dissin him for?
Yeah he dissed me first but you was never informed
I'm one of the top five *****, my shit is tight *****
you heard it right *****, I rock mics *****
But the limelight isn't where I belong
The top four don't even look in the mirror no more
If they did I'd be in the mirror looking back at em, ready to grab them
Kidnap them, and put them on my album
I rip jackers, Rip the time space fabric
Loop the future with the past tense looking for patterns
Eradicate Africans that sold Africans to Saxons
and forced black men to pay taxes
Attack a wack bitch with counter tactics
Split your bullet proof chases in half with a rapid gatling
Keep firing at cha till you trapped in
Now come back and scramble for helicopter extractions
While I'm back and forth back braggin
How I tortured them faggots and stabbed them with rip the jacker daggers
Slay dragons with old passages from black magic manuscripts
I found in the cabinet written in Arabic
Translate to characters one by one, like Arafat tarot cards suggest
I make terrorist threats through your stereo sets
Various anthrax carriers sendin serin to the press
At an imaginary address, Cani's the best
Untraceable, your pictures unpaintable, canvas thats wet
Let me dry you of wit some of this fire I spit
26 years old ***** look how I spit
A microphone fiend since I was like fourteen
My Cuban uncle used to sell cocaine, OK?
I'm reloaded, you fuckin wit the wrong emcee
Crudes felt your cold disease to the whole industry
Potent as Hennessey that was distilled in Tennessee
One shot scrambles your memory indefinitely
Nowadays a hundred bars aint impressive to me
You stepping to me ***** do it intelligently
You wanna battle or you wanna fuckin wrestle wit me
You aint better than me, you just got an obsession wit me
Canibus hybrid, the cake icing of rhyminingness
As I grow older I get colder like the declining
Climate of earth's environment, I'm entirely tireless
Rhymes come from my higherness of wireless dialect
Scientist on cyber speed design my specs
Astral project, therein height in secs, chakras connect
Doctors inspect what they can't possibly interpret yet
That's why they revert to threats
They curse and throw fits
They like immature earth cadets, looking like Captain Kirk in a dress
Lyrically I step on you, rip on you, then I defecate what I just digested on you
I'm better than you, I'm better than you, I'm better than you
Just to get the checkered flag I'll put the pressure on you
Put the extra effort on you
Write a motha fuckin letter to you and your editors too, threatin you
Detective check your mail and your messenger to
You can take this verbal slashin that I left as a clue
Execute the type of wickedness the devil approves
Which basically means I can do whatever witchu
I'm a rap music mutant, wit a cool name
Misconstrue fame but I spit butane
Blue flames out giant CO2 tanks
Demagnetize memory banks, enhanced, advanced
One of a kind like modern man's retina scan
Quick as a glance and flickers from kerosene lamps
What you want me to break first your jaw or your grill?
What type of spit you want from me sparkling or steel
Study law, yield draw up my own deals
So the longer they resist me the stronger I feel
Spread the ganglia from Tanzania to the flats of East Anglia
Give up, you cant keep up
The man eater in a wife beater
Spreadin Typhoid Fever through mic receivers with light reverb
Type in the right keywords, I might emerge
Takes a really nice ***** to excite these nerds
*****s wanna see the gully in me, keep fuckin with me
Never under pressure, I keep the pressure under me
Bun?? Or weed, drop a freestyle on the internet then watch *****s burn the CD
Upload a picture of your mug getting DP'd
I'm one size away from 13, believe it she p'd
I'm the illest and its gonna be that way for eva
Word of mouth is good but a mouth of words is betta *****
No body gets sicker than the ripper!!!!!!!!!

Thrice
09-20-2008, 09:17 AM
"put a quarter in your ass because you played yourself" -beastie boys.

TECKN
09-20-2008, 09:20 AM
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo ***** respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

[Chorus: Method Man]

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse Two: Inspector Deck]

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin -- going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

[Outro:]

[Chorus -- 4X]

*****s gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Cuz we can't just get by no more
Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down

[Chorus -- 3X]

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, YEAH

PILLOWROCK
09-20-2008, 07:33 PM
"Calling all cars, call all cars. petro"

HRbN
09-20-2008, 09:21 PM
Its too bad that i have to smear your eye liner and make up
but if what they say is true and you are what you eat, i hope im you when i wake up.

PACKFM son

simple zen
09-21-2008, 01:52 PM
how about something with knowledge behind it?


Yo
The water ain't safe, the land's made of water
I hug a half empty glass my dignity's trying to pawn her
I'm trying to see the future in a tea cup and a saucer
But I rather be drinking coffee with my cigarette foster
And a run away buckle the cloud-nine fantasy filter to force the
brutal truth
Of daily market place wars through the roof
I mean I stood beneath the icicles that bleed under the awning
And magically mastered the great absorbing of spirit falling
But I'm sick, I've plowed these fields a thousand times over
Sold botanicle research studies to farmers with whole quarters
And when science proposes to art besides that peace-full sea
I'll be that cat with a ring on a pillow shouting finally
Take a number, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber
A hundred thousand freaks on parade for the village hunter
My every when acted upon has gone loopy
But I play a game called lets prepare barnacle city for the end
or new sink
I split the radius at go getter bellies, reconnaissance
Seeping fossil genie bottle optimist freeze
Run from the fountain but the fountain is a desert optical
tease
Tummy full of sand running man impossible stop
There's a wing in my gut and i'm all dust
Surfing the earth and I dine-rise certainly flushed
Now one in the hand is worth two atop the tallest cedar
But what lies inside my heart is off the mother f**king meter

[Chorus]
See the Water ain't safe no more
'I'm just trying to build my self to act as a truly better man
damn'
See the water ain't safe no more
'Nah nah the water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be a solid oak tree for every child to carve
its name across
'The water ain't safe no more'
I'm just trying to be the dream of ever peasant the hurricane
can offer
'I'm just trying to be some body I can talk to in the morning
with a smile'
The Water ain't safe no more..

[Verse Two]

And i've always been a 40 night chronologic hostage
Rusted hook in the lip of the monarch
Wingless Anime
I don't play in the man race cycle
Hope floater
Gloating inside carnal indifference till doom cops are slight
and
potent quotas
I'm 20 something pumping acrylic tomorrow side ways
Blazing passage with a map tattooed on the back of the classless
Now tip toe across a lost cause
Because a lost cause found
Don't mean you found a cause
That means you found a lost cause
Ok now ive been here for role playing
Slaying my here and now
To benefit consumption for my peers steering the plow
And its incredible
Handy jackets turn numerals to sentinels
But bad apples ain't sweet and cretins ain't that memorable
I'm Mozart with a focus on the tide
Hiding the inconsistencies of man behind water and wine
I wear a tiger stripped ego and bilbo act my progression
With a kingliness formulated through the flesh of the oppressors
God had a flask I can prove it
You really think the 13 loops that loose daughter
spawned me a sober unit, check potion
Addressed the ghost inside my TV with a ruler
Adhere to the back bone stone pusher
Here ten thousand hackers deep in a movement
Thats 20,000 crucial ruby heels clicking in unison
It's beautiful, truly beautiful
I keep a stick inside my hand
and carve my name inside every wall of the falling hologram

RezOner..
09-21-2008, 06:49 PM
I'll see your smug statement and raise you Algarnas tradgard
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffuDxLGarS8

simple zen
09-21-2008, 08:30 PM
i'll see whatever the fuck that is, i didn't even look, and raise you all these asterisks.

I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard *****s
With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare *****s
And I race scared *****s, them snake head *****s
That take care of *****s who don't break bread with us
*****s make dead *****s and hate black *****s
Brown *****s hide yellow *****s and them red *****s
No telling when the bullet coming, be prepared *****s
Cuz when it do it coming land, sea and air *****s
That's everywhere *****s, Am I the muthafucking legendary?
Yeah *****s, make it very clear *****s
Been looking at y'all in my rearview
Mirror *****s want to be a millionaire, I'm already there *****s
I'm the definiere *****, a bear taking more than my share
Lookee here, yeah, I know it ain't fair *****
Neither is a bar even with a hair trigger
Haystack, try and find a needle up in there *****
Leave you up in there *****, show me the puppet
That don't need a puppeteer *****, shed another tear *****
I'm in the field with a shield and a spear *****
I'm in your girl with her heels in the air *****
I am such a fair *****, you in a battle telling
Me you not ready like you figured I'ma bear with you
I don't care *****, you now listening to the sounds
Of the money making jam trillionaires *****
Gentlemen of an extraordinary league
You never see me blowing on no ordinary weed
What I'm smoking ain't a product of no ordinary seed
Your boy is heavy treed, I'm feeling merry
As a Tyler Perry scene, that monetary gang green
We tried to launder the cash and never came clean
So now I'm in the story with all the cats before me
And smoke purgatory for doing the same thing
And them *****s ain't change, them *****s can't change
Their moms shake their heads saying it's such a dang shame
?? to the buck, did another dang plan
My stage and my government ain't the same name
I'm a rock star, love it that my wallet chain hang
I'm a modern day saint; I'm a modern day king
My definition I can finally explain
Cold smooth like that dud Sean Connery was playing
I just got to be the man, I'm the father figure and
When I spit it's something like a psychology exam
If you stand where I stood, you could probably understand
How that mic feeling like a million dollars in my hand
It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram
And twist with your zanny, work your set, work it down
What's your net working plan? You better look alive
Cuz them *****s outside looking desperate again *****
And the blunts and liquor killing our lungs and liver
The asthmatic drug addict I function with it
I put a rapper in a hole where the dust will sit
for spitting played out patterns that once was hitting
I got news for you all, let me show you how to ball
See the legendary fall? I ain't heard of that
Y'all *****s is off the wall like Aresnio Hall
I'ma put you right back where the dirt is at
450 fahrenheit on the thermostat
Somebody starving like a white girl ?? that
But she not a earner yet, she couldn't put in no work,
not earning that, the black microphone murder vet
I'm in a class of my own,
If I got beef with you, you the last one to know
I arrive on time, I'm never fashionable
You late, I'm already international-able
I done toured to Berlin, banged in Beijing
You never seen nothing can't say the same thing
Tell somebody Black Thought, yeah you know the name ring
So give him the game ring for bringing what them *****s can't bring
My hustle is long, my muscle is strong
My man put the paper in the duffle I'm gone
Y'all still a light year from the level I'm on
Just a pawn stepping right into the head of the storm
You been warned, I will blow y'all *****s and disintegrate
I'm a rebel, renegade must stay paid

atlok7
09-21-2008, 10:56 PM
Hello kiddies qwels flows witty shit hes got the city open dose the comatose flow fuck it try to rhyme it right

the start of the best verse of all time. Qwel. period.

