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rap tune of the day

Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by st.nick, Aug 16, 2001.

  1. st.nick

    st.nick Member

    Joined: Dec 26, 2000 Messages: 672 Likes Received: 1
    Artist: Nice & Smooth
    Album: Ain't a Damn Thing Changed
    Song: Sometimes I Rhyme Slow
    Typed by: OHHLA.com

    (Greg Nice)
    Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
    I'm sweeter and thicker than a chico stick
    Here's an ice cream cone honey take a lick
    I go to Bay Plaza and catch a flick
    Wore my Timberland boots so I can stomp ticks
    Scandalous get a wiff of this mist
    Just like the Yar Boys now I'm blissed
    I feel good per say good state of mind
    Drive a red Sterling and the seats recline
    I love it when a lady treats me kind
    Go to Tavern on the Green have a glass of wine
    He say, she say I heard it through the grapevine
    No static, got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    Teasin, skeezin, all so pleasin
    Don't ask why I got my own reasons
    Smooth B Greg Nice Slick Nick click
    Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick...


    (Smooth B)
    Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
    I was on 125 and Saint Nick
    Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain
    Under my heart three clouds of pain
    She got the best of me
    What was her destiny?
    Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...ter
    My mind is in a blur
    Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur
    Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together
    We were inseparable, noone could sever
    At least that's what I thought
    But later I fought with her substance
    And almost ended up in Supreme Court
    When I was on the road doing shows getting biz
    She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends
    And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip
    My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip
    Time went on I started noticing weight loss
    Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse
    At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorry
    But I keep having visions of snow
    I need doe
    And I said woah little hottie
    I'm not DeLorean, Gambino or Gotti
    I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke
    I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks
    And what do you know
    In 18 months she came home and I let her back in
    And now she's sniffing again...

  2. Trend

    Trend Member

    Joined: Jul 10, 2001 Messages: 611 Likes Received: 0
  3. seeking

    seeking Dirty Dozen Crew

    Joined: May 25, 2000 Messages: 32,277 Likes Received: 235
    that beat was nasty...
  4. Seek One

    Seek One Elite Member

    Joined: Nov 26, 2000 Messages: 2,666 Likes Received: 0
    good song...you got any other recomendations (SP?)
  5. Remy Martin

    Remy Martin Guest

    snoop doggy dog..doggy style..
  6. beardo

    beardo Guest

    for seek...
    Artist: The D.O.C.
    Album: No One Can Do It Better
    Song: The Formula

    High energy flowin' with the wisdom
    Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm
    This is what I'm using to come up with a style
    So I'll interact altogether better with the crowd
    Nervous for a second then the record starts spinnin'
    And I fall into the state of mind of what I'd just created
    Pump it like the Dr. D into the R.E. suckers ready to leap
    Up on the tip when we made it
    Creative so I'll never be regarded as a regular
    More than just a little bit better than my competitor
    You should never underestimate the fashion
    I hold for the stage whether I'm coolin' or thrashin''
    Clockin' the concoction created by me
    When read you read E = the D.O. to the C.
    Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
    Equals an artist that wont' be worn, what is that Dre?
    It's the formula

    It's like a message that only I could understand
    But those who want to comprehend will again
    Be in the midst of the brother
    Unlike another in any way
    'Cause Dre don't play, say what the other say
    Originality is a must whenever I bust
    A funky composition, it's crush and I trust that you
    Know it when you hear a funky record with potential
    Me gettin' hype 'cause Dre rockin' the instrumental
    Nothing like what you've heard before and more, never less
    See I don't Fess, I mean I'm like fresh if not the freshest
    When I'm expressin' my thoughts on
    Vinyl, you can't help but listen up and get caught on
    Hooked because I cook when I pick up a pen
    And begin, in the end it's dope, that's 'cause I want to win
    Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her
    Equals the DOC, what is it Dre?
    Yo, that's the formula

