Milton Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 What are some of your favorites "The laser guided, lyrical hybrid/ creating scripts so sick I gotta to arm wrestle my pen to write it." -Canibus "Like Ghandi and Hitler stuck in elevators broken/ one could reach the ceiling panel boosted by the other/ but suddely suffocating doesn't seem so stubborn." -Aes Rock "How can you falter when you're the rock of Gibralter?/ had to get off the boat so I could walk on water." -Jay "I'm killin' y'all ni**as on that lyrical shit/ mayonaise colored Benz I push 'miracle whips.'" -Kanye West "Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off/ Whoever put your record out must have needed write-offs/ Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?/ Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod" -Slug Add dammit! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
someone Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 like a cup of virgin blood/mixed with 151 one sip will make a nigga flip! -nas one mic Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dirty_habiT Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 I don't have an Ipod, and I think they're for hipsters... Second!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
someone Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 in nyc ppl get killed for ipods Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dELiSs Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 how about some immortal technique.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Milton Posted November 3, 2005 Author Share Posted November 3, 2005 In LA you can get killed for your vintage von dutch leather chaps... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Damn, I love Jay's verse off the remix too Milt, shit is the illest shit on the whole cd! anyways QOUTABLES: "Now we the American working population Hate the fact that eight hours a day Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us And we may not hate our jobs But we hate jobs in general That don't have to do with fighting our own causes" -Aesop Rock "Rockin a motherfucking flag don't make you a hero Word to Ground Zero" -Immortal Technique "And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism" -Immortal Technique "Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife" -Nas "I don't want no computer chip in my arm I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb I say we all rush the pentagon, pull out guns And grab the intercom, my first word's will be I believe Man made God, outta ignorance and fear If God made man, then why the hell would he put us here?" -Dead Prez Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dumy Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Originally posted by dELiSs@Nov 3 2005, 04:14 AM how about some immortal technique.. Quoted post true Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
earmuffs Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 "makin your brains go splat thru your LA Dodgers hat" - Big Tone Woodie lyrics..... BLACKBIRD!!!! DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN I BOUGHT THE SEVENTY-FIVE CAPRICE GLASSHOUSE/ I CAME BACK TO THE YOC AFTER PULLIN' EIGHT HUNDRED CASH OUT/ WE TOOK IT TO MY POPS SHOP.. AND SANDED IT DOWN/ GOT IT SPRAYED APPLE GREEN, WE SIXTEEN THROUGH THE TOWN/ THAT WAS WHEN THE CLICK DOWN-N-DIRTY ALBUM JUST DROPPED/ AND THAT MR.FLAMBOYANT MADE THEM BY 9'S KNOCK/ WE WERE DIPPIN' SO HARD WE HAD THE WHEEL COMIN' OFF THE GROUND/ TRYIN' TO PEEL EVERY NOTCH IN TOWN/ WHILE ATTEMPTIN' TO KEEP THE YOC LOCKED DOWN/ ANY SCRAPS WE RAN ACROSS WE HOPPED OUT AND GOT DOWN/ DRINKIN' FORTIES, SMOKIN' BAMMER, EARNIN' STRIPES WAS OUR LIFE/ BUYIN' ANY STRAP WE COULD, WHAT GOOD WAS A KNIFE?/ WE WAS TRYIN' TA TAKE 'EM ALL OUT THE GAME/ AND AT THE SAME TIME HAVE THE HOES CALLIN' OUR NAME/ WE WERE NIEVE AND YOUNG.... MAYBE EVEN DUMB/ BUT THERE'S NOTHIN' LIKE THE FEELIN' WHEN THE RESPECT COME/ 'CAUSE MANY RECOGNIZED WE GOT DOWN TO BUSINESS/ AND VERY CAPABLE OF LEAVIN' ENEMIES WIGS SPLIT/ WE WAS KIDS.... SHOWIN' UP TO SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY/ LIKE NOTHIN' HAPPENED, IT'S ALL PART OF LIFE IN THE BAY...HEY/ I GUESS OUR FATHERS BRED SOME KILLAZ/ BUT I'M STILL HERE AND YOU'RE GONE AND I DON'T FEEL A/ MUTHAFUCKIN' THANG OF THAT, I WANNA BRING IT BACK/ BLACKBIRD!!!! I WISH I COULD BRING YA BACK CHORUS: BLACKBIRD, DEDICATED....HIS LIFE TO THE GANG/ SO IF YOU'RE.. NORTENO, REMEMBER HIS NAME/ CARLOS JOSEPH RAMIREZ, A SOLDIER MUCH LOVED/ AMONGST MANY HOMEBOYZ, WHO NOW REST ABOVE. NORTE SIDIN' MUCH