00-made-00
09-27-2008, 03:13 PM
I hope this beats flame resistant
When i come off the top ive lost the plot like books with pages missing
Won't break tradition im keeping it real
Plant seeds of destruction in elysian fields
Spit heat to combustion blessing a beat
My peeps are weaving a world wide web of deceit
And until we reasting in peace not shareing love
Be scared of us we go out on a limb like a pair of gloves
Tearing up vets shouting abuse
I don't respect my elders i drowned them in the foutain of youth
And i ice pick my brain for rhymes
My frame of mind turns food for thought into migraines of rice
Rhyme asylum ninja assasin
You left with anaphylactic shock once i sting into action
Taken under the wing of a dragon
After i was born the bibles authors had to print a retracton

Possessed from rhyme asylum the song is iller instinct.
Also big up the aesop lyrics.

Reason To-Shine
09-27-2008, 11:37 PM
I ain't signin' on a new lease,
No cooks, no keys,
Models with the nose bleeds,
White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;
Party 'til I'm 50,
Wake up on my parent's lawn
Them cops still out to get me,
And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink,
Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank,
I'm 'a go where I always go;
Drinks are on the house,
Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth

We got the drum hits, tell your kid to get a bit a etiquette before he splits his seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric

smooth_nuts
09-28-2008, 12:11 AM
"you wacker then the motherfucker you bit your style from,you wouldn't sell two copies if you pressed a double album!"
not a verse...but still dope

BALDheadSLICK
09-28-2008, 08:56 AM
"The only pops i ever had was on the kellogs box!..........

WoeInfinite
09-28-2008, 01:33 PM
Nas - Rewind..the whole song.
genius.

simple zen
09-28-2008, 10:02 PM
I hope this beats flame resistant


Possessed from rhyme asylum the song is iller instinct.
Also big up the aesop lyrics.

yeah man, noone even comes remotely close. i still don't know what many of his songs mean.

framin-It
09-28-2008, 10:12 PM
what about "rodny kid aint ever felt a beat like this" -Binary starr

bowchicabowow
09-28-2008, 10:30 PM
"I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror,
worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer."
Atmosphere - Don't ever fucking question that

Atmosphere - RFTC
You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint
Like you high on that Krylon running through your veins
You look like a war vet staring at them trains
It's like you zen the fuck out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Looking at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down time
Nerves at blast, disturbing the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been trying hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

[Chorus (2X):]
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(I want to tell him you were good on the foot now)
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(Better believe you ran as fast as you could)

It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot hiding in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beating hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's start this
Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe stopped
Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the cuffs holding you
Already got a few cases over you
But then the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, must've lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this
Cause this cop grew up on hip hop

[Chorus (2X):]
Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(It all depends on where the pieces are put)

Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood
(Now do your thing and make the neighborhood look good)

simple zen
09-28-2008, 10:36 PM
^^^ i just listened, good stuff.

GeSuS_KRiST
09-29-2008, 05:19 AM
http://www.myspace.com/lookma39noplans
My new band if anyones interested, Please feel free to add and spread...

Case-One
09-29-2008, 07:29 PM
simple zens got the idea, anything Aesop spits is fuckin magic on the mic, a real poet, and water is one of my favorite tracks

simple zen
10-01-2008, 10:58 PM
[Verse 1 : Slug]
I woke up on the wrong side of my head
converts the day into search for awake until I go to bed
I drove up, but misplaced the directions they learned
ignored the arrows and the signs
just follow the sense
I don't know whether or not you can comprehend
levers and knobs got stripped and that was just within the launch of it
they found me up in up to my neck
all they saw was his head on top the ocean
it didn't stop the motion,
they kept goin'
perfect, didn't recognize Slug
or the effects he'd have when he disrupts the class
mission bound, twisting around my realm of lost
cash is expensive, I think O can smell the cost
decomposure, something died right behind that wall
TV gave me all I needed
it only took a phone call
paid by the minute
85%'s a second coming
all over the breasts of she who left the water running
flood the basement, drowned the MC's and centipedes
filed complaints, civil suits and try to sue the sidle tendancies
energy drained, drain plugged -- hence the flood
find the fault line, shift plate, take blame off of Slug

[Beyond]
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments - they need to be constructed,
Adjustments

[Verse 2 : Slug]
Aiyo Money lets sit down if you've got the time
cuz if can take the time I've got some substance on my mind
no I don't really know you, but i know who you are
we've spoke a few times, joked a few times
we even toked a few times
I can remember one time purchasing weed from you once
yeah it was worth it
one time we even discussed maybe hooking up and workin'
it didn't happen, but that's not the reason for this
I know I should just get to the point
so lets all get to the point
but lets all get to the point
you may get pissed at what I'm about to spit
bottom line is mad or not somebody needs to say this shit
when I'm finished, you might wanna fight
but I don't wanna fight, i've seen you fight
go ahead get wild, and I'll still smile for bein' right
see me and mics are like marriage -- make's life complete
and you've been fuckin' with nasal drugs renders love obsolete
I dare to speak upon you, not to front on you
but I'd rather address this here matter
than have to duck and shun you
it's getting close to harvest, time to count your livestock
all I've got for a hype is a 5 spots to shovel my sidewalk
it's still within you, I can see it, I think it froze
'cuz you keep cooling it off putting winter in your nose

[Beyond]
Man, I don't know about you no more kid
I mean look at your shit, I mean your shits all off balance
I mean I don't know, your fucking with these drugs and shit
I just don't know, I don't know

Adjustments - they need to be constructed
Adjustments - they need to be constructed

[Verse 3: Slug]
Adjustments they remain, but not just for the purpose of adaption
cuz that's natural, I'm trying to stay alert to actions
surroundings became more dangerous
the more familar i've became with strangers
and the more I've focused on they strangeness
strain with this, but i guess that's out of choice,
he pinned me down, gave me the right to shut up after I used my voice
well guess what? Fuck You
and that's all I wanted to say
go tell your kids about my crew and the next venue we're gonna play
stressed out, but that's nothing new everyone is
and it's gonna stay that way cuz nowadays that's how we're running shit
punishment: that's just another fancy way to say it's time to wake up
fuck your fame I'm trying to build some game for my man Jacob
that's my son
some say spittin' image
same smile different grimace
when grown I hope he's never prone to heed the limits
of life, life probably the biggest word I've ever said,
that says alot cuz there's a whole lot of words inside my head
death almost a quarter deep, still ain't learned to cope
I struggle to see the horizon while I'm hanging from this rope

PeeInTheShower
10-02-2008, 10:32 PM
i'll see that adjust and raise you scapegoat...

It's the caffeine, the nicotine, the miligrams of tar
It's my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, it's my car
It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It's the cat box it needs to be changed, it's the pain
It's women, it's the plight for power it's government
It's the way you're giving knowledge
slow with thought control and subtle hints
It's rubbing it, itching it, It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana
It's the embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander
It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos
It's game shows, It's cheap liquor, blunts,
It's bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitor, the soundman, it's the motherfucking mic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil' mommy's pill
Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs
It's bloods, crips, fives, six
It's stick up kids,
It's christian conservative terrorists, it's porno flicks
It's the east coast, no it's the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's reality, fuck it , it's everything but me

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
<<KRS One scratched 4x>> "it's all according that life on a whole..."

It's in the water, it's in the air, it's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, It's inconsistent, incomplete
It's in the streets, every city everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It's the health care system, it's welfare victims
It's assault weapons, it's television religion, and it's false lessons
It's cops, police, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit
It's wondering if you get to eat, it's the heat
It's the winter , the weather
It's herpes, and it's forever
It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It's the drama that keeps on between me and my seed's mom
It's that need to speak long, it's that hunger for attention
It's the wack , who attack songs of redemption
It's prevention, It's the first solution
It's loose, it's out for retribution,
it's mental pollution...and public execution
It's the nails that keep my hands and feet to these boards
It's the part time job that governs what you can afford
It's the fear, It's the fake
It's clear it can make time stop
and leave you stranded in the year of the snake
It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denomination
It's hourly wages for your professional observations
It's on your face and it's in your eyes
It's everything you be
Cause it ain't me, motherfucker, cause it ain't me, uh

On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on (3x)
<<KRS One scratched til close>> "It's all according that life on a whole..."

RetroLikeWhoa13
10-02-2008, 10:35 PM
fuck yes dude.
that song helps me relieve stress.
a friend lost that cd and i havent seen it in months.

PeeInTheShower
10-02-2008, 10:36 PM
fuck yes dude.
that song helps me relieve stress.
a friend lost that cd and i havent seen it in months.

i like finding the instrumental and going bizerk like i'm slug, but even angrier. makes me feel badass. i add a tiny bit of emotional stress to the end of every sentence and shit. it's trill.

Facedorateur
10-03-2008, 05:29 PM
''Heaven is a girl i know somewere, she makes me feel better when im feeling bad''

Def Leppard

unreal180
10-03-2008, 05:55 PM
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac coupe Deville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my caddy will




best song ever

HRbN
10-03-2008, 06:04 PM
word^

old school

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]
I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
I-10 hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Chorus

[Fat Pat]
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

Chorus

[Lil' Will]
Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
to make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So ***** ***** what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Chorus

[Yungstar]
I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out, *****z they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den
Boobie diamond Ruby's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Chorus

[Hawk]
I hit the highway
Everything's my way, I par-le
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- I contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the H.A.W.K.

deviant1
10-03-2008, 07:54 PM
i jerk off inside books and give life to words
leaving concepts stuck together youve probably never heard
-technique

ErrorOner...
10-03-2008, 09:39 PM
"...but as he got older he started to realize, everyone's smiles was just jealousy in disguise..."

"writin angry to get frustration out through poetry, Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely"

"That's real, and ain't nothing realer then that
The world is much colder then the steal of a gat
But yet he moved on, he fought to stay strong
In this cold world, to stay warm he put a jacket on
Made of 100 percent pain
The label said the only way to wash it was to stand out in rain
But he still was cold, the other kids were old
All he really wanted in life was Jordan's and gold"

all of it is Benefit who i hope to hear some new shit from soon.

00-made-00
10-05-2008, 12:37 PM
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher cause I knew Id get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was lee, he drove a z,
Hed pick her up from school promptly at three oclock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First Id write her name then carve a plus,
With my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass

She keeps on passin me by...

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and shelly
See shes my type of hype and I cant stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I havent gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
Im shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her (*****)
But, all I can do is stare...
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now shes more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although shes crazy steppin, Ill try to stop her stride
Cause I wont have no more of this passin me by

And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didnt have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdies gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin me by...

Now there she goes again, the dopest ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasnt such a wimp!
cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, ps love me tender
The letter came back three days later: return to sender
Damn!

IMO this is the best post in this thread.

seywhat
10-13-2008, 08:35 PM
"It Viktor the slicksta

It's like limbo
how low can you go
Vee go lower than your bimbo panty hose
Damn yo
I say that's pretty damn low
In the city streets with more ammo than Rambo
Hambo
Y'all don't want Vee in it
Make the coolest cat piss his Coogi in a minute
When he blow and get ballin at the top slot
Twenty G's a head for whoever's calling cop shot
Kack, kack, kack, kack, kack
Popsnot"

"He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed
In case it might need, it didn't mean much
For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch"

"he used to get straight A's
nowadays get way payed is the pet phrase
set the stage, preferably night time
daylight reserved for research and writin' rhymes
things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
and his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
goin' all out to the fullest, all dipped
chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip
black electric tape over the hole in the handle
if you hold it right and hit 'em with it they can't tell
but still, you gotta be careful
dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earfull
v personally favors, "please dont kill me"
empty out your pockets and I probably wont willy
but if you don't hurry up and shut up, I'll kill ya
so lay down and count to a hundred loud will ya?
when the nickle gleam like its greased up
thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up
this could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you
so keep something to cut in case you has to
if he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
and be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
these clever war tips
you wont get from cats who never wore skips
now lets get down to brass tacks
follow procedure and count stacks like nasdaq
dont be caught snoozin
in the early morning hours from a long night of boozing
stick 'em up chump, you know what this is
do the right thing you might live to see your kids
all he said was "c'mon don't shoot!"
so shook I think he shit his sean jean suit
why you starin'? run your chain like an errand
and your girls earrings, and what you wearin'
survival tactics for when things get too gritty
he feels its his duty to the people of the city
just so long as nobody get hurt
it keep your average citizen on point and alert
and don't forget to check her d-cup
now I bust how he got this duck for his re-up
then he's back on the bricks, smokin indo'
never let a handy fiend fix your broken window
oh, who wanna hate the witty lurker
who follow y'all on the late, dressed like a city worker
ok miss, come up off that bracelet
just got your hair did don't make me waste it
so, go to hades get the devil for his stash
but no old ladies unless you're sure they carry mad cash
like the one from the liquor store
he watched her for weeks now, ready for the quick score
before he told her whore get on the floor
she pulled out and let off like quick draw mcgraw
damn yo, he lucky, she barely nicked the camo
he would've let her have it, if he had the ammo
its all in good fun, true
moral of the story son duke
senior citizens'll bust their guns too "

-Viktor Vaughn

Syk1
10-13-2008, 08:47 PM
definitely jedi mind tricks - nada cambia
(vinnie paz)
I'm like Mussolini, I rule with a iron fist
I stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss
Cut inside your wrist, drink the blood, money
And your face is the perfect place for a slug, money
You ain't a thug money, you all maggots
You like to chill and hold hands with faggots
You like to conduct yourself like a savage
You like the smell of males on your mattress
Cause that's established, I fuckin hate you
I hate your mother and father, because they made you
I hate the universe, because it create you
I hate everyone and anything that embrace you
Who fuckin raised you? You a fuckin disgrace!
And if you come around my way you get bucked in the face
Get snuffed in the face, then I wack you
With razors, knives, guns and what have you

WoeInfinite
10-13-2008, 10:17 PM
God Bless America But She Stole The B From Bless...

anything MF Doom ever said...
anything Brother Ali said...

vegimite on toast
10-14-2008, 05:51 AM
cause i fuck shit up like carrie did the prom night

00-made-00
10-14-2008, 05:58 AM
If youre gonna scream, scream with me
Moments like this never last
When do creatures rape your face
Hybrids opened up the door

peacebomb
10-14-2008, 03:50 PM
Monster inside by Eyedea.
The whole song is amazing.

Now I don't care about my whereabouts
I'll clear it out, I got to go that's all I know
I'll hit the road and find my soul in the sin
They say there is no maybe please don't doubt
Conceive what you can be, infinite
That everything and anything anyway
I see your eyes and realize I need to cry
That you and I it's hard to hide
What's being lied so deep inside
Thanks for your help
But I won't find nothing better
In a world this beautiful
I'll be walking forever

Oliverhart - Walking

remos
10-14-2008, 09:54 PM
Buy beer
Or pay the rent
My signing bonus was quickly spent
So I'll beat my meat like I'm a fuckin' butcher
And I'll punk the pussy like I'm Ashton Kutcher
-hollywood undead

WoeInfinite
10-14-2008, 10:29 PM
i love that quote in your sig remos
haha

Spraycan Stories
10-14-2008, 10:30 PM
[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah..

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Charlie's expansion
But I ain't seen no Charlie since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here

[Interlude]
(soldier speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(soldier speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.

[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give


Jedi mind tricks
The second verse's flow is insane

And anything that Mf Doom and Slug have ever said

-HLK-
10-14-2008, 11:00 PM
^Word, rugged man is ill on this one...and on so many others.
doom too

should listen to this one:

vicious battle raps
(feat. MC Abdominal)

[Abdominal]
I like to rap a lot so permit me to rap a little
My name is Abdominal I'll make you laugh and giggle
Just like a little schoolgirl when I'm touching the mic
Me and a crap rapper? Nothing alike
Cos they crap, and I'm not
Could you demonstrate? Why not
Let me take this little opportunity so soon you'll see
How you and me be different when it comes to fluency
The crowd be rooting me and booing thee
First to hit 3 lines that you be polluting the
Atmosphere with, you'll get subjected to scrutiny
Stupidly oblivious to the soon-to-be mutiny on the
Part of the crowd,,eventually even your crew will be like
"Abdominal is pretty damn good"
But that's what I've been trying to say man
Would you remove those bananas from your earholes and pay attention
In the long run this will bring everyone less tension
And I won't be forced to have to hit you with these vicious battle raps
But really less battle raps than straight up facts
Kinda like a news report
Untrue? Fuck you be this Jews retort!
You'll lose the sport, can't you see the predicament?
Nurse, gauze, and lots of ligaments
Victim sent courtesy of a friendly neighbourhood Abdominal
Doing his best to fill the hospitals
They say he's some sort of musical vigilante
On a one-man crusade to do away with anything even remotely wack
He rips the lips off of rappers and frees the tracks
We really can't thank him enough I'd love to shake his hand
Say thanks for taking a stand evacuating the land of the uncreative and bland
"Doctor is it true when they say that he's as handsome as a deity"
Like a chiselled greek god, plus nimble like a tree frog
But with the strength of 10 men, who each possess the strength of ten men!
"In other words the strength of 100 men?"
Nurse, please dont interrupt me when
I'm in the midst of a descriptive homage to this folk legend
Rumour has it that he's bench-pressing
At least 400 pounds and that's with the left arm alone!
What about the right? Writing poems
Simultaneously, insane ya can see but that's the type of mc that we're
Dealing with here, highly creative annunciation impeccable
Delivery style versatile very flexible breath control unparalelled
In his line of work his rhymes will hurt these spineless jerks
Yeah they'll still find the time to flirt, with all kinds of skirts
"He should try a nurse" keep your mind on your work
Like he keeps his mind on the verse when he's timing his words
You could set your clock to the rhyming ya heard eminating from between the two lips
Of the ABD-om-INAL, suckers think they swell
He'll be like "hmm pray tell"
They straight K-Tel wheras he be cold chilling
Steady knocking fillings outta mouths of super-villains
And then charging 'em for dental repairs
Lay em down gently in the dental chair
Fasten the bib, a real no-brainer
Next step in the procedure administer the novacaine
Or better yet a more effective anaesthetic
Like a pint of chilled rubbing alcohol for the vocally pathethic
Once theyre snorin the work commences by this
Blood-splattered, demented dentist
Dr. Abdominal extracting tongues, rendering wack rappers dumb
Some who look like they got a bit of endurance
Also get their lips sewn shut for assurance
I know it sounds harsh but he can't be sympathetic
In his war against the wackness it's an epidemic
Spreading over cities nations and continents
Abdominal heaven-sent antidote, through dopeness
With a 'M' on my chest, for microphonist

WoeInfinite
10-15-2008, 09:19 AM
I fake to all these hard-case kids
I raise a black fist
But won't say [*****] in the things I write
And I don't say [faggot]
Cuz I don't think it's right
I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life
I guess we got our own lives to live
But I'm stretched too thin, tryin' to build a kingdom to rule
And I think to the past sometimes
And dag man, it's bad, see I kinda acted like a fool
But I've apologized to the lives that I've touched
Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong
But I can safely say
I've never played a woman without karma catchin' up later on
I try to walk the right side of the tracks
But I've hopped a couple trains
Mom would cry if she knew the haps
But I can stand who I am
And face the day straight
Knowin' not a thing can change what our beat singin'

P.O.S. - De La Souls.
i cant get enough of that verse..

Scheme*119
10-15-2008, 11:02 AM
"never gunna give you up"

C H E N Z O
10-15-2008, 03:11 PM
Frightened Rabbit - Keep Yourself Warm.

"My hole, I'll get my hole, I'll get my hole
Get my hole, get my hole and I'll find out more.
It's a choo-choo train, a rocket launch
If we have a hormone race
i'm bound to finish first.

Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the look on your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off,
You don't know know who's in your bed.

It takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm.
Do you really think that for a house-beat you'll find your love in a hole? (?)

Oh, you won't find love in a,
Won't find love in a hole.
It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself warm.

I'm drunk, I'm drunk
And you're probably on pills
If we've both got the same diseases
It's irrelevant girl
And the room fills with steam
Oh, evaporates disappears
My point of entry is the same way
That I leave

Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the look on your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off
You don't know know who's in your bed.

It takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm.
Do you really think that for a house-beat you'll find your love in a hole? (?)

