Daze One Million Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 fuck um im talkin about niggas that used to be down with this but stomp um and most of them niggas dont hang around cuz they cant hustle fight in this struggle got rid of them flab niggas and got me some muscle and now we pumped and ready ta rumble what did you come fo if you niggas aint ready fo war then what ya got guns fo if you niggas aint ready ta put um the fuck you say you thug fo and once mo i advise yo ass not to get caught in a scuffle cuz more than a couple of fellas will get ruffled we stompin a mud hole thangs aint change the game aim ta bring a nigga pain bang them nigga brain hang with the killa clane straight out of the jungle went to the under ground you can see me up in there kickin it with the thug niggas drinkin beer (uh uh uh oh yea) so you can chill with the bullshit you be talkin (talkin) they just be talking, aint none of them niggas walkin (walking) so you best to keep it cool for fuckin with mr sawed off and your jewlery, take it all off you really gotta hear it to get the full effect 12 Gauge - Krayzie Bone, Leatha Face: The Legends Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sean Daley Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 I wasn't born with this shit it took twelve years to make And you gonna let it go to waste? "hell no" let me put it all in place You put in all this work you might as well finish the race C'mon, you don't leave work early on pay day You get your check before you walk so go ahead and jack the magic beans right up out the stalk Then plant 'em down your throat, who knows, the next day your freestyles might be dope Nope! I'm just kiddin' "FUCK A NON-SWALLOW TRAMP!" This song is a tribute to the cock suckin' champs, the deap throat divas with jaws like clamps Lickin' ball like stamps, even when she's got the cramps That's a No Limit Soldier, True Master of the P, but I make 'em say AHHH when I'm servin' ghetto D I love the oral OG's, with rings in their tongue, shit I had to tell this one You should move it to your tonsils cuz a niggas well hung ^ MURS -http://www.ohhla.com/anonymous/murs/theworld/track_6.mrs.txt:lol: Artist: Aesop Rock Album: Coma 12" Song: Maintenance Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com [Aesop Rock] Count that for me...thanks [Robotic voice] 4x One, two, one, two, three, four [Aesop Rock] Well any asshole with a book of matches can light a fire fresh Make that sucker burn for days, I'll be impressed Circlin past the culture's bigot, procreation baked in advanceable Then ball and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill I know gerth and nature but recognize absentee ballot And sappy ballads couldn't fill the void This game's in the giant Tugboat Complex and HE'S ANNOYED! (No one's asking you to feel the narc, brother!) Hmm, it's fashion I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in Realigned mine knives in divine justice Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash Brimstone clone with legs and dim poems Ten little Zen crafts Things cooperate like paper dog participants litigans Picket well or ride or burner style clinic Acid with the basics P-H imbalance to burn the malice martyrs spaceless Then fabricate daytrips I want to be the halo that jumps off the brain Of the genius who decided some pictures deserved frames (God and I are on a first name basis) Yeah I call him God, he calls me Jesus When I lost my religion, he fell to pieces Blade, dragon, up hell's creek Interrupting a devil pagent Starfighter settling to madness I keep my ghoul spirit concealed Until the warriors return to the Coney Isle Wonder Wheel [Chorus] 4x My momma told me there'd be days like this Days like this, days like this, days like this (yes she did) [Robotic voice] 4x One, two, one, two, three, four [Aesop Rock] Okay, tell me who you chill with and I'll tell you who you are I walk a mile with a leash attached to your freak seminar It's a modern sensation on the boulevard of maintenance To sweep your broken hopes under the rugs then hug the playpen This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait jacket A maverick classed in a bunk category They had him parallel with a tattered glory division (I could devil drink dreams out of thermos) Yeah, with a whiskey afterburn It's like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) spit obscentities My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then work my dental tree The clear day's laced with a classic mother nature thunderchaser set That got my papergrain's wings wet Voyeurist amendments lack expansive coverage in the syllabus I dance with shuckles while you man the keyhole grilling code I've done my chores according to God's schedule With coffee holding the wheel and nicotine working the pedals Metal edge kings that tends to rapel the pebble Kettle screaching out the operetta I live to autograph the iron curtain with doveback feather pens Spurting magma, cursing television urns to burn until my Cleopatra Minor (Major) dispersed slap on the wrist For the tennants lacking the arms to harbor the rarity of thick friendship Stuck with a "Yes sir" Change of fatigue to ankle Each beneath the angle I'ma call home until the rock meets the angels Chorus 4x [Robotic voice] *repeat to fade* One, two, one, two, three, four Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ment2 Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 theres hell-o-shit wrong in those aes rock lyrics but i cant make out half the shit he says either... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
space base Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 We do three eh? One two three, three [Thirstin Howl III] I ain't scared to play (THREE) Let me see that, whatchu thought? You're not playin this game right, look You gotta spin it, spin it, just like that Spin the barrel - I'ma TRY IT! SPIN THE BARREL! Watch, I ain't scared SPIN THE BARREL WATCH THIS WATCH! {*BLAM*} Chorus: {*overlaps TH3 above*} You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first? First to get slayed, playin russian roulette You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first? First to get slayed, playin russian roulette [Thirstin Howl III] Poured blood, ignored love Even swore I trusted a little devil, in all us The motive that keeps cheatin wives, lawns cut At a boilin temperature before I'm even warmed up At the speed of thought thug niggaz fightin for a needless cause All you hear is, "John they're stealing!" when we in the stores Uncommon valor with the French make players take the bench above the rim without touchin the net Thirsty, greedy, sometimes desperate When I lock rap down I'ma booby trap the exit Barricade, the entrance Turn demonic screamin into harmless careless whispers No challengers, winnin the belt If I say I'm top notch I'll be just limitin myself MC's bore me like, elevator music Street panhandlers with resalvaged sewage All A&R's, bling-you-fit(??) If life's a bitch, I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker, if the shoe fits If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution Brooklyn Hard Rock, with a toothpick Threatenin your life and safety, with no risk Skillionaire.. after I burn MC's I give 'em information on free clinic care [Chorus] [Mr. Medaphor] My lyrics sprout like a brussel son I get you open like a clam or a mussel I might jam my knuckle Breakin down walls like brick-face and stucco Eat you like a thick steak, you fuck-o Whip you with my belt buckle; you wanna scuffle? I pull your cards while you shuffle I bag your bitch like a duffle Then grill you like a waffle You'll fall like falafel(?) I remove your tonsils I'm housin kids like youth hostels Enhalin forest fires blowin trees out my nostrils Takin underground and carvin pipes out of fossils I wet you up like ponchos on a dark stormy night and spark forty mics I beat you up like forty dykes in Brooklyn You'll get taken, tooken, for every nook and cranny I'll stick your daughter and the nanny Take your baby's candy Grab the brandy out the cabinet Take any found inhabitant and make his mind inadequeate, I spit my lyrics accurate Immaculate it's hard to capture it You don't got half my wit; you better find an advocate to plead your rapture I'm leavin hands in the air, you leave in laughter Stuck in the intro, I'm on the final chapter Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
space base Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Kool G. Rap Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine Put M-16's in niggaz spleens So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill it's blood spilled for real I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin The biscuit that I'm clutchin Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen, Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds Niggaz better stick to they guns Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
composure Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Originally posted by NATO Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock Hang Myself...Half Mast Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself...via live telecast Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective "Don't gimme that ethical shit." I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is! That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction Pregnant women couldn't protect their children Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions Now I have to back petal...from the shower of glass and metal Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier.. And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end "Now get a close up of his head..." Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock Hang Myself...Half Mast Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself while the stock markets crash The city is covered in inches of muck I see some other pictures of victims are up Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat Sometimes in groups of the three The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll? It's the one we rally behind He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll So we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TV's Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties Viewers are glued to television screens Stuck... cause lots of things seem too sick I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music I'll show you which culture to punp your fist at and what foot is right to kiss We don't know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this We know who the heros are. Not the xenophobes who act hard "We taught that dog to squat. How dare he do that shit in our own back yard!" They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape? While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock Hang Myself...Half Mast Makeshift Patriot The Flag Shop is Out of Stock I hang myself, don't waive your rights with your flags ^^^^suckin' song is mean. I've been to one hip-hop show that featured a mainland artist, and it was none other this guy Sage Francis. never heard his stuff before, but he killed it, especially with this song. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest KING BLING Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Forgotten Dialect You’re tight? give me room like a pair of polo boxers Kinda like my pair hanging up in your girls locker She likes to show her friends after hard games of soccer See, Like a pencil with two erasers your pointless For battles you don’t show…I charge you for a missed appointment Understanding me is like trying to explain colors Family over self, self over all others Youre mean mugging me like an empty beer I know you’re weak like 52 in a year, My shit hits hard your runs are chrystal clear Kinda like that cubic zirconia hanging in your ear and it would appear we have a new champion I can rap to heavy metal, country or ambient I’m off the hook and got no handles I get people open like their brain was wearing sandles I shine, leave a tan line at the base of there ankles In class I used to stare at her legs, Her knees were like afternoons on long sunny days I was a regualr mack back in the day or they say, running game like track only in the eighth grade I brought an apple for my teacher trying to get laid oops that shit was stuffed with coke razor blades bitch! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Born Loser Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Artist: X-Raided Album: Xorcist Title: Deuce-5 To Life 187, gang related, I'm accused And after every court date my face is on the news They say I wrote a song about a murder I maintain my innocence, it's nothing but a coincidence I'll admit it looks kind of shadey from the outside looking in The situation is serious but people don't comprehend I was 17 years young back in '92 Facing 25 to life for something I didn't do My song is supposed to be a big admission on my part And they're using the lyrics against me when my trial gets ready to start My songs are being misinterpritated It ain't nothing but the D.A. trying to prove premeditated They've got X-Raided stuck, majorly crossed up The D.A. got a fucked up witness and my lawyer is a dump truck I've been sitting in the county, three years have already went by They're pressuring my Locs, trying to get them to testify Snitching ain't no joke, it's hazardous to your health When you point one finger at me, you're pointing three back at yourself My homies got convicted for murder in the first degree Ain't no doubt about it, they'll try to do worse to me They take me in the court room in front of an all white jury With the family looking me with barely concealed fury My lawyer standing next to me, prepared to represent And help me get convicted cause to him I'm guilty till proven innocent... Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life? They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent... I open up the front page of the Sacramento Bee And read the article that Dan McGrath wrote about me He has his own opinion and it's his job to write it I say he's being biased and completly one sided The media write their stories for the public to consume And any chance I have of getting a fair trial in Sac is doomed Any potential jurors mind is being contaminated From reading all the bull they wrote about X-Raided I never told anybody to go out kill somebody's folks And blaming it all on me and a song I wrote is a complete joke They're looking for a move but they're looking in the dark Putting a noose around my neck and a bullet in my heart Just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I kill And just because I'm capable of killing doesn't mean I will I wish they all knew, how can I make you feel me? X-Raided didn't do it but I've gotta ride cause I'm guilty till proven innocent... Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life? They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent... I'm knowing I'm going to end up in the pen Fighting my appeal and hoping that I win It's me and Baby Bread fighting this fucked up case Like Dooney and B-Dub trying to get these years erased In Sac there ain't no love when you're from the Garden Blocc Maniac, C-Mooney, Baby Snake and Lil' Venom already got washed I'm trying to keep my head up but my load is getting heavy It makes me want to do like Sicx: take some Tylenol and get it over with But instead I just maintain and do everything to keep my composure Representing the Blocc to the fullest and riding like a soldier I told you fools the X-Loc ain't going out like the average I didn't kill your folks but if you run up then I gotta loc up like a savage On that ass, bitch, it ain't nothing personal thang, it's just about survival And I'm going to be 125 years old before I die if I can help it You made your threats and I felt it but I ain't dead yet So you niggas talking about what you're going to do when you see me I'll be on the weights, wearing state boots and a beanie I wish I didn't have to be this way but it's reality So I'm strapped based on the fact I'm guilty till proven innocent... Why they trying to give me deuce-5 to life? They trying to give me 25 to life cause I'm guilty till proven innocent... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOUM Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 i can't find any lyrics on it but,tupac-fuck the world Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOUM Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Re: classic Originally posted by eseLokE1uno [Pharoahe Monch] As you look from whenceforth I come; riding the wind thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view, I'm descending in helicopters -- in a village raid Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade I'm highly intoxicating your mind -- when I'm operating on cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle I display a nuclear ray that'll, destroy bone marrow in cattle Thereby destroying the entire food supply that's crawling with AIDS, maggots, flies It's ironic, when a demonic, government utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram Who's determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy I threw I-raq/a-rock and I-ran/I-ran cause I couldn't stand anymore within the depths of the sand So don't ask me Hu-ssein/who-sane cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain {oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it nitrogen levels.. check it} [Prince Poetry] Twenty-thousand leagues down below, minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees Seize the info, gather the archaelogists The aftermath needs to follow this cause it's, deep Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists a.k.a. Optimus Prime -- time, television is, dead on this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition de-leting any alias info and descriptive Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision precision, beams Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens Black, don't you know my formulas form dope lyrics uplift spirits and yo I hear it's fatal to walk the path of Konfusion, where it's torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish Subjected to death Their bodies don't agree with the hypnotical intellect Poetical acid is burning up flesh At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there Johnny More Grotesque Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride Insight, foresight, more sight The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight You feel nauseous Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness {Now is the time.. to stretch your brain to it's maximum} [Pharoahe Monch] I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand into dimensions to unlock new doorways And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game enabling me to advance in wisdom Words will exist like vampires No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape with my sanity -- in 2010 every man will be subject to global warming, formless oval Millions of locusts swarming Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme the intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain The triggering mechanism from which I strike sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound which comes from below the magma, the granite, the ground The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes Your optics will not be able to detect the deadly hypnotical gases Damn it's hard to breathe!!! But if I got one breath left; I'll suck wind from the valley of death, here I come from the slums of earth to center I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell Walkin through the doorways of Heaven -- or is this Hell? {The time is now.. right now.} {This is the hour, this is the new dawn! This is the new day.} [Prince Poetry] As I step into the Thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth round of poetical warfare; energetically I walk with the flare Rampaging like a rock-like figure throughout the night's atmosphere I swear My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness can't overshadow me cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you after I'm bashin you, with my hammer Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma Rays brainwashed to transforms me but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up For God still is my upliftor I use this knowledge just to crush the cluster of grifter Night approaches so I proceed in flight back to the Hall of Justice as I continue to disintegrate em Translating the codes in hypnotical language then a Theta assault steppin up, frontin to be blunt but I'm a radical creator of a poetical hypothetical mathematical slay slur, punch that, stun that amazes and dazes and phases the stranger, with pages of the lost chapters Unfound factors So I stretch like Reed Richards across the land Continue with reading your e-quilibrium with concepts that confuse ya, metabolism's fallin off Data consider oblivion Now as I walk through the valley of death ignorin the battle lashes and gashes and rashes the atom smashes, cause I released the last hypnotical gases! my uncle used to kill this song,now i read the lyrics and i wanna hear it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shaolinmasta Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Ice Cube Rappers make threats and i can hear it hard to fear it coz i know you grew up on my lyrics its the boss plaer never lost hair over assholes blast hoes and you motherfucking tadpoles 2 Pac i heard a rumour i died murdered in cold blood traumitised and then he goes on to say but that was fiction some coward got the story twisted like i no longer existed mysteriously missin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kettiecat Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Originally posted by THEdude Why scream, when you can lose yourself inside the wide stream Let life be a bowl of melting ice cream Or be the deer that's caught in my high beams I'm rolling with the brights on, Scared stiff, reality is just too much to bear with Paranoid, walking around, careless, No wonder your in love your therapist Go to sleep my little time bomb God loves ugly i love that verse "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" no regrets- aesop rick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scrabble Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 I got a liter of Knob Creek & bottle of Ether Got the second Mobb Deep creeping out of the speakers