PerFuct Posted January 30, 2008 Share Posted January 30, 2008 Bah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PerFuct Posted January 30, 2008 Share Posted January 30, 2008 Bun B I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip Go ask that boy Skip That nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Barile Flyin' through yo belly belly and Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me Marcus so have a Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
john brown Posted January 30, 2008 Share Posted January 30, 2008 I Feel Like A Black Republican, Tote Tha Mac When In Public And, Act So Southern Die For Mah Brother And Money, Money Money Like Money Mac In Publishin, One Life To Live Neva Ask For A Mulligan, Streets Cold But Tha Heat Make Me Feel Covenant, Been Had Cake They Late Like Ed Sullivan, Fly Like A Eagle But Noo I'm Not Donovan, Boy You Betta Go Eat Some Soup Wit Ya Momma And Them, And My Mind Is On Anotha Continent, I Am Real Cash Money No Counterfeit, I Don't Parkin Lot Pimp I Jus Politic, Bet I Get All In Her Mouth Like Polident, New Orleans Representa Till Tha Enda, Come From Tha City Where Tha Glitta Don't Glimma, Tha Sun Don't Shine And Tha Guns Don't Sleep, Wake A Nigga Ass Up Like He Got Somewhere To Be!!!!- weezy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
XJONATHONX Posted January 30, 2008 Share Posted January 30, 2008 I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bation Posted February 1, 2008 Share Posted February 1, 2008 agreed^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
got_that_work Posted February 3, 2008 Share Posted February 3, 2008 I Feel Like A Black Republican, Tote Tha Mac When In Public And, Act So Southern Die For Mah Brother And Money, Money Money Like Money Mac In Publishin, One Life To Live Neva Ask For A Mulligan, Streets Cold But Tha Heat Make Me Feel Covenant, Been Had Cake They Late Like Ed Sullivan, Fly Like A Eagle But Noo I'm Not Donovan, Boy You Betta Go Eat Some Soup Wit Ya Momma And Them, And My Mind Is On Anotha Continent, I Am Real Cash Money No Counterfeit, I Don't Parkin Lot Pimp I Jus Politic, Bet I Get All In Her Mouth Like Polident, New Orleans Representa Till Tha Enda, Come From Tha City Where Tha Glitta Don't Glimma, Tha Sun Don't Shine And Tha Guns Don't Sleep, Wake A Nigga Ass Up Like He Got Somewhere To Be!!!!- weezy i cant feel my face!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
got_that_work Posted February 3, 2008 Share Posted February 3, 2008 wit these penetentiary chances that i take, should be able ta get the mansion by the lake. but invest my bread into sumthin else, and its sumthin else thatll make sumthin melt. u just gotta feel the kid, if not rap, for the fact of how real he is. -jadakiss Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
got_that_work Posted February 6, 2008 Share Posted February 6, 2008 the bin laden clips, yea, it came wit the chopper/ u got a slick mouth, i hope it came wit the docter,/ ur boy stack cheese like it came wit the whopper./ - jeezy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TGUNNER Posted February 6, 2008 Share Posted February 6, 2008 Olldieee From Black moon -Bucktown (Steele) Bucktown's everywhere I swear It's clear to me You feel the weed, now I really see Night falls around the way Originoo heads come out to play Puff herb, break day It's just a regular, everyday state of being I Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time I find reality follows me where I roam 360 degrees back home in... [Hook] BUCKTOWN!!! Home Of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (8x Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thesoulfulldude Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 pretty much every nas song, but made you look has a killer chorus You a slave to a page in my rhyme book! aw made you look Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thesoulfulldude Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 Follow me into a solo Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo Music mixed mellow maintains to make Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT Now it's a daily word I can get iller than 'Nam, a killin bomb But no alarm - Rakim will remain calm Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme But for a microphone still I fiend This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin Brothers tried and others died to get the formula But I'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first? Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away Planets are small as balls of clay Astray into the Milky Way - world's outasight Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite Now stop and turn around and look As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took! So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star You better follow it cause it's the R This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin The Leader Verse Two: This is a lifetime mission, vision of prison Aight listen In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist Am I Eternal? Or an eternalist? I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go Keep ya movin cause the crowd said so Dance - cuts rip ya pants Eric B on the blades, bleedin to death - call the ambulance Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze A magnum as a microphone murderin' MC's Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote (follow the leader) Yeah - dope Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck Soon as ya try to step off ya self-destruct I came to overcome before I'm gone By showin and provin and lettin knowledge be born Then after that I'll live forever - you disagree? You say never? Then follow me! From century to century you'll remember me In history - not a mystery or a memory God by nature, mind raised in Asia Since you was tricked, I have to raise ya From the cradle to the grave, but remember You're not a slave Cause we was put here to be much more than that But we couldn't see it because our mind was trapped But I'm here to break away the chains, take away the pains Remake the brains, reveal my name I guess nobody told you a little knowledge is dangerous It can't be mixed, diluted; it can't be changed or switched Here's a lesson if ya guessing and borrowing Hurry hurry, step right up and keep following The leader Verse Three: A furified freestyle, lyrics of fury My third eye makes me shine like jewelry You're just a rent-a-rapper, your rhymes are minute-maid I'll be here when it fade to watch you flip like a renegade I can't wait to break and eliminate On every traitor or snake - so stay awake and follow and follow, because the tempo's a trail The stage is a cage, the mic is a third rail I'm Rakim the Fiend of a Microphone I'm not HIM, so leave my mic alone Soon as the beat is felt, I'm ready to go So fasten your seatbelt, cause I'm about to flow No need to speed slow down to let the leader lead Word to daddy, indeed! The R's a rollin stone, so I'm rollin Directions is told, then the rhymes are stolen Stop buggin', a brother said, dig em, I never dug 'em He couldn't follow the leader long enough so I drug 'em into danger zone, he should arrange his own Face it, it's basic, erase it, change ya tone There's one R in the alphabet It's a one-letter word and it's about to get More complex from one rhyme to the next Eric B be easy on the flex I've been from state to state, followers tailgate Keep comin but you came too late, but I'll wait So back up, regroup, get a grip, come equipped You're the next contestant - clap ya hands, you won a trip! The price is right - don't make a deal too soon How many notes could you name this tune? Follow the Leader is the title, theme, task Now ya know, you don't have to ask Rap is Rhythm And Poetry, cuts create sound effects You might catch up if you follow the records E. wrecks Until then keep eatin and swallowin You better take a deep breath and keep followin The leader. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the graff giraffe Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 "basketball is my favorite sport, i like the way they dribble up and down the court." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Life and Times of: Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 pretty much anything by R.A. THE RUGGED MAN. hes a fucking monster. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Classified Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 CAPPADONNA-(last verse) WINTER WARS. no question. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
!RENOBOF Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 Vinnie Paz-Blood Runs Cold(last verse) Im tasteless, there's beauty in strange places I find beauty in razors I find beauty in blood drippin from ya faces I find beauty in the Qua'ron and all of its Aramaic equations I find beauty in twelve gauges I find beauty in teaching you what the definition of pain is I find beauty stainless steel, that can kill and reveal the front of your grill Your brainless, ya'll don't wanna test Vinnie Paz patience I crack jaws and swing swords of the ancients Ya'll pretended to understand the matrix Without attempting to overstand its basics We dedicated to cats that's been thuggin Vinnie Paz got more hoes then Jim Duggin Ya'll been duckin for quite some time now Vinnie bout to teach you how to write some rhymes now We aim beams in between your eye brows Jedi Mind Sean P combine now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
booniesbomber Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion 2Pac- Thugz mansion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Classified Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 ZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzz Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dosa312 Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores A perpendicular, angle of the clout war Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal Fast Life... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
McMannus Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 (imm tech) "...i dont care none, like retarded kids throwin ice cubes at the sun.." (wu-tang, cant remember who specifically) "...and started breakin down the flag, the blue is for the crips, the red is for the bloods, the white is for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