But, you won't find love in a, won't find love in a hole.
It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself warm.

You won't find love in a, won't find love in a hole.
It takes more than fucking someone to keep yourself-
SEE in the dark!
Can you see the look in your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off
You don't know know who's in your bed.

It takes more than fucking someone you don't know
to keep warm
Do you really think that for a house-beat you'll find your love in a hole? (?) "

yeah its not one verse but its fookin supreme man.

everyone should download this wee number. pretty unknown wee beaut.

Pickton's Pigpen
10-15-2008, 11:19 PM
[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah..

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Charlie's expansion
But I ain't seen no Charlie since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here

[Interlude]
(soldier speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(soldier speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.

[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give


Jedi mind tricks
The second verse's flow is insane

And anything that Mf Doom and Slug have ever said


yo r.a.'s verse is actual true, its about his old man.
and his brother was the messed up kid and shit.... and died.
word.

blisone
10-22-2008, 04:54 PM
By: Busta Rhymes

Like interactin' with women, on caliber of Janet
I sit and master my vision and massacre the planet (WHOA!...)



By: Biggie

In a Commision, dont ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me



P- diddy

You know that i'm two levels above you, baby
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
Talkin crazy a'int gonna get you nothin' but choked
and that jelousy is only gonna leave you broke



By: Bustah Rhymes

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my *****z in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my *****z is at?
Where my *****z is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?


By: Papa roach

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my own breathing



By: Jadakiss & Styles P

(One blood) we used to the spillin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
(Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest *****)
Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, *****)
D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)



By: Lil wayne

Thinking
ive been through it all, that fails the falls
im like Niagara but i got right back up like viagra
I am agriculture
Swagga so mean it might insult ya
Ha, i'm like an ultra vulture
I fuck around and catapult ya
Torture, thought your parents taught ya



By: Lil Wayne

Yeah
I been in and out the bank, bitch!
While all ya'll asshole *****s been on the same shit
I flush, and watch it go down the drain quick
Two words you will never hear, "Wayne Quit?"
Cause Wayne win, and they lose
I call them +April+ Babies, cause they +Fools+
And when they snooze,
WE UP
FEET UP
Like a paraplegia
Or paraplegic
I parallel park
In a red and yellow thang old school Atlanta Hawk
Like I'm from Collipark
But I'm from Hollygrove!
Now all my Bloods scream "Sou-oup" and "Da da dooh!"
I know my role
And I play it well
And I wear it well
On my Libra Scale
I suck a pussy
Fuck a pussy
Leave it there
Long hair don't even care



By: Jay-z

Govi
Got me
A Molotov Cocktail
Flow even if you box well
Can't stop the blows *Kaboom*
The Roc Boy in the room
The dope, boy just came off the spoon
Also
I'm so
Fly I'm on auto-
Pilot
While guys just
Stare at my wardrobe
I see Euro's
That's right, plural
I took so much change
From this rap game
It's your go



By: Lil Wayne

And next time you mention Pac, Biggie,
And Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy
Baby!



By: Breaking Benjamin

They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play
I can’t see them anyway
No time to lose
We’ve got to move
Steady your hand
I am losing sight again
Fire your guns
Its time to run
Blow me away
I will stay unless I may
After the fall
We’ll shake it off
Show me the way

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I have a shadow on the wall
I’ll be the one to save us all

Rulz
10-22-2008, 07:19 PM
[Nickatina]
Pain from a rap cat
Man you didn't know that
3 AM, man, we bumping Bobby Womack
My homie keep all his bullets hollow
That's why I smell like Salvatore Ferragamo with the diamond sparrow
A rap cat with the BOSS apparel
I put my rhymes on your block then I run it just like little Darrell
Money and dope, man, don't come for free
Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies
I turn around like a tornado
Rock it like a baby cradle
Call me Doctor J if you a baller and it's getting fatal
I make MC's do angel dust
Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em jump
I don't know why I get high
I'm so in love with money I keep spending 'til it runs dry
Hot like a kettle, when the pedal hit the metal
Pinocchio you know son of Guipetto, hello
Deep fried just like Friday fish
A lot a hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch

Slushi
10-22-2008, 07:45 PM
When they come for me,
I'll be sitting at my desk.
With a gun in my hand,
Wearin a bullet-proof vest.
Singin my, my, my,
How the time does fly.
When you know you're gonna die,
By the end of the night.

Man, I love that song.

remos
10-22-2008, 10:30 PM
[QUOTE=blisone;1236591]
\

By: Trapt

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my own breathing

QUOTE]

thats not trapt, thats papa roach
look it up

Fat4l_ONE
10-23-2008, 11:15 AM
song: Nothing left
artist: As I Lay Dying

Lyric: "Like those gasping for their last breath. We cannot hide, theres nothing left."

blisone
10-23-2008, 11:30 AM
oh yeah i wasnt paying attention

yoda
10-25-2008, 11:11 AM
cry blood and ii bleed venom never sublimanil clear witt this message imma sendinn.

Cesk
10-25-2008, 11:24 AM
The Glow Pt.2 By The Microphones:


i took my shirt off in the yard
no one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden
now it's not
my shirt's back on
i forgot my songs
the glow is gone
my gliding body stopped
i could not get through september without a battle
i faced death
i went in with my arms swinging
but i heard my own breath
i had to face that i'm still living
i'm still flesh
i hold on to life with feelings
i'm not dead
there's no end
my face is red
my blood flows harshly
my heart beats loudly
my chest still draws breath
i hold it
i'm boiling
ooh oh oh
there's no end

unreal180
10-31-2008, 07:38 PM
Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose, I hang myself
St. Anger 'round my neck

H1TBYNUMB3RS
11-01-2008, 01:24 PM
yeah I know the biz it ain't just a bad case of the vapors
its a case of I useta love her, while they just loved to rape her.
she's stripped naked with her face underground

Scheme*119
11-01-2008, 01:32 PM
When they come for me,
I'll be sitting at my desk.
With a gun in my hand,
Wearin a bullet-proof vest.
Singin my, my, my,
How the time does fly.
When you know you're gonna die,
By the end of the night.

Man, I love that song.


haha holy shit, keasby nights

orchardhillicetea
11-01-2008, 07:31 PM
Big L

"aiyyo you better flee hobbes
or get your head flown three blocks
L keeps rappers hearts pumpin' like reeboks"

remos
11-01-2008, 08:34 PM
"My heart beat stumbles and my back bone crumbles.
I feel, 'Is it real?' as the lynch mob doubles.
They want blood and they'll kill for it,
Drain me and they'll kneel for it.
Burn me at the stake,
Met the devil,
Made the deal for it.
Guillotine dreams,
Yeah, their guillotine gleems.
The blood of their enemies,
Watching while they sentence me.
Sentencing ceased.
Sentence: deceased.
And watch them bask in the glory of their holy disease."

Thread-Locks
11-02-2008, 12:54 AM
Bitch ass *****z counterfeit the funk
I smoke the feet of the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a ***** transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

This is just awesome cause it's just ODB probably on coke, spitting about absolutely nothing

hiwaysign bandit.
11-04-2008, 10:41 AM
i let the ink flow from mind tryina find a meaning for the reason that im bleeding.full flowin streamz from tha collapsin beamz of my heart. not knowing where to start or wher to leave ma mark. jus patiently waiting in the silence of the dark. so far from reality that im driftin an lifting these words up off ma chest. shifting an lifting these emotions its a mess. tryin to take these compressed thoughts an keep em at rest. but i jus find myself creating these new profounds bound by the veins that contain the rage thats been concealed deep within my main frame. its strange how i obtain these thoughts of you. an the pain that came along with you. yes its true i miss you. an wheneva a tear slide down ya face it was my place to make you smile. an for awhile you were tha only element i cared about.ha no doubt you changed my life foreva. its cleva how i saw you at the park an you pretended you neva knew me. thats ok i jus act like i rented you like a movie. it truely destroyed wat remained of me. my heart swollen an stolen by the girl of my dreams. it seems to me that what we had was a frivolous continuous lie. an i couldnt fight the miserable feelin of being ready to die.

so ima stay high above them heavens catching mad hand styles crushin like a felon.

graffiti is my fear.my love.my strenght. my thoughts.graffiti is my religion an my wisdom

climb high above tha buffers. cosmic one.

da_crazy_caucasian
11-05-2008, 11:00 AM
[Verse 1]
I once knew a ***** whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
***** never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see me and *****s like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a ***** doing life if he had another chance
But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing *****s, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block *****s treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, *****s showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch ***** with a gun, can bust slugs
Any ***** with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore ***** is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them *****s pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devil might last you forever

WoeInfinite
11-05-2008, 11:18 AM
ITS FUCKING THE BEST VERSE!
NOT A WHOLE DAMN SONG!
...fuck!

JackJill
11-05-2008, 12:04 PM
"...It's hopeless, it's hopeless
It's hopelessness holding this openess to blow a kiss
So close your lips but don't get pissed
and throw a fist at this vocalist
I'm not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist
when I wrote this list of all those I miss
This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing".

Furious-StyleZ
11-05-2008, 12:23 PM
"i rip it hardcore like porno flick bitches. i roll with groups and ghetto bastards with biscuits."

La Coka Nostra
11-05-2008, 12:45 PM
^ yes!



...and dance with the devil is a terrible song.
fuck immortal technique.
being rebellious is trendy.

da_crazy_caucasian
11-05-2008, 04:56 PM
^ yes!



...and dance with the devil is a terrible song.
fuck immortal technique.
being rebellious is trendy.
Go prostitute yourself. You have no room to talk when your sig says "make it rain on them hos" If you write graffiti you are a rebel dumbfuck.

Baron
11-05-2008, 05:13 PM
Go prostitute yourself. You have no room to talk when your sig says "make it rain on them hos" If you write graffiti you are a rebel dumbfuck.

You have the most tool avatar and signature.

da_crazy_caucasian
11-05-2008, 05:21 PM
hammer and sickle better, you turdbag? You have a picture of an ultra-right wing comic character as your avatar, so don't call me racist again. Your real funny, and have won my respect, now go beef with someone else.

Billy_Mayes
11-05-2008, 05:25 PM
"i rip it hardcore like porno flick bitches. i roll with groups and ghetto bastards with biscuits."
Check it, my method on the microphones bangin, wu-tang slangin leave you headpiece hangin'

Baron
11-05-2008, 05:40 PM
hammer and sickle better, you turdbag? You have a picture of an ultra-right wing comic character as your avatar, so don't call me racist again. Your real funny, and have won my respect, now go beef with someone else.