Would prefer to sit home and drink 'cause it's cheaper Why you trying to hide the eggs girl, you think that it's Easter? Got time to kill, got kills to time Prescription filled, I got pills to climb Got the firearm ready to rob convenience stores Got charm baby gonna recruit a team of whores Got hopes and dreams of no in betweens I've got hopes and dreams of no in betweens Good swing keep losing the fall in the green Good thing most my friends live inside my head 'Cause now I'm never alone, when I lie in bed Got truth can't recall where I put it Maybe someone took it, mistook it for value and thought they wanted it Gone with the wind and the rain all that remains is a subtle taste of sin laced with grins and astonishment Don't believe in monsters...I know 'em Because they dwell in my heart and raise hell in my emotions If there ever was a reason to live it'd be to die Now hold still let me wipe the fear out of your eye first thing i though of when i read the thread name Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Scrabble Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 word on God Loves Ugly, No regrets, and gravediggaz's suicide "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie I asked him why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity us While we findin beauty in the hideous They say money's the root of all evil but I can't tell YouknowhatImean, pesos, francs, yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth Brought up, through endangered species status on the planet Earth Survival tactics means, bustin gats to prove you hard Your firearms are too short to box with God Without faith, all of that is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K.] We only licensed [M.D.] Not compassioniate, only polite [T.K.] Now who the nicest? [M.D.] Not good but well behaved [T.K.] Chasin after death so we can call ourselves brave? [M.D.] Still livin like mental slaves [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin you look twice [both] Hidin like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis makin you look twice [Mos Def] Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree That everything you see ain't really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria Synthesized surface conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin You confusin me, you losin me Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick That they been runnin across stars through all the time with I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between We either niggaz or Kings We either bitches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary This life is temporary but the soul is eternal Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey most of the things that we think, do, or say We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory Like that y'all Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SukiSukiNow Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 I dunno, but in "One of a Kind" by Atmoshpere, when he whispers "you're all the same..." it gives me goose bumps for some reason. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
!@#$% Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 maybe not the best, but my favorite The response while I bomb that ass, "You ain't shit!" Your wack ass town had you gassed Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow You become so Pat as my style increases What's that in your pants ahhh human feces! Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Spike Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 i walk with a head full of fire, and a belly full of hunger pain, uncontained rage takes hold 'til i'm numb again, clear the air like summer rain, it's just another day seen through the eye of the hurricane, runaway train of thought, my sore knuckles say love and hate, huffing shakes straight 'til i suffocate, b-boy unengaged til my brain's buzzin', ain't nothin' changed, decorate grey skies with colour- spray paint tornadoes, fallen angel with a worn halo, moonwalk on a rainbow, multi-verse space ghost writer, spit a day-glo one-liner, the tongue tied long timer, invisible ink specialist, i think devilish, sipping on a alcoholic beverage, livin' with benefit cheats and no-hopers, stoners!, deadbeats who sleep on the sofas, socialite soldiers, glued to the motorola, worldwide like coca-cola, weed network, exert energy the head-nod expert, trenchfoot puttin' in legwork, the wordsmith, still lifted off the first spliff, i levitate in space, let the earth drift, it's sickening; instinct without discipline, livin' in a world where everybody hears but nobody's listening, it's like mission impossible tryna hop-scotch every obstical, death's never optional, it's the epilogue to the first chronicle, the black comical. (Cuts: Jehst & Ricochet Klashnekoff - Nightbreed) "its the return of the drifter. lone wolf former jacks, roam road like a ridge back. contents under pressure. shabby tap i walk aggy with a hunch-back." soldiers hold a cold stare like they never been scared, but live life like they know their time's precious 'n' scarce, beef could be hell on earth, better settle it there, and if my sins are forgiven heaven better prepare, i bring a breath of fresh air, bless polluted lungs, bunged up from the years bunnin' zoots of skunk, i lounge in bluesy clubs with abusive thugs, useless drunks,and junkies abusing drugs, and young bloods with the loosest tongues, it's too much! old cats sacked up like they loosin' touch and get bust some are truly stunned, another rabbit in the headlights far too confused to run i stay balanced like planets like the moon and