PRIDE NORTHSIDE OF THE GOLDEN STATE IT'S WOODIE WOOD FROM THE A-N-T-I-O-C-H WHERE THE CRACKBACK'S POTENT AND THE PIGS ARE DEEP FOR EVERY NEW BATCH COOKED HALF THE TOWN DON'T SLEEP AND I CREEP IN A SIXETY-NINE LARK WITH DUALS BARKIN' UP THE BLOCK ON RALLIES CHROME SHININ' LIKE JEWELS SWINGIN' SIDEWAYS TO HIGHWAYS AFTER AIMIN' FOR BRAINS WITH MY EYES ALL DIALATED SWERVIN' THRU LANES SHIT'S GONE STRANGE BUT I WAS UP IN FUNK BEFORE THAT SO NOTHIN'S REALLY CHANGED IN THIS YOC LIFE FORMAT HOMIEZ GONE OR DOIN' TIME SO THE CLICK AIN'T AS DEEP BUT WE STILL NORTE SIDIN' RIDIN' ON YOUR BUMPER WITH HEAT WITH BEAT QUAKIN' OUT THE WINDOW SPITTIN' YOC LIFE LINGO THAT SHITS SO TIGHT IT MAKES MY EARS TINGLE A SINGLE SHOT DEUCE-DEUCE IS ALL IT TAKES TO RATTLE UP HIS BRAINS AND KILL HIS PARENTS MISTAKE BUT I PREFER TO TUCK A TRE-FIVE-SEV IN MY NUTS SO I CAN HIT "EM WITH A GUTSHOT FUCKIN' 'EM UP CHORUS 2X: LIVIN' IN THE SKIRTS OF THE EAST BAY CO. CO. COUNTY CRANK AND BOMB KEEP THE BALLAZ PAID BUT YOU CAN'T FADE WHEN THE SOLDIERS GET TO RIDIN' FLARED UP TEARIN' IT UP NORTE SIDIN' "SSIIIIDIN" YOC INFLUENCED WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN? IT'S THE REASON WHY I'M COCKIN' BACK AND BLOWIN' OUT YOUR SPLEEN IT COULD MEAN THAT YOU'RE ALL ABOUT YOUR GREEN AND COPPIN' ZITOS AND ROLLIN' ON THE TRIPLE GOLDS AND VOGUES AND SERVIN' VITOS THEM C-NOTES MIGHT HAVE YOU FLOSSIN' WITH THE TOWN SEWED UP BUT HIT THE COUNTY YOU'S A BITCH OR SNITCH YOU GETTIN' ROLLED UP SWOLLED UP SO I'M A SOLDIERFIED YOC SWINGER A MALT LIQUOR DRINKER A FUCKIN' DEEP THINKER UNTIL I HIT THAT GRAVE BETTER COUNT ME AS A FACTOR 'CAUSE I AIN'T NEVER BEEN NO SHOOTIN' BLANKS HOLLYWOOD ACTOR PREPARED TO SCRAP DOWN AS I POUND THRU THIS TOWN OF A HUNDRED THOUSAND PEOPLE FIFTY THOUSAND LIVIN' FOUL BACK IN NINETY-TWO ONLY A FEW OF US WERE RIDIN' NINETY-THREE, WHO ARE THESE FOOLS SOUTHSIDIN'? NINETY-FOUR WE KEPT THE PISTOL CHAMBERS SMOKIN' NINETY-FIVE THEY REALIZED THE YOC AIN'T JOKIN' NINETY-SIX HALF THE HOMIEZ MOVED TO SLANGIN' THAT'S ALL GOOD BUT WHY'D YOU FOOLS QUIT BANGIN? NINETY-SEVEN FUCK IT I AIN'T EVEN TRIPPIN' LOVE THE HOMIEZ I GOT EVEN MORE AND KEEP DIPPIN' LET THE RECORD STATE IN NINETY-EIGHT SHALL I DIE WRITE THE WORDS IN MY OBITUARY FOR THE NORTHSIDE I SERVED CHORUS 2X ENDING CHORUS LIVIN' LIFE STRAPPED PUT A TARGET ON A SCRAP AND I'MMA HIT A BULLSEYE 'CAUSE IT'S LIKE THAT WOODIE'S ALREADY HATED FOR THE FACT I'M GANG RELATED FUCK RAPPIN' ABOUT THAT BULLSHIT, BEEN THRU TO MUCH TO FAKE IT Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
someone Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 ^^^ nobodies gonna read all that caps locked versed bullshit and immortal technique? hes iiight "ice ice baby/ ice ice baby/ check out the beat while my dj revolves it/ ice ice baby/" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 You frontin' style to me it's war when the beat drop just anotha mothafucka gonna see pac you the type that'll run when the heat pop the type that'll hide a gun when he see cops but not me, I'll aim a thirty-eight at the crown show up the next day at the wake and frown yeah, and then I'll laugh at the widow then my man stoupe blast through the window foul when I was young but I survived karma drop bombs like a b-25 on ya yeah, it's vietnam in the trenches just keep my seat warm on the benches I run with wild puerto ricans that hit L's and study classical verses by *Big L* we came up in the game at the same time and read one-hundred-fifty rappers with the same rhyme -vinny paz MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you Seen inside the places of beyond The dwellings of the Omn Existing in Islamic pantheon Flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass Devise your spell Make demons rise out of hell Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire I launch writers Put your drawn on gong's wire Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune Science to contortion your body into a coffin Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army We beat skulls in the shape of a wet bag of laundry-jus allah the grass is always greener on this side, im the cat that spits live quick to stick knives in ya bitch side this shits sublime, within these rhymes, got messages to get fags quittin they lives play em like a puppet, cock it back put it to ya head and start dumpin, heart stop thumpin until ya pulse steadily slows, get ready you ghost, kicked off earth by these deadily blows intelligent souls already knows, that my wrath is only exceeded by these incredible flows compiling words together, since before the