Way to change your avvy, now go along with the rest of the 'rebel' sheep.

mhc
11-05-2008, 05:48 PM
Did you hear my acceptance speech?
I quit. I quit. i fucking quit."
You don't want to know why i can't quite talk.
You don't want to know what makes my heart stop.
You wrote my requiem
with no words, no life, just desperation.
There's no truth like the lie I live
I'm a sinking ship drowning by a burning bridge.
There's no cure for the "Dreamer's Disease"
I'm a boat of false hope, lost at sea.
Today, tonight, tomorrow,
I am truly by myself.

consistant
11-12-2008, 02:30 AM
when the stress burns my brain just like acid raindrops, mary jane is the only thing that makes the pain stop.

wrekstyle
11-12-2008, 08:09 PM
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new *****, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today

"It's yours!"

Nas- The World Is Yours....crazy song

TylerDurden
11-12-2008, 08:31 PM
"tryin' to find a style like mine, YOU CANT FIND IT!!!"

blaje
11-12-2008, 09:36 PM
Jesus in the morning
Jesus in the evening
Jesus at supper time
when Jesus is on a bagel you can have him any time!

World War 9-Jesus freaks

nisko101
11-12-2008, 09:58 PM
"All I Want Is Hoes, Big Booty Hoes"

Biggie Smalls - Big Booty Hoes

:)

MiDnightSnitch
11-12-2008, 10:04 PM
"and everything they says got the truth twisted up but twiseted ups what i want man i cant get enough.. cuz even though we know its all just a big bluff we just light another up What? we dont give a FUCK"

may not be the best verse but its true..

*KWIC*
11-21-2008, 08:16 PM
"The music's going through me"
-DJ Shadow

*KWIC*
11-21-2008, 08:18 PM
"Wu-Tang Clan aint nuttin' t fuck wit!!"

Rambooboo
11-22-2008, 10:01 PM
"terrorize the planet with a bill clinton mask and some playskool hammers"- danger mouse mf doom on the danger doom cd

MiDnightSnitch
11-23-2008, 10:23 PM
[nas]

the whole, city is mine, pretty as dawn, i dont like the way
p diddy did shine wit different lawyers. diffrent lines mentioned in ma
rhymes fuck it.
its justa intro, hate it or love it,
like it bump it or dump it..

Rune1
11-24-2008, 01:50 AM
"but my pockets lookin wealth deficient"

LIQUIDFOOT
11-24-2008, 02:05 AM
tell me the combination to the safe in the basement, or ima leave the coroner wonderin where your face went

Yellow Haze
11-24-2008, 01:50 PM
Mobb Deep

....you walkin wit your head down scared to look,
you shook, cos there ain't no such things as halfway crooks,
they never around when the beef cooks,
in my part of time, it's similar to vietnam....

COBALT
11-25-2008, 01:49 PM
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' *****s,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell em' imma hustler and I'd rather make killin'
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck ya, hospital, young money, we the illest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self-made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the Gremlins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different

Scino & Spank
11-25-2008, 02:09 PM
"I jerk off into books and bring life to words"
haha
Stolen from someone on b.s.

seywhat
12-06-2008, 12:22 PM
"Begin initiation, it's been too many years awaitin
While other *****s fell off I been contemplatin
What's the best to blow up the scene
Murder all the wack and get away clean
Plan one, all the wack got done
State by state, one by one
And peace to my *****s in the ton
Here come plan two, separate they crew
Divide and conquer, because it's evident I'm stronger
than the average man generated by the ganja
Some mc's got 40 ounce hearts and blunt brains
and they frames are supported by a spine of cocaine
But I'm rollin dimes wit ya minds
Sippin ya heart and on time ya spine is
in lines exported to Peru
and I'm about to flip on somethin illa
tippa Heinekin or Miller the blank page filler
Until ya bring the ruck this is just madness in a cup"

Mr. Lif "Madness In A Cup"

COBALT
12-06-2008, 12:36 PM
"im gunna milk the game as if the game was a cow" -- Lil wayne

"Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment" -- Immortal Technique

Jdip
12-06-2008, 04:04 PM
<Cam'ron>
Niga's, Bitch's, Bitch Ass Niga's, <sigh>Fuck it. Dipset All Mutha Fuckin Day...

Jdip
12-06-2008, 04:07 PM
Sry one more
(KANYE WEST)
"Ima tell yahl like George Bush told me Fuck yahl Niga's Im outa here"

TylerDurden
12-06-2008, 04:19 PM
GZA - 4th Chamber

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

seywhat
02-11-2009, 10:06 PM
^^^ thats rza bro, dope verse for sure though

Genius/GZA
7th chamber part 2

My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a ***** back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all over
*****z seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
orange stars and green clovers

shit gets me everyfuckintime

JudgeWizely
02-11-2009, 10:23 PM
isnt that GZAs verse from Clan in da Front off of 36 chambers?

Case-One
02-11-2009, 10:29 PM
The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November
It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted
I sunk to find the walk beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
But alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs
So stick it further down where the daunted decide which ring I'm on
Nova yell just took positions and advance march
Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint during my famine I never got broke your bread
Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it hurts


(aesop rock)

delliproof
02-11-2009, 10:34 PM
Fly as a partridge, i keep an extra cartridge, im down like linoleum rugs n carpets.

MAC DRE rip

Terrible N
02-13-2009, 09:58 AM
A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but hes frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
Youll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say Im cool, Im no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now youre unemployed, all null n void
Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and youre a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Melle Mel's verse from The Message, one of the greatest songs ever

COBALT
02-13-2009, 11:03 AM
i love it when ya call me big poppa

G-Fat
02-13-2009, 11:08 AM
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism,
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I "kicked" the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons "and" eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a line in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My "UZ's", heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have "this" large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall "step's" in the door, "I"ll" lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
met on the second, wed on the third,
"and" she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong


slim shadyyy - dead wrong (remix)

Bink1
02-13-2009, 11:31 AM
''trust in me ,smoking that dust of weed ,i got so fucking high,almost got stuck in the sky''
by Q-unique- murder metaphores

este_oner
02-13-2009, 11:36 AM
"I'm Ice Cube before he went soft and turned Hollywood."- R.A. the Rugged Man

Terrible N
02-13-2009, 03:39 PM
There's several different levels to Devil worshippin: horse's heads,
human sacrifices, canibalism, candles and exorcism,
Animals havin sex with 'em; camels mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I "kicked" the habit - I just,
beat you to death with weapons "and" eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh
I got a line in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
and baby I'm just, dyin to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My "UZ's", heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have "this" large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall "step's" in the door, "I"ll" lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
met on the second, wed on the third,
"and" she's dead on the fourth - I'm dead wrong


slim shadyyy - dead wrong (remix)
No

StayBlazed
02-13-2009, 04:04 PM
[nas]

the whole, city is mine, pretty as dawn, i dont like the way
p diddy did shine wit different lawyers. diffrent lines mentioned in ma
rhymes fuck it.
its justa intro, hate it or love it,
like it bump it or dump it..

purple

G-Fat
02-13-2009, 08:08 PM
No
sorry i'm not 15 and in love with the typical cats and loop troop

Black Flag
02-13-2009, 09:42 PM
" I want to fuck a dog in the ass."

WoeInfinite
02-13-2009, 10:02 PM
"To hell with Freddy, we'll host your bad dream, We're iller than him and Jason when they tag teamed...."

La Coka Nostra
02-13-2009, 10:15 PM
No



that eminem verse is dope.
obviously you've never heard the song.

smooth_nuts
02-13-2009, 10:33 PM
dead wrongs dope,but eminem got wack as shit after the marshal mathers lp...

"I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school *****s, then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For *****s no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I'm taking *****s on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that you all it's like that you all it's like that you all"
-nas,memory lane

<3 illmatic

Pickton's Pigpen
02-14-2009, 01:38 AM
"I jerk off into books and bring life to words"
haha
Stolen from someone on b.s.

immortal technique

GraffitiZoo
02-14-2009, 03:59 AM
Damian "Jr Gong" Marley-It was written

"Well did you know the pen
Is stronger than di knife
And they can kill you once
But they cant kill you twice
Did you know destruction of di flesh is not di ending to life
Fear not of the anti-christ
Did you know that I
Exist before the earth
And did you know my eyes
Are windows to the world
Did you know you cant go ah Zion and ah wear jerry curls
Cant tell the boys from the girls
The bodys just a vehicle
Transporting the soul
Its whats inside the people
Is beauty to behold
Fear not of evil
Everyday dem flesh it grow old
Changes of the times take the toll"

WoeInfinite
02-14-2009, 09:13 AM
ITS DRIVIN ME OUTTTAAA MYYY MIIIINDD
THATS WHY ITS HARD FOR ME TO FIIIIIND
CANT GET IT OUTTA MY HEADDD
MISS HER, KISSS HER, LOVE HER......




that girl is poiiiiiiisonnn....
hell yeah:D

Speedy
02-15-2009, 01:14 AM
Screamin gangsta twenty years later
Of course endorsed while consciousness faded
New generation believin them fables
"Gangster Boogie" on two turntables
Show no love so it's easy to hate it
Desecrated while the coroner waited
Any given Sunday, so where y'all rate it?
wit slavery, lynchin, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chuckie, baby
Keep comin back to live, love life like I'm crazy
Keep it movin +Rising to the Top+
+Doug Fresh+ clean livin you don't stop
Revolution means change, don't look at me strange
So I can't repeat what other rappers be sayin
You don't stand for something, you fall for anything
Harder than you think, it's a beautiful thing

-Chuck D of Public Enemy-"Harder Than You Think"

Speedy
02-15-2009, 11:04 AM
I should be chillin' on beaches, instead my bone freezes,
ducking glocks and I walks, well, like Jesus.
The realest thing for me is, since I was a fetus,
the only break I ever got, was at recess,
So legitimately, I remain very little relieved,
and at thug rappers, I remain very little intrigued,
and can you blame me, look how we lived in the late eighties,
throwing rocks at the crazy ladies, and when we’d play these crazy games,
the whole crew had crazy names, we even had a cripple. we used to call em lazy legs,
but my faith remains, untouched and unchanged,
still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range

K'naan- "Strugglin"

Scheme*119
02-18-2009, 03:30 PM
bust six shots on an undacova cop
they're all crooked mother fuckers and it ain't gonna stop
so held your ground down, run your own town
down with the man, let the drums sound
i'll hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision
yo, i'm sinnin and i'm grinnin, fuck religion
fucked up, got a vision, so listen
do what makes me happy, not for money or attention
blunt and a forty, that's how i get down
you say you're the king, but i'm wearin the crown
high on my throne, sniffin lines, makin deals
got a chef in the kitchen, cookin my last meal

gasoline by (the great) no ca$h

weak0ner
02-18-2009, 03:39 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9sEblgaDeQ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9sEblgaDeQ&eurl=http://www.mixhard.ca/forum/showthread.php?t=581&page=76&feature=player_embedded)

MF The Super Villain
02-18-2009, 03:54 PM
^That song and your name match... I hope it was a joke...