sun, i need shoes on my feet and some food to munch, if you relate to that statement salute me once, one love, one hope for the youth to the future comes, its comes now, i'm drunk and run down sun up to sun down, cuz life is bugged out, some doubt us, but couldn't survive without us, parasites surround us like close encounters of the 3rd kind, cyclops with a 3rd eye, deep in my trees like a termite, toke up the herb 'til it burns bright, burn rubber on the turnpike, prey stays locked in my search light, word life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest imported_Tesseract Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 I DONT EVEN WANNA COUNT HOW MANY I's THERE ARE IN EVERY RAP SONG Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr.Clean Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 "I'm a walking time bomb, i smoke weed to keep me calm shyheim anything Wu Tang is usually pretty dope but you gotta feel me on this: its all about the Fat Boys Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IDrinkSprite Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Andy Kaufman - Sage Francis If you heard this track than youll agree the whole track is worth mentioning. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest SayOne Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk They got so many corners and they got so many spots And I can't even bump up the block without the, "Yo man, what you got?" I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange He's lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives I just found out the candy store's a front They walk in the candy store Man G, candy's far from what they want You might see a pickle or a popsicle But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels Honey used to look like a winner Now she can't even get took to dinner cause so many dealers ran up in her Somebody's blood is on the tar Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass Money got robbed for his bank They broke in his house and took everything except the kitchen sink Little man murdered on the scene He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17 Granny's damn near pushin 80 A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone Yeah, this is my home sweet home Three card molly, another man to fool Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals I'm gettin frisked by the cops They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me but yo I heard she's givin VD Just when you think the skies are gettin blue Bang bang -- another brother's split in two Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body Sonny boy is goin on the strip Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped A baby is born and needs lovin but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven Cops killin our kids, but they bill us So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers Everyday's another risk I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss No heat, just pots of hot water I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order Man that landlord is the lowest Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home *door shuts* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JimmieWalker Posted June 20, 2003 Share Posted June 20, 2003 I don't have any specific lyrics but I am feeling alot of shit from Mad Child. (swollen members) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sean Daley Posted June 21, 2003 Share Posted June 21, 2003 Originally posted by ..fuD.. theres hell-o-shit wrong in those aes rock lyrics but i cant make out half the shit he says either... yeah but its the best u can expect from ohhla, too tired to make corrections. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DREDZ Posted June 21, 2003 Share Posted June 21, 2003 A verse from a battle rap by the artists on Weightless Records .....Blueprint's verse: "I heard your weak tape You're overconfident Keep talking shit, I'll chop you up like a beatbreak You think shits sweet because your teeth ache You ordered beek, but you built for cheesecake You're light in the ass and need weight Before you put out a record, Rashad, you need hate! You wanna battle with track, you need crates You wanna battle face-to-face, all I need's a date! You cowards make it worse by runnin' I'll chew up your punk-asses and shit you in nuggets I know what a thug is, and it ain't you I know what skill is, and it ain't in your crew Man, y'all some overnight thugs That smoked a little weed, and now you think you sellin' drugs You was home writing ballads, not on the block Too much of a coward to ever hold a glock You ain't never held a gun in your life so stop trippin' And if you did, it probably had water in it Braggin' 'bout cash and how you spend it The only thing you know about cash, is how not to get it Jiggy kats braggin' 'bout the cheese they makin' I never meet a rich man that stayed in his moms basement You won't battle 'cuz your flows tired You better have Cannibus and Common as your ghostwriters Y'all some pillowbiters who don't know they wack Now, look at you, Your third eye is black!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
composure Posted June 21, 2003 Share Posted June 21, 2003 "there's smoke in my iris, but I've painted a sunny day on the inside of my eyelids" -Aesop Rock I've taken to this line from the first time I heard it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
decs Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 People Under The Stairs - Time to rock our shit i love the hook to this song [Double K] Yo Thes, what (what up?) Can you rock the mic? [Thes One] A ha ha, my mellow my man, it's like ridin' a bike Uh, Double K [Double K] What's Up? [Thes One] Can you rock it? [Double K] Like ridin' a bike, but only with training wheels So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal [Thes One] I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal [Hook] I'm the principal, our crew's invincible Under The Stairs Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?) Code area, attack like malaria Concrete jungle bundle of joy With bobby-boys It's scary to think our tape destroys your crew's hopes (what?) I can't cope with that, say no Put it on a DAT, Double K 'Cause everything I say will one day give away Or another recovered in it's original place Signify this straight caligrified verse Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse www.ohhla.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dojafx Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 [Noreaga] Yo niggas tried to shit on me and make history, supposedly I was the man who was supposed to be the head of the click lip sealed, no nigga snitch do or die, I smoke bogey, sword like shinobi shoot up your block and make you know me you aint ready yet, slow down and recollect stay in the car, I stuff Allah bodyset ay yo Allah-u-Akbar, look paw, now I'm set air conditioned cooler system, yo, the tec glisten on a mission, shoot your back out position found missing, 2-5 deep in prison kid listen, die on the cross like a Christian so fuck you, plus your weak religion in disguise, nowdays I cut prize the invincible, untouchable CNN is boldfaced, written in gold with ink pen channel 10, we break ten, win again kid you on pluto, homo'd out just like menudo far from the sun, cant feel the shit that I do I stand in front the Judge about to lie, plus I'm high too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ETHREADZNY Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 anything by Big L or Kool G Rap Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ETHREADZNY Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 or old Nas, Xzibit, Mobb Deep Xzibit - Foundation lyrics {Verse 1} When I look you in your eyes I can see my own Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and women Son, please be selective This is California can't stick your dick in everything We will survive necessarily by any means Let no man ever hold you down or supress you It's the 90's the police just arrest you, disrespect you on occasion take life By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked Ready to rock Then shake the spot The Foundation {Verse 2} You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers Who forever smoke bud So it's probably in your blood Realize you can only run the streets so long Then the streets run you into the ground then gone It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong Same shit different day It's the same ol' song If the time ever comes that I meet my match Take control of my assets Fuck startin' from scratch Take care of your mother Keep yourself on track Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your back Beware of the serpent Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike And try to make you loose sight Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill Son if you ever pull heat Then use it If you got a chance to walk away Then do it Total domination takes full concentration in all situations A solid foundation {Verse 3} You are the foundation Begining of a new generation I remember hospital hallway pacin' I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine Only to find that yours looked like mine So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time In this life you can't press stop Then press rewind Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man Have your own plan, expand your mind Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs This is nothing but love Via sattelite Muggs Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife Be prepared for the worst But expect the best No matter where life takes you Come home to the West Survival takes more than just gats and guns That's words to live by From a father to a son Foundation Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weapon X Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 tragedy khadafi: Hate my life, so I don’t give a fuck about yours Real dog from my hood, walk on all fours Crime life, training my dogs to break laws Break jaws, once we form we take yours Never shoulda been born, I shoulda been aborted ‘Cuz on this Earth I’m cursed, and worse, I’m distorted Moms fell to the game, she wasn’t supported Real niggaz feel my pain and I know that she caught it That’s why I murder for the dough and I never get extorted Feds got the red on my head, wanna see me dead Crippled in a wheelchair with one leg For my life, I won’t beg, I’ll give it instead See you can’t kill me nigga, ‘cuz I’m already dead By the time you realize, I be done already fled Blowing trees overseas ‘til I’m bloodshot red In Cuba, growing a beard and long dreads From family court, to criminal court, to supreme court Scars from the battles I fought To the jail bars up north where love got lost And if your story ain’t valid, you’re salad got tossed I copped out and dropped out without a diploma, So close to the mils I can smell the aroma Half my niggas got killed or lay in a coma Blowing shots from a dropped rover ‘til the world over Never sober, If I was I’d blow my brains out I walk the streets of New York with my chain out Thuggin’ it ‘til I’m out Yeah, nigga, no doubt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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