    Keepin' it dope as long as I can like imagine
    Makin' each record that I do better than the last one
    Take a little time, choose the topic and drop it
    Release it, the science of makin' dope beats with
    Rhythmic American poetry
    Shipped it to stations, now many people know of me
    I'm the D. into the O. and the O. into the C. and the C. into the period
    Suckers are fearing' this
    When heard, the dope style calculated by the great wait
    And take just a second to get caught up in my record
    new but not a kid to be worn
    If something' gettin' torn up then I'm doin' the
    Tearin', not bein' torn
    Shapin up to be one for the top vocalist lyricist
    And when you hear of this
    You shouldn't choke on this
    Knowledge and the talent makes it valid
    For me to get it patented
    Dre, tellin' what I'm rappin'
    The formula
    In effect and I'm smooth, that's why I'm on the incline
    Suckers frontin' for nothin' 'cause I'm goin' to get mine
    It's in the cards and I thank I might have read this
    so dont' lie and try to front like someone said this
    Most who know thoughts served by the DOC see
    That it's a mission impossible, tryin' to rock me
    For an arena who'd ask me to perform for her
    G.O. and easily I flow and ya know usin' the formula

    IM LOOKING FOR THIS ALBUM.. if anyone has it id trade.. sketches... flicks.. stickers.. whatever for it. one of my all time favorite albums.. DONT SLEEP!!

    [This message has been edited by beardo (edited 08-16-2001).]
  7. Seek One

    Seek One Elite Member

    Joined: Nov 26, 2000 Messages: 2,666 Likes Received: 0
    thanks beardo that song was fresh
  8. omone

    omone Member

    Joined: Mar 26, 2001 Messages: 750 Likes Received: 0
    anyone know what song was sampled for sometimes i rhyme slow?
    i think i heard it once, maybe im wrong
  9. JimmyHofa

    JimmyHofa Junior Member

    Joined: Jul 2, 2001 Messages: 156 Likes Received: 0
    tracy chapman, dont know the name of the song tho
  10. beardo

    beardo Guest

    Artist: Camp Lo
    Album: Uptown Saturday Night
    Song: Luchini (This is It)
    Typed by: [email protected]


    This is it (What?!)
    Luchini pourin' from the sky
    Lets get rich (What?!)
    The cheeky vines
    The sugar dimes
    Cant quit (What?!)
    Now pop the cork and steam the vega
    And get lit (What?! What?! What?!)

    Verse One:

    Introducin', phantom of the dark
    Walk through my heaven with levitation
    From efficient
    and these leathers showboatin with Rugars
    Flash vines, Belafonte vigga
    Lets get for what it's worth
    As we confiscate your figgas

    Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
    In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
    Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get
    Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood
    Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
    From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues

    I play the deef (What?!)
    Sensations at the Monte Barbie screamin (Cheeba!)
    For fillin pleasures at my castles (Blow the smoke out!)
    The boss of Vegas substitutes when the Dutch is gone
    The Lo don't stop give me shouts
    Its the season sauters
    Souflers for swervin no corners
    We magnets to moolah
    Livin wit Charlie's Angels hornets
    No smilin were slidin
    That gets you caught up in the octa
    Or deaded for movin
    Its just like that as we proceed

    Saturday night special better take it lightly Ja-Jiyah
    A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah
    The chain gang keep your ears out for our years
    Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo paradise

    Chorus: repeat 2X

    This is it (What?!)
    Luchini pourin' from the sky
    Lets get rich (What?!)
    The cheeky vines
    The sugar dimes
    Cant quit (What?!)
    Now pop the cork and steam the vega
    And get lit (What?!)
    [1st time] This is it (What?!)
    [2nd time] (What?! What?!)

    Verse Two:

    For these feral herds of seas of black cheese that I can't missa
    Silky Days, satin nights taken flights down <???>
    We sensation spanish flyin with the lady Scarface
    Bottoms up sunshine.. Love Potion Number 9

    And we headin from the magic city chessin this sweet
    On your orifachiny in London
    Relaxation in Bora Bora
    Got notion to bring it... sing it
    Love up in my function
    Stonin... robbin
    We hiestin merchandise and gunnin
    Love it... leave it
    But bless the war chief or his bison
    Get it... got it
    The Lo will forever be nicin

    Yeah; the Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
    The Geechie Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
    We float the tri-state drink in this satin vines
    This Coolie High jack pack from the sugar shack
    Then what we do after we sip the Armaretta
    We start the Harlem River quiver
    Dig it sweet daddy
    Sharpen the crimson blade
    High sierra seranade
    Anatomy for seduction be this here

    Enter the place with grace
    Jersey Armaretta the burstin of clouds
    It pours.. everything seems better
    Or flats with love we move
    Only in the mist
    Its Lo its life
    And we can't get enough of this

