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"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

 

 

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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

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"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

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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

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"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"

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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

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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

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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 :)

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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

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"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.

 

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MERO.

MLBC..

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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!

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"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"

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