awkward eye Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 Bun B I'm breakin' 'em off from they hip to yo lip Go ask that boy Skip That nigga Bun rip With one clip, soon as the gun slip Now I done ripped out my Barile Flyin' through yo belly belly and Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly Servin' 'em like a Deli jumped on my cellular telli Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style You can't see me Marcus so have a Motherfuckin' Sweet and smile Murder! I was actually going to post the whole verse the other day...But all the lyric sites I went to had the wrong lyrics on them and I didn't feel like typing them out myself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tyler Durden Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans yessss. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CMF Posted February 21, 2008 Share Posted February 21, 2008 "get at me, the doctor is fine cadillac transform into optimus prime i aint lyin, im the future satalite disk on the coup, wanna be hood down i'll recrute ya i talk the slang that swang like slick rick's chain." Redman off that new pete rock album. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
war terror Posted February 23, 2008 Share Posted February 23, 2008 we finger fuck bitches with freddy kruger gloves on Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skeedupfromthefeetup Posted February 25, 2008 Share Posted February 25, 2008 any cormega song Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
After School Special Posted February 25, 2008 Share Posted February 25, 2008 APPLE BOTTOM JEANS WITH SOME BOOTS WITH SOME FUR ON THEM (WITH SOME FUR ON THEM) REBOKS WITH STRAPS EVERYONE IN THE CLUB WAS LOOKING AT HER SHE GOT LO ON THE FLO Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Decyferon Posted February 25, 2008 Share Posted February 25, 2008 I'm no angel heart or private eye for louis cyfer when I beat death at chess and outplayed pan the piper you can't perform an exorcism on my voodoo rhythm my JuJu has arisen beyond it physical prison a human being seized by pestilence and disease famine damning my body can bring my soul to its knees born to abhore war when I first saw forceps but even in death I will return to draw breath Aspects - Lost Souls Maybe not the greatest lyrics but they were a local group and that rhyme flowed so nicely Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
a kid growin up Posted February 25, 2008 Share Posted February 25, 2008 Two of my favorites. Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe Watch me Lean And Watch Me Rock? Super Man Dat Hoe Then Watch me Crank Dat Robocop? Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock Jocking On Them Haterz Man When I Do Dat Soulja Boy I Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance They say my lip gloss is poppin My lip gloss is cool All the boys be jockin They chase me after school What you know bout me What you what you know bout me What you know bout me What you what you know Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thesoulfulldude Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 i dont know what you all think about lupe's 'the cool' but check out the lyrics from 'little weapon' I killed another man today, Shot him in his back as he ran away, Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade, Cut his wife's throat as she put her hands to pray, Just five more dawgs then we can get a soccer ball, That's what my commander say, How Old? Well I'm like ten, eleven, been fighting since I was like six or seven, Now I don't know much about where I'm from but I know I strike fear everywhere I come, Government want me dead so I wear my gun, I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young, This candy give me courage not to fear no one, To fear no pain, and hear no tongue, So I hear no screams and I shed no tear, If I'm in your dreams then your end is near. Yeah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thesoulfulldude Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A macabre Parade of the toys he made And in Shimmer shades who looks half his age About half the size of the flags they waved And Camouflage suits that made to fit youths 'cause the ones of the dead soldiers hang a little loose And AK-47's that they shooting into heaven Like they're trying to kill the Jetson's They struggle little recruits Cute Smileless, Heartless, violent Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways, Can't write their own names or read the words on their own graves Think you gangster popped a few rounds, These kids will step in and murder a whole town, Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down, The grave gets deeper the further we go down Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thesoulfulldude Posted March 5, 2008 Share Posted March 5, 2008 bishop G (same song) Imagine if I had the console, The family of those slain, I slain on game consoles, I aim I hold, right trigger to squeeze, press up and Y one less nigga breathe, B for the Bombs press pause for your moms, Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games, She leaves resume activity, Start and blew hearts with poor harsh wizardry, On next part I insert code To sweeten up the purses of murder work load I tell him he work for CIA with A With operative, I operate this game all day I hold a controller connected to the soldier With weapons on his shoulder he's only seconds older than me We playful but serious, now keep that on mind for on line experience Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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