mr.yuck Posted July 8, 2003 Share Posted July 8, 2003 A-I-N-T-N-O-L-I-M-I-T nigga we B-O-U-T-I-T-B-O-U-T-I-T just kiddin Yeeaaaah im just a hustla on the go out here gettin my propers dont you know im livin kinda comfortable large mail and all and a jealous motherfucka would love to see me fall Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
adept Posted October 15, 2003 Share Posted October 15, 2003 I don't know about BEST, but peep this... they expect those of us who peep to not see medical benefits should be cheap if not free right? the richest people are those without morals cause once they get inside they tend to keep the door closed lord knows the killin; is quick and clean from baseheads to people addicted to nicotine man made diseases where skin cells corode to ones where if infected you die from common colds economical foes they be the true threat usin' your tax dollars to sell and produce debt what's next? we got guns and drug traffikin; governmental be backin' em, blamin latin and african brothers for dirty works done the shit they do not only hurts young, but it's promotin' revolutionary cir-cum-stances slow like molasses this is a message to the masses, never ass kiss...Chali2NA Ozomatli "Comming War" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FuckWhitey Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 bump Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ares Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near But then the road became empty and the people disappeared The clouds ran away, opened up the sky And one by one I watched every constellation die And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star I should've known, walked all the way home To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone trying to find a balance - atmosphere Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i11igul Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Powers55 Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 [Juicy J] Yeah, we high as a junt up in this motherfucker I'm drinkin some fruit punch; thats belvedere vodka and cranberry juice YouknowwhatI'msayin? The engineer high, everybody highhhhhhhhhhh [Chorus 4x] Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed Drank, Drank, drank that liquor Pop them pills, snort that P [Juicy J] Now I'ma go and do it like them white folk do Get it from the dope man I.O.U Called tootin snow but its driftin soo Menage-Trois awww mane dats cool Whats in the plastic? High ass dro The hoes that fuck smoke all my dope Now you the type of nigga, buy a hoe a rose I'm a keep stuffin' coke up her hose Columbian Cocktail Purie Snow And take her to the bounce and let her throw some bows And let her sip syrup and make her body slow Then take her to a room, make her suck and blow They act a damn fool with that acid mane And put it on they tongue then they go insane I think its kinda wild, they be out the frame But like the commercial, this is your brain on drugs (eggs scrambling in background) Whatch you know about them pill thangs Have ya runnin' roud drinkin listerine Doing bout a hundred cold switchin' lanes Take a X pill then ya wanna bang Get a little freak take her to your home Stuck ya dick in with no rubber on Three days later you be on the phone Tellin' yo doctor "She Burnt Me Joe" Thats what ya get unprotected sex Then ya took a pill called percocet It might keep you calm, but your still a wreck The key little shots keep ya in the mix I know a young nigga out in Hollywood Who said he got sprung off Dog Food He stuck a needle in his arm Ouchie-oooo And then it made him feel like Awwww-cool [Chorus 4x] Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed Drank, Drank, drank that liquor Pop them pills, snort that P [Lord Infamous] Scarecrow is the dictionary table of contents of drugs If you describe it, I could tell you what the fuck it was Now if your getting very drowsy, you feel very down That must be heroine, I only sniff that Funkytown The only marijuana that The Infamous will blow Is purple koosh and white willow or I break down that dro Dromo tabs and percassettes, just before i get out bed Break out the bag of blow and take about four to the head Lord must have his medicine, plenty yellow purple syrup Purest herb, very perved, feel superb, to the curb Snotting up them railroad tracks, mack having a heart-attack Take a Xanex, put it back, bitches bout to get attacked Sometimes I may get down with the crystal methamphetamine Niggas stay up early, I will strain my eyes on your high beams ????????? ??? I stay high as fuck Lord should take a piss test I would melt right through the fucking cup [Chorus 4x] Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed Smoke, smoke, smoke dat weed Drank, Drank, drank that liquor Pop them pills, snort that P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DrUnk MoNKeY Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 smoke weed every day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
styxx119 Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 boooooooi!!! its all about RUN DMC, or beastie boys, that sizzz is h the hizzle, ya huuurd???! but seriously, i hate rap music, it can burn in mariah carreys asshole for all i care! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
destroya Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 Originally posted by i11igul OK thugs, call the troops, tell them load they slugs (Buddens) In the closet is the long nose and O.J. gloves I don't care what type burner ya using Gangsta it out, let's put the heat down, do some furniture moving Look, tried and acquitted Rap suckers, all ya lives I lived it, remember I'm the guy that did it Who drives the 6's? Dogs, you can't ball out No matter how much you customize ya Civics Block work, glock work, give him CPR (For what?) For trying to play his A-dat in a VCR Keep on following Scarface, I'm plotting a car chase Stop! It's Jumpoff wit Desperado's guitar case I ain't gotta call on hounds (Why?) When ya guns is like the last Lennox Lewis fight, short on rounds I'm used to dra-ma, ride wit the tool and hammer All you young rap dudes is bammers Yo, don't let me out of my cage The world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti your brain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fuck muni Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 lil los from northern cali grab yo clip, stuff it up, now its time to fuck shit up times are tough but they only gonna get tougher my barrels sptting thunder, leaving suckas smothered for colors im coming out the gutters with cutters, that be cutting muthafuckas in my way, in the Bay, in that game where you dont plauy and its too late, you clocked in, now there aint no stoppin, my choppas from choppin when you make it to my top ten, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
destroya Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 WW3 Freestyle - Fabolous, Paul Cain, and Cokane (haven't heard it in a couple years, bear with me) Fab - I leave 'em dead neck down You wanna eat? All ya'll can ex-pect now Is get fed Tec rounds... And I walk around with what ya'll re cash is Put three holes in nigga's faces like ski-maskses Paul Cain- It's Paul Caine season again Write like a novelist and speak with my pen... Duct tape you baby moms to the front of the fridge Eyes plucked out and shot through her stomach and ribs Cokane- Cokane ain't ain't ne'er been scared to clap the cannon my dogs'll carve your face up like jack-o-lanterns Artist: Fabolous Album: Ghetto Fabolous Song: Click & Spark *Abridged. [Fabolous] My gun go click and spark Don't leave witnesses to point me out on 106 and Park Son those slick remarks, gon' get you Bla-bla da da,bla-bla da da da da (blaow!) Y'all walk through my p's in karats Wind up hook on machines, livin' like peas and carrots Ