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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
[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
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..."
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.
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
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.
i jerk off inside books and give life to words leaving concepts stuck together youve probably never heard -technique
"...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.
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.
"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
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
God Bless America But She Stole The B From Bless... anything MF Doom ever said... anything Brother Ali said...
If youre gonna scream, scream with me Moments like this never last When do creatures rape your face Hybrids opened up the door
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
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