----Black Thought-- Strategis, I bet y'all niggaz can't believe this I read you like a whole avenue that's filled with meters parked, fuck your back talk, I watch how niggaz 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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
--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 niggas hoppin home Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
[Cam'Ron] Aiyo, when it comes to bread, niggaz make loafs You run around with fake toast Money or your life, nigga I'll take both I hate the heavens and you shady reverends Niggaz like +90210+, I'm like Killa Cam, +187+
[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 nigga FUCK PATAKI, I gotta do my thang nigga 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
[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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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 nigga) 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 nigga 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 nigga 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!
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 niggaz deaded and wetted Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic
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 niggaz 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
[Yungbuck] And I'm calibrated at 360 degrees See that's 300 niggaz 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 niggaz got nerves to do (what niggaz 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
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?
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 nigga Reality, embrace dreams in bear hugs Niggaz 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
Lord Finesse Fuck that, you know who's bigger Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas 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 nigga 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 Niggas 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, nigga 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, nigga 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
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
[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!
[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
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
--------Pep love--------- Like this shit Niggaz 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
-----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
[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
(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
(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