dictionaries first editor, my worst is beheadin ya lines from when i was five still capable of denting insides then take it exterior stretching your hyde i terrorize lands that span maps, come tossin them hands get you an ya mans clapped, understand that you fucking with a superior source, stay hearin these thoughts,tellin me to make you reappear as a corpse sleigh a thousand wack cats, they dont pack gats, touch as much steel as trains that lack tracks your appeal doesnt exist, braggin about guns and the clips, come walkin by me and im runnin ya shit dont try to get smart, im the cat that hits hard, got the type of forces to bust ya lips apart theres no way you shoot, take the gun out your hand and leave ya face lookin like tomato soup stomp it till it resembles salsa dip, then toss the clip, bet you wont come around actin like u da boss again steady gotta regulate, so you cant speculate, and say hotheads ominous forces are only second rate keep my title clenched, when you get what your entitled sent between your vitals wedged -HOTHEAD THE GOD MC Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dead sentiment Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 "Keep Pouring" -Natural Elements... Lyricist Lounge Volume 1... [Matrix] "I verbally break-up emcees like disfunctional families So get with this different mix, like seeds from interractial relationships I draw crowds, at the same time, I erase kids" "I discriminate like a racist a-gainst these basic lyricists that are cleaning out my wax, clogging my ears up with Tasteless tunes, flavorless buffoons, that are talkative Skills far from walkative, when it comes to battlin' I don't give a fuck like a virgin practicin' sexual abstinence Cuz in my eyes, your presence makes no appearance like absent students Who went to join the uneducational rookies playin' hooky" [A-Butter] "Counter-attack the raps like cataracts with eyesight Get in the Zone deeper than Twilight when I grab the mic tight What I write tonight will bring hip-hop back to it's origins While mortal men, stay delicate like porcelain Lyrics get sicker than the mind of Dr. Kevorkian" "Penetrates like a parasite sounds to satelites (All day, all night) Lyrical syllables I sacrifice On this mic device I get slicker than Andrew Dice And switch ya style like hermaphrodites, from models to dykes Why do rappers say they rappers when they all rap alike? To me that's nonsense, that's why I drops sense when I grab the mic And go through those rhymes like po-nine through traffic lights" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deterrent Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Saul Williams does it for me. "niggas used to buy their families out of slavery now we buy chains and links, smokes and drinks they're paying me to record this, even more if you hear it" penny for a thought "riding in a freight train in the freezing rain listening to Coltrane my reality went insane and i think i saw Jesus he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter who was cursing him out in a scat-like gibberish for not saying 'butterfingers'" twice the first time Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tyler Durden Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Pretty much anything by Ghostface... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PREPPY GANGSTA Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 you're a pack of herbs in here with your cornball backpacker quotables. fall back. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PHILLY IS WILD Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 all covered in ice, like i was standin in times square, on the day after tomorrow - j.r writer niggas know, that i got that black music on my waist i can put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-base blucka blucka to your face, closed casket momma cant remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy flowers for the family, powder in the nap sack runnin through the projects, tryin to get a stack back got a sk, bout to get my mac back - lil wayne Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PREPPY GANGSTA Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 weezy is nice Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PHILLY IS WILD Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 please say the baby Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saraday Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 my all time favorite.. 