    Chorus: repeat 2X

    This is it (What?!)
    Luchini pourin' from the sky
    Lets get rich (What?!)
    The cheeky vines; the sugar dimes
    Cant quit (What?!)
    Now pop the cork and steam the vega
    And get lit (What?!)
    [1st time] This is it (What?!)
    [2nd time] This is it (What?!) (x2)


    The Sonny Cheeba he be sippin Armaretta
    The Geechy Gracious he be sippin Armaretta
    The Joe King he be sippin Armaretta
    The Chaquita Kid he be sippin Armaretta
    We got high stakes for mine Kiwa Armaretta
    And then my man Ill Will sip Armaretta
    And then my man Cab in the tray sippin that
    We slide through the Tri-State with the hi-hat
    And then I float side-to-side in my Coolie High
    And then I peep the sunset with this Spanish Fly
    And then I float down south with the Boogie Flats
    And then I slide up in-between a ziggy
    And all of that gibs
  11. chicken bone

    chicken bone Guest

    nice and smooth is dope.. redbone booties im out to taaaag dewdewdewdewdewwww dewdewdewdew budadoo budadoo doooooooo!!
    that one song where they use that parliament funkadelic beat.. i forgot both the songs but they're in my head. soemtimes i rhyme slow is like my 2nd favorite song by them.

    chicken bone!
  12. Retired Hasbeen

    Retired Hasbeen Member

    Joined: May 9, 2001 Messages: 567 Likes Received: 0
    ...Does anyone have a copy of the TREACHEROUS THREE- New Rap Language?
    The enitre track? ..or know where I can get a copy?..Not a download, like an actual tape or record,cd,etc..
  13. MisPantalonesEstaEnfuega

    MisPantalonesEstaEnfuega Veteran Member

    Joined: Dec 23, 2000 Messages: 6,494 Likes Received: 1
    Artist: Nas
    Song: it ain't hard to tell
    Album: IllmaticIt ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
    The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
    My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath
    I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
    Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond
    Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin
    Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
    Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin
    Cause in my physical, I can express through song
    Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
    I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell
    From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell

    The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
    Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up
    Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
    School a fool well, you feel it like braille
    It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill
    Vocabulary spills I'm +Ill+
    plus +Matic+, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek
    Jam like a tech with correct techniques
    So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
    Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me
    I leave em froze like her-on in your nose
    Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell

    This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen
    I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen
    Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin
    End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again
    Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop
    I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles
    Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle
    And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova
    You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
    Packin like a rasta in the weed spot
    Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop
    Though they need not to sneak
    My poetry's deep, I never fell
    Nas's raps should be locked in a cell
    It ain't hard to tell

    Girls suck.
  14. Trend

    Trend Member

    Joined: Jul 10, 2001 Messages: 611 Likes Received: 0
    Jeru - One Day
    Album - Wrath of the Math

    one day about 6 o'clock im woke up
    by the sound of my buzzer
    and a car, or a truck
    screeching off
    so i jump up, scratch my nuts
    but when im like "who's that?"
    nobody speaks up
    so i go
    to the door
    there's a note
    it says we have hip hop hostage
    with guns to his throat
    do the right thing
    and we might let him go
    but if you call the police
    thats all she wrote
    you know what the motive is,
    its all about dough
    and in case you think we bullshittin,
    here's the photo
    i couldnt recognize the clowns
    cuz they was all hooded down
    but i peeped Foxy Brown
    sippin Cristal in the background
    with fake aligator boots on
    and smack dab in the middle was hip hop with the
    Versace suit on.
    i immediately called Primo
    i said "hip hop is in trouble
    meet me at my rest on the double
    dont even jump in the shower,
    matter fact scratch my rest
    meet me at D & D in a half an hour.
    and bring all your shit with you
    cuz you know what we got to do, yo Afu"
    (Afu) "what's up"
    lets Jetson like Elroy
    if i recall correctly i last saw hip hop
    down at Bad Boy.
    we'll see if Puff knows whats up
    cuz he's the one getting him drunk
    and fuckin his mind up.
    we go to the office,
    he's nowhere to be found
    so we snatched up J-Black and beat his punk ass down.
    "now where's hip hop?"
    "aiight, aiight"
    he confess Suge came and took him from Puff last night.
    he said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve him,
    so we went to LA later that evening.
    when we got there,
    everything was aiight
    and we brought hip hop back home that night.
    one day...............
  15. LUKY

    LUKY Member

    Joined: Sep 22, 2000 Messages: 459 Likes Received: 0
    camp lo kiks ass