MF The Super Villain
02-18-2009, 03:56 PM
bust six shots on an undacova cop
they're all crooked mother fuckers and it ain't gonna stop
so held your ground down, run your own town
down with the man, let the drums sound
i'll hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision
yo, i'm sinnin and i'm grinnin, fuck religion
fucked up, got a vision, so listen
do what makes me happy, not for money or attention
blunt and a forty, that's how i get down
you say you're the king, but i'm wearin the crown
high on my throne, sniffin lines, makin deals
got a chef in the kitchen, cookin my last meal

gasoline by (the great) no ca$h

That shit is so nice...

Scheme*119
02-18-2009, 03:58 PM
go listen to the whole song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6eIpyx-89g

VaNdAL xBA!x
02-18-2009, 04:11 PM
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' *****s,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell em' imma hustler and I'd rather make killin'
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck ya, hospital, young money, we the illest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self-made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the Gremlins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different

my b but wayne is horrible now

weak0ner
02-18-2009, 07:19 PM
^That song and your name match... I hope it was a joke...


lol

Terrible N
03-08-2009, 02:43 PM
"Diamond rings so ocean blue,you get nauseous
In my hood like ku klux rockin them hot crosses
but the grand dragon cant see the Circle Of Bosses
I want his head cut off, and sent to my office
officer I'm lawless, I'm not with the softness
I told y'all *****s we piranhas and y'all some craw fish
I'm a rottweiler walking and coppers track my paw prints
I don't defend my life, I'm on offense."

RAWHEADSAREFACELESS
03-08-2009, 03:32 PM
From the first time I saw you, infatuation
Pulled to the side to provide conversation
Wild reputation but you were so cool
Any old fool knew that you was a jewel
Ghetto to ghetto, your influence settled
More hardcore than r&b but not metal
Blacker than a kennel, you made me feel mellow
Introduction to my life, I said "hello"
Meet me in a minute 'cause I gotta finish school
Some of my homies, they never finished puffin' woo's
Stayin' up late, always studying the tapes
The world watched you fall in love, I guess fate had a,
Grip on my mind state, I wanna rhyme, wait
I fell in line, getting signed at the wrong gates
And so my heart braced at first for real
But I would still be lovin' you 'cause deep is what I feel

gcrolla
03-08-2009, 03:37 PM
"Through the lights, cameras and actions glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll and plant seeds to stampede the globe"

"Im the young city bandit hold myself down single handed for murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne"

"Rappers spit rhymes that are mostly illegal MCs spit rhymes to uplift they people Peace, love, unity, and Havin fun, these are the lyrics of KRS One"

RAWHEADSAREFACELESS
03-08-2009, 04:07 PM
"Stopping The violence is what I'm all about Stoping The violence is what I'm all about but if ya raise ya fist to Chris ill mame ya wrist and blow you out like a birthday wish"
"I Got No Time For The Kid Raps Gun Talk Drug Talk We Already Did That These Days I'm Trying To Give Back Knowledge Wisdom Over standing I Spit That!

Killing Rhyme Sessions ONE

Terrible N
03-08-2009, 08:10 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpEYSmiO4T8

sallybsk
03-09-2009, 03:38 AM
I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl, who's still around the morning after
we broke up a month ago, and i grew up, I didn't know, I'd be around, the morning after.

It's always been wait and see
a happy day and than you pay
and feel like shit - the morning after
But now I feel changed around, and instead of falling down, I'm standing up - the morning after

situations get fucked up, and turned around, sooner or later.

I could be another fool, or an exception to the rule - you tell me - the morning after

crooked spin can't come to rest. I'm damaged bad at best. she'll decide what she wants
I'll be probably be the last to know, no one says until it shows.
See how it is. They want you or they don't. Say yes.

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl, who's still around the morning after

sallybsk
03-09-2009, 03:46 AM
Silence, the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard
Those lonely, giant spaces in between your every word
And maybe, I’m totally crazy for holding on but
Just cus I’m insane, don’t mean that I’m wrong
Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night
I barely even function right, my memory’s on overdrive
Too hungry and too cold to cry
Miss the companionship i once took for granted
The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished
But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle,
There’s so much world to see so, fly free my angel
I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live
Heaven ain’t something someone else can give
It’s all inside of me

triple6inthemix
03-09-2009, 12:36 PM
We are the new generation
we don't care how you deceive
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, we believe
tell us the price of our freedom
you tell us we're all born the same
united fall, injustice
in your name
now we can see, there's one choice
it's justice replaced by revenge
now we can see, there's no choice
it's justice replaced by revenge
our rights have been taken
high cost of our liberty
we are the fruit of a nation that's diseased
one hand the hammer of justice
the other the hammer of truth
who decides on how to retribute?
now we can see, there's one choice
it's justice replaced by revenge
now we can see, there's no choice
it's justice replaced by revenge

unreal180
05-07-2009, 01:13 PM
Punch you dead in your face, snuff you, jeux you, mush you, rush you, bust you.
Any day, anyplace, anytime step. no remorse, no regret, rep it to the death
Set it off in the streets, cock back gats, fists or weapons whatever attack.
You don't want it with me, look into my eyes, death rap, listen to it, live it, die

THAT BOY DOWN THE BLOCK
05-08-2009, 05:42 PM
^that fuckin sucked dog

..romero..
05-08-2009, 05:50 PM
It'll be nice to have Emo and Jody and LL back
My ***** Best and his big brother E. Roy Love
Dem people ain't never comin back
But if only for one night
My ***** could make a decision he shoulda made
Make it where the situation turned out another way
And ain't a day go by
I don't wish I didn't have to miss my momma
This ain't livin my ***** this just drama
If only for the night when the storm'll live calmer
Cause seem like they wanna give a lifetime sentence
to a ***** with a pistol and a pound of marijuana
Wish it was legal to be in public wit'cha eyes red
I've seen a lot of B.I. cases go fed
Got pulled over, no seatbelt on the shoulder
Let to a 70 year stand and coda
If only for the dead *****
Didn't have to wait to make a safe walk to the sto'
Just to get his *****z and a six-pack {?}
But there never been a cakewalk to the sto'
Fuck around and see the head concussion
If the hood decide you gotta fake walk to the sto'
They fully fronted to everybody with animosity
Bitches'll take 'em 'fore they walk to the sto'
A ***** from the Southside, and a ***** from the Northside
And a ***** from the Eastside
Could all get along with each other, like we knew each other mother
No reason to wanna take our own lives
By losin a son, losin a daughter, losin a child
I'm battered by life, too rude to smile
I liked it better when I used to smile
If only fo' one mo' night

..romero..
05-08-2009, 05:58 PM
[Lil' Rob]
It's the satanical, magical Lil' Rob and The Shadow
We're coming at you like horns my mother regrets I was born
And I know you like it like porn treat the streets like hors leave em torn
In drop my rhymes like the storm when it rains it pours
I take form and I...
Hit the streets looking all nice and neat top fully creased
One hell of a looking beat the least of my feats from west to east
From north and south not knowing what it's all about top me on scout
Looking for my new recruits to follow my foot steps down my route
If you're not in you're out, to know what I'm feeling
I'm beggin you to stay and if you wanna come play
But if not your better pray cause I'm coming your way
TRUCHA

[Mr. Shadow]
Krimes pays when ever the fuck I inflict pain with pick
And I'm coming to stick you let satin be with you
Nobody will probably miss you when I diss you
If you want to fuck around with these two blad headed mothafuckas
That'll leave you in the mist when I clutch my fist
I'm pist you missed Apocalypse, I can't resist the bloodyness
The mess ain't over on 31st of October, I toldcha
The Virgin Mary won't hold, I'll scoldcha and moldcha into a deamon screamin
I'm leavin you sufferin wonderin why
I have a tail a pair of horns and glowin eyes
Baptisted in boiling water fuck the father I fucked his daughter
I got her under my wing, it ain't no thing now let the Devil sing

KidReny!
05-08-2009, 09:26 PM
I done came up
Got my name up
So speak of who blinged up
Im who they bring up
Come up dissin
And youll come up missin
Ima cut throat baller like OJ Simoson
Homie listen try and serve me
I put a 25 in ya back like a BarryBonds jersey
Metaphor The Great - Rileys Chain

PeeInTheShower
05-08-2009, 11:37 PM
Yo
The water ain't safe, the land's made of water
I hug a half empty glass my dignity's trying to pawn her
I'm trying to see the future in a tea cup and a saucer
But I rather be drinking coffee with my cigarette foster
And a run away buckle the cloud-nine fantasy filter to force the
brutal truth
Of daily market place wars through the roof
I mean I stood beneath the icicles that bleed under the awning
And magically mastered the great absorbing of spirit falling
But I'm sick, I've plowed these fields a thousand times over
Sold botanicle research studies to farmers with whole quarters
And when science proposes to art besides that peace-full sea
I'll be that cat with a ring on a pillow shouting finally
Take a number, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber
A hundred thousand freaks on parade for the village hunter
My every when acted upon has gone loopy
But I play a game called lets prepare barnacle city for the end
or new sink
I split the radius at go getter bellies, reconnaissance
Seeping fossil genie bottle optimist freeze
Run from the fountain but the fountain is a desert optical
tease
Tummy full of sand running man impossible stop
There's a wing in my gut and i'm all dust
Surfing the earth and I dine-rise certainly flushed
Now one in the hand is worth two atop the tallest cedar
But what lies inside my heart is off the mother fucking meter

aesop rock, the lyrical genius.

