[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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
[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 nigga 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 niggas ain't 'bout this It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger Since rappers turned gangsta
[Wise Intelligent] Overdose on movies, come up living like a script Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit Niggas 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 nigga 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
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
[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
[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
---Heather B----- Now who was it that said females can't rhyme? I'm witchu That's why real niggaz 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"
----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
----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...
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 nigga'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.
"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
-----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)
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
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
verse three by ghostface killah (impossible - wu-tang clan) Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit Don't go Son, nigga 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
ghostface is ill. pretty tony! styles p --ruff ryders anthem remix Y'all niggaz 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
------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
__jean Grae----- A new representative, presentin Jean Grae Customer, client, president, fuck Gen X, we today, nigga 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 niggas ready to set it We can all eat, what you need, let's go get it
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"