3rd verse from Black Sheep's - The choice is yours remix Third Verse (new) Engine, Engine, Number Nine, On the New York transit line, If my train goes off the track, Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up! Back on the scene, Crispy and clean, You can try, But then why, Cause you can't intervene. We be the outcast, Down for the settle. Won't play the rock, Won't play the pebble. Open the door, You best believe, We're sliding through it swiftly. Niftly, We can make it hip to be, What we are cause what we be, Be the epitome, Doo-Dah-Dipity. So now I dwell Just to say your plainar Hold your cup cause I got the container. Pass a plader, Cross the fader. Black Sheep get played Like the Sony innovator. Never the traitor, Party of later, And you can get a scoop, Later. i dont know why i love that verse.. i just do :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shameless self promotion Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Originally posted by someone@Nov 3 2005, 04:13 AM in nyc ppl get killed for ipods Quoted post TOTALLY UNTRUE MAN!! Its starter jackets. :haha: Edited. Im being a dick today. :hatred: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Milton Posted November 3, 2005 Author Share Posted November 3, 2005 A whole verse is generally never "quotable" it it's entirety in my opinion. Some are close I suppose. Preppy Gangsta backpackers make the world go 'round. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MEROJUANA Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 AKINYELE - "LOUD HANGOVER" GOIN BANANAS LIKE GORILLAS FROM THE PLANET OF THE APES, TO PLAY IT SAFE, YOU PUNKS BETTER WEAR CAPES, SO YOU CAN ESCAPE WHEN IM ON YA FIRE ESCAPE, HANGIN YA ASS OUT THE WINDOW LIKE DRAPES, NIGGA I AINT FAKE, YOU WANT BEEF? I BRING STEAK, BUST YA MUTHAFUCKIN CHOP, ITS THE AK, STRAIGHT UP AN DOWN, LIKE 6 OCLOCK. MEROOOOO Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MEROJUANA Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 "Like Ghandi and Hitler stuck in elevators broken/ one could reach the ceiling panel boosted by the other/ but suddely suffocating doesn't seem so stubborn." -Aes Rock I WANNA SEE THIS NIGGA BATTLE HELL RELL OR 40 CAL. <OBJECT CLASSID='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' WIDTH=150 HEIGHT=150><PARAM NAME=MOVIE VALUE=http://myfilebin.com/userfiles/we%20gets%20busy/40cal4.swf><PARAM NAME=PLAY VALUE=TRUE><PARAM NAME=LOOP VALUE=TRUE><PARAM NAME=QUALITY VALUE=HIGH><EMBED SRC=http://myfilebin.com/userfiles/we%20gets%20busy/40cal4.swf WIDTH=150 HEIGHT=150 PLAY=TRUE LOOP=TRUE QUALITY=HIGH></EMBED></OBJECT> MERO. MLBC.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TeezerPHM Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Cage's new album has some shit thatll have you think or be like what the fuck.... HELLS WINTER Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PHILLY IS WILD Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 "i start rumbles when i come through, go, bundle for bundle, i got some killas that'll, come through and slump you" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PREPPY GANGSTA Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 this right here is fire: what would you do if your son was at home crying all alone on the bedroom floor cus he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money and his daddy's gone somewhere smokin rock now in and out of lock down i aint got a job now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GLIK$ Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 HAHAHA Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GLIK$ Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Half of me is sayin' maintain and uphold Suddenly I bump into some asshole He's cursin' me out, but this pistol that I hold Took control, and in his head I put a hole Ahhh man, now I'm lookin' around the whole Area, the gun is still hot that I hold I'm buggin' out, and I don't know how much longer I can hold I feel myself sinkin' deeper in the hole So in my victim's pants I rip a little hole And felt for the wallet, and took the whole Bill-fold, forty bucks is what I hold Suddenly I hear, Freeze! Police! Hold! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GLIK$ Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 And the entire Pumpkinhead - The Best song. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest imported_El Mamerro Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 "Cooler than the cukes she makes you use for a dildo, and roles that she plays don't have hit points or Bilbo" -Babbletron, "Birds" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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