smesta
07-01-2009, 06:03 AM
WU TANG

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a ***** with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER

seywhat
07-01-2009, 12:13 PM
Word up with the Wu-Tang^^^


I've abandoned all chances of begging and all chances of living
Guess there's no obvious circumstances of giving
Now if I'm gonna move on of free will
The only way to eat a meal is to rob, steal and kill
But I don't have it in me and I'm too damn friendly
You're my enemy because I'm broke and you have plenty
That's how I justify it in my own mental riot
You're well fed and I'm about to die from this diet
So you be quiet, and give up all your shit calmly
I'm ornery and I have a rusty screwdriver on me
And if you try to fight then it's going in your neck quick
I'm a derelict but this is no lunatic rhetoric
So take it seriously and don't try to screw with me
Don't get furious or curious, I want your jewelry
Yes all of it, hurry up I'm being tolerant
If I choose to kill you, huh, the police ain't solving it
Cuz I'm a nobody and nobody is witnessing this robbery
And after I kill you, I'll kill myself probably
That's right, I'm gonna kill you now I'm so sorry
But I got all of your money plus the keys to your Ferrari
And that's all I need huh I knew that he would fall indeed
Then the cops pulled up while I watched his neck bleed
And they pulled out all their guns at me and yelled "Freeze"
I put the screwdriver to my throat and fell to my knees
God please, tell me who's at fault, is it me?
I told the cops I used to be a productive MC
And I signed a record deal with a shady company
Who exploited me and left me homeless without a penny
I was excited, the first label interested
I did what I did cuz I was a foolish young kid
Oh well, if I live, I'm on a road to hell
So I guess this is it, goodbye, fairwell
Benefit-Fairwell

I'm on the run
It's after me
It won't stop attackin me
Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy
Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night
Ill never loose sight
I forever will fight
Why is it after me
Why does it haffta be
So hard to actually
Be an emcee
Commercial hip hop
Just wont stop
Im runnin so hard
But it just wont drop
I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten
Open up the source and there it is again
Starrin me rite in the eye
Keep regenerating so I no it wont die
I throw the magazine
Look around the corner coast is clear
I take off running
Looking like a dope fiend
The commercial industry demon
Started screamin
Im out of breath
Barely breathin
Theres must be a way to end this madness
At least knock him out for the count at best
I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him
Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him
I check the stores top 20 see what they got
There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot
I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet
Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett
Im runnin hard
From this demon disease
But it doesn't come at ease
When you
The malls commin up on my rite hand side
I figure inside
It be easy to hide
I make my way in this mad crowded place
Everybody's more concerned with this diamonds face
I exit the mall
Leave the back way
Cant take it longer I been runnin all day
I managed to make it to the subway
But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay
Im runnin as fast as I can
I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can
I begin taggin graffiti on the wall
As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall
Looks like he cant take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop
Keep burning till the wall it lit

And that's it
My tag reads BENEFIT
I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in
I betta run the daemons getting up again
I exit the sub way back to the streets
Off in the distance I hear some dope beats
I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it
Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising
I see glimpses

I drop to the ground and start break dancing
The demon slows down
I pop into a stall
I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall
Looks like it cant take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop
Imma keep breakin
Cept legs start shakin
I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it
I get up
Start runnin again
The demon does the same guess this will never end
Still I hear the music that I heard before
And if commin from a hip hoop record store
I make it to the side and see ruckus adds
They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads
I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed
I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed
Demon fell hard that commercial thug
But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood
I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin
Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin
The demon gets back up on his feet
I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat
I cant run any more no energy
So I grab a mike and scream
Demon come battle me
I started spittin out metaphors rite and left
I told him that he needs to start bitin less
I told him he needs to come original
I told him that hip hop this is critical
Started shaking couldn't take it any more
Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor
Looks like I found out what made him drop
And that was the end of commercial hip hop
Benefit- My Enemy

DeeSquared
07-02-2009, 10:26 PM
I was sittin in the school yard hanging with my crowd
Then some kids came walkin by talking really foul
every other word was ruining my ear
so i took a new stand and i challenged all my peers
if you wanna hang with us i dont wanna hear ya cuss
if you wanna hang with us i dont wanna hear ya cuss
DONT CUSS
DONT CUSS


BLAPITY BLAPE BLEEPITY BLEEP
I DONT WANNA HEAR THAT SPEAK
BLIPPITY BLIP BLABBITY BLAT
STOP YO CUSSING CLEAN YO ACT

JustChillin
07-02-2009, 11:19 PM
The verse in my sig by Biggie Smalls

MARTYRaz
07-02-2009, 11:34 PM
Raping her and hacking. Slashing. Violated.
I’m not sorry. I don’t care at all for what I did
You deserve everything you get
Disinclined. Her fear is keeping me enticed
Her gateway of sin exposed for fornication
Get over your dysphagia
I see the moisture in your eyes is dehydrating
Your screaming vibrations
Only draw me nigh to rupturing climax
As she chokes and gargles spit
I stimulate her salty clitoris
Cutting incisions while reaching climax
How can you expect me to let up
You deserve it
Give me your tongue
I wan to leave you an eternal taste of me
Let them know in hell
Why fight. You’ll just rue the day
That you try to escape the conscience of the dead
Hold your throat and pray for help
Take this oath to the grave and never let it out
Look in these eyes and endure the sleep you’ll need
Before you awake to nothing
Fucked and left for dead
This is war. Fight
I am bored. But fulfilled
Please if you don’t mind fulfill my passion
Gagging on my semen is required. Swallow
Spread it on your face
Choke on the snot and reingest all of the foam
Take one final breath
I want to see what you have learned
And what you stand for
Choking and dryheaving

CrustOner
07-02-2009, 11:48 PM
"Hell is not a place you go if you're not a Christian, it's the failure, of your life's greatest ambition, it's the bad decision to blindly follow any religion, I don't see the difference between the wrong and the wrong. Soldiers emptying clips into little kids and they moms is just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb"
-Im'Tech.

"Well If I found God anywhere, it would be by the tracks, face down in a boxcar, 40 in both hands, when I find God there, we'll just sit and roll some talks, because he'll be just as confused as anyone else on this rock. I took two tabs of acid yesterday afternoon. Woke up this morning with a torn pair of shoes. Found I ruined my life, and everyone else's too. I guess that's what my teachers warned me drugs would do. But they didn't mention the way, the morphine makes the pain go away, and how I'll always remember, the good times in my spine, and the holes I burnt in my brain..with this next line."
-Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains, "Acid Song"

"Class traitor? What-fucking-ever, I'm just another middle class kid too. And if I'm no good at changing, I'm good at self-loathing, so I'll class hate myself with you."
-Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains, "New Mexico Song"

"These are lives not products, these are cows not beef, these are pigs, not pork. These are chickens not poultry, these are calves not veal, these are lives, not products. These are animals just as we, and they deserve to be free."
-Contravene, "In the Name of Convenience"

EGO31
07-03-2009, 12:02 AM
Johnny Hobo wrote graet songs. Pity about the singing and guitar playing and the fucking scene he started. nice guy by all accounts though, if nervous 24/7.


"Woody was a wizard, and Janey was an elf, and when they got together, they only ate sausage, sausage on a stick!"
Future Of The Left- Wrigley scott.

Anything by PJ harvey.


"I'm so happy, cause today I found my friends, they're in my head, I'm so ugly, that's ok, cause so are you, broke our mirrors, sunday morning, everyday for all I care, cause I'm not there. Light our candles in a daze cause I found god"
Nirvana- Lithium.

DirtyDozen520
07-03-2009, 07:20 PM
Yeah, yeah
Everybody get low niqqaz
Dedicated to the fuck Nas coalition
Touch my dough I'm lettin .40 cals blow niqqa
Not cals with four legs
But cals with more lead
That add up more dead
It's on niqqa
I'm a bury them
niqqaz don't want beef they vegetarian
Scared of pussy you climbed out a caesarian
I push ya grown ass back in your mothers womb
You need nine more months
Your crews nine more punks

You rhyme on stuff and claim I didn't sign y'all up
If I sign y'all I'm on dust
Ya we from the same hood but niqqa what?!
-nas

and the stuff in my sig is good too

.A.K.4.7.
07-03-2009, 07:21 PM
That sucked^

LeaksOne
07-03-2009, 07:30 PM
That sucked^

yea he definately could have picked a better verse. but nas is the greatest alive imo. not up for disscussion its just my opinion but heres a better verse/song from him.

REWIND
Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closin this chest of a *****
Now he back to square one
Screamin, "Shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Goin reverse, slowly prepared
My ***** Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"
Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC
I give my *****s dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang <phone ringing>
I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "No hell"
She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her ***** behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that ***** we gotta kill"

DirtyDozen520
07-03-2009, 07:50 PM
ya, my ipod was charging so i just went from the top of my head =/

LeaksOne
07-03-2009, 09:47 PM
ya, my ipod was charging so i just went from the top of my head =/

naw its coo. at least you kno good music

jerm_haf
07-04-2009, 12:35 PM
"There's several different levels of devil worshipin, horse's heads,
human sacrafices, canabalism,
candles, and exorcisms,
animals havin sex with em
camels, mammals and rabbits
but i dont get into that
i kicked the habbit, i just
beat you to death
with weapons that eat through the flesh
and i'll never eat you unless
the fuckin meat looks fresh
i got a lion in my pocket, i'm lyin
i got a 9 in my pocket and baby i'm just
dyin to cock it
he's ready for war
i'm ready for war
i got machetes and swords
for any faqqot who said he was raw
my uzi's heavy as yours
yeah you met me before
i just didn't have this large of arsenal of weapons before
marshall'll step in the door
i'll lay your head on the floor
with your body spread on the bed spread, red on the wall
red on the celin, red on floor
get a new whore
met on the second, wet on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
i'm dead wrong"

-Eminem "Dead Wrong"

Kaiser71
07-04-2009, 12:47 PM
The Zip Zap Rap by Devastatin' Dave the Turntable Slave

Rip dibby zap, da zip dap du wap,
This is what I call the Zip Zap Rap
Hichichichy be back in a sec,
Zippy zippa zappa gonna spend your whole cheque,

Zip dip zap, a zip wit a wabbit,
Zippy dipa wippa got a cocaine habit,
Scooby dooby bip a zip bop blam,
It started with a quarter now it is a gram,

Zoom zoom with a scooby doo bop,
Buy yourself into projects you're tryin to cop,
Rip and a rap I wrote with a rhyme,
I think you better call the cocaine hotline,

Zip dippa wip, you call them on the phone,
A zippa dippa wip but yo habit aint gone,
It's been flip flop days and you haven't ate,
I could see it in your face you were losin weight

Rip rap rop smoking back to back,
Zippa dip wip and you had a heart attack
From playin baseball like Willie Mays,
Had you in that hospital for thirty days,

Flip flop flam but now you're back,
A zippa dippa wip in your new Cadillac,
Hah, chichicha, like choking on a bone,
Zippa rippa rap you gotta leave them drugs alone,

KIDS RAP!

Don't be a fool,
Stay in school!
Don't get high and drive a car,
You will not get very far

Well bap boom bam you'll be up on a pole
You got thirty people pushing but it still won't roll
And it won't start either 'cause the engine is bent
Next month you'll be crying bout the money you spent

Kids against drugs now say it!

Don't be a dope,
Don't smoke that coke!
We're talkin' bout cocaine,
Its not good for your brain

Zoom zoom boom a zip goes your brain,
You know its only cause you've been smokin' cocaine

Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta talent,
Everybody has it so use it gallant...ly

Maybe you'll get over you will see,
That what I'm saying is really real
Like at the swap meet,
A serious deal...that could change the course of your life

It's a lifetime contract,
Read it with caution,
Check out the small print,
You've got three options

The first one is to get your money
At the 'spense of someone else's grief
And you know that all that means good buddy,
Is that you're a thief

Second option is a 9 to 5,
And 5 to 1 or the 1 to 9,
But if you read closely,
You'll see you'll be there for a long time

The third one is to go for it,
And try to get the crop of the cream,
When you get tired of drivin',
You just hop in your limousine

Ha, a roll on

Don't be no fool,
Drugs ain't cool!
For me or you,
You know that this is true

A rip rap rollin' with the pretty girls,
Zip da wip dippy with your fresh new curls,
Gooby doop bam a zoom zip wap,
Everybody to the beat let me hear a loud clap

Zip zap zoom a bop to the beat,
All the little frits put the boogie in your feet

Kids against drugs let me hear you gettin' down,
While the rhythm of the boogie bass rocks the ground

(retarded breathing solo)

(children screaming for joy) PARTY OVER HERE!

DON'T BE NO FOOL!
STAY IN SCHOOL!
DON'T BE A HYPE!
DON'T SMOKE THAT PIPE!
DON'T BE NO FOOL!
STAY IN SCHOOL!
YOU PEOPLE KNOW THE DEAL!
COCAINE DOES MAKE YOU KEEL!

Hard times, y'all are getting harder,
Cash money is the only solution,
You gotta get hip to the system trip,
Become a soldier in the proper revolution,

Do it now baby, 'cause when you drop the bomb,
There won't be nowhere for you to run,
Try to spend you last cash then you see a big flash and it's
5 4 3 2 1
(fade out to sounds of children screaming)

Vagrant
07-04-2009, 01:26 PM
Johnny Hobo wrote graet songs. Pity about the singing and guitar playing and the fucking scene he started. nice guy by all accounts though, if nervous 24/7.


His name is Pat the Bunny, and he didn't start the scene. Shows how much you about folk-punk

@Crust: the line goes "sit and roll some Top" not "sit and roll some talk" Top as in Top brand rolling tobacco.

Best verse:

In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
4aid you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air

Kaiser71
07-04-2009, 02:57 PM
Dreams of M16's with infrared beams
Blowin up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene
Highjack the limousine with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemy, head for the Caribbean
Militant guerilla camp is ready for war
Lay your corner face down, place down your jewels cash and four four
When I score prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel the land where the killas dwell
My technique is to ambush you guerilla style
My instinct is of a killer whale; bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a nine millimal
My types subliminal mentality switched to criminal
Importing heroin internash from Senegal
A soldier takes stripes from a general
Used the mike of iron or lead
You choose your mineral

DirtyDozen520
07-05-2009, 10:39 PM
[Verse - Proof]
I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof ON THIS VODKA, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a bitch - wit burgundy hair
On the isle in the Vet, bumpin Seven Duece!
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin loose
See me on the ave daily, be running this shit
If your chick get loud I'll G Money that bitch
Packing mags and clips, I'll smash ya clique
Because of Proof, they put the G in the alphabet
Smoking weed, drinking Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out, the corner store got plenty!

CrustOner
07-06-2009, 11:37 PM
haha @Vagrant: Yeah, I didn't realize I had put that up until I looked at it now -____- and have you heard Pat the Bunny's new band? Wingnut Dishwashers Union?

Vagrant
07-07-2009, 01:06 AM
Yes, and its just as good as JH&TFT. "Alone and free" "T.r.e.a.m."!

Trash rules everything around me, t.r.e.a.m. Cuz I'm hungry, gotta gotta eat yall

Yes its a parody of c.r.e.a.m.
Good shit. Kid has spirit. Plus he's smart and hilarious if u meet him

dior
07-07-2009, 01:11 AM
cash rules everthing around me

lulz

CrustOner
07-07-2009, 01:21 AM
haha he seems like the kinda guy I would want to hang out with.

hit-man
05-29-2010, 11:23 PM
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, *****z roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all *****z really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY ***** THE TIME IS NOW!!

NiL
05-30-2010, 04:32 AM
"Hell is not a place you go if you're not a Christian, it's the failure, of your life's greatest ambition, it's the bad decision to blindly follow any religion, I don't see the difference between the wrong and the wrong. Soldiers emptying clips into little kids and they moms is just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb"
-Im'Tech.

"Well If I found God anywhere, it would be by the tracks, face down in a boxcar, 40 in both hands, when I find God there, we'll just sit and roll some talks, because he'll be just as confused as anyone else on this rock. I took two tabs of acid yesterday afternoon. Woke up this morning with a torn pair of shoes. Found I ruined my life, and everyone else's too. I guess that's what my teachers warned me drugs would do. But they didn't mention the way, the morphine makes the pain go away, and how I'll always remember, the good times in my spine, and the holes I burnt in my brain..with this next line."
-Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains, "Acid Song"

"Class traitor? What-fucking-ever, I'm just another middle class kid too. And if I'm no good at changing, I'm good at self-loathing, so I'll class hate myself with you."
-Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains, "New Mexico Song"

"These are lives not products, these are cows not beef, these are pigs, not pork. These are chickens not poultry, these are calves not veal, these are lives, not products. These are animals just as we, and they deserve to be free."
-Contravene, "In the Name of Convenience"

Lols that last one I don't like sorry vegans and shit but whatever y0 food chain animals eat animals we need to.

KRE1
05-30-2010, 07:18 AM
You got to douche your puss 'cause that shit's stinky
My cum is screaming drink me
My cocks like a slinky, plus my pinky is kinky
Essentials through ya mental, Club Confidential
My phallus shoved in the mouth of Yentle equals crazy potential
How 'bout I tear apart the vagina of Asia Carrera
Shockin' Asia, how 'bout I shove my cock in 'n taze ya
From glamour pj's, she used to give me bj's
That bitch was tight, I sliced her panties off with a kitchen knife
What'chu do to your tits?
Had the silicone implant em', enlarge em', reduce em'
Now them shits look like the gruesome two-some
No jive'in, I'm down with muff divin' at a drive-in
I'll make a piggy a treat you like a slut from caligula
With some cannabis and teeth for my flesh
Cleaver'll be rippin' to pieces the trashy beaver a diva
My phone sex, will have you fucking your reciever
Through sex phone ads, I got sluts sucking my gonads
Your tits are so big you could call the ones on Dolly small
Suck them shits, Z-cups bigger than fuckin' volleyballs
For me to grab my meat and beat it
No credit cards needed, my cock's a frank for they heat it
Hungry hooker here eat it!

Necro, All hotties eat the jizz. WUSUP.

FOWE
05-30-2010, 10:07 AM
Gangstarr has a lot of good ones. Let me try to think of one off the top of my head...

YOU KNOW MY STEEZE

"This beat is sinister
Primo makes you relax
I'm like the minister
When I be lacing the wax
I be bringing salvation through the way that I rap
Cause you know, and I know
I'm nice like that
For the wordly problems
I've got the healing powers
When the mikes within my reach
I'm feeling more power
Stealing at least 3 minutes
Of every rap radio hour
Its often easier for one to give advice
Than it is for a person to run ones own life
Thats why I can't be caught up in all the hype
I keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight
The apparatus gets blessed
And suckers get put to rest
No more of the unpure I've got the cure for this mess..."

Again, a few lines might be wrong, I pulled this off the top of my head.

R.I.P. GURU.

I_FLOAT
05-30-2010, 10:43 AM
last verse of sage francis 'Crack Pipes"

t's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight
It's like when a girl grins, an emotion of hers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes...
...crack pipes...crack pipes...

Meet me-- half way and i'll go that extra length just to help your strength
Meet me-- at the AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps
Bring me to your hiding place, so I can face your vice grip
I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello
Then afterwards, backstage to let me know that you enjoyed the show
And go to grandma's house for Sunday dinner
Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw
you made the day before, I seen you bleed
Meet me-- on Christmas Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces of my dreams
Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with

dirtylurker
05-30-2010, 11:51 AM
"eh yo close the blinds when you cookin, my neighbors be lookin, my nerves is shookin so fuck it im off to brooklyn"

keith murray-to my manz

PulseWithLife
05-31-2010, 08:58 AM
All of Jamal -Fades em all lyrics are dope. But its only worth listenin to with the Pete Rock Remix Instrumental

Speedy
05-31-2010, 12:20 PM
"Waterline" by Sage Francis

I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself: “it's all right, it's all good, it's all love”
It's not though. Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, while I think of the drama
So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon
There's a vanity plate, with my name on it
There's a Davy Crocket hat with a Masonic fat cat under it
A musket rifle spittin' at my feet
They want me to dance in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul. Losin' control.
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain.
Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon
And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood.
Blessed are those who are damned
When the levee broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance?
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command
We let the thoughts flood
We remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good, it's all love”
It's not though. Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair, the vanity we share
The water line is rising and all we do is stand there.



Also, "Twilight Zone" by Lupe Fiasco. It's just one long verse and if I post all the lyrics here, nobody will read them. So youtube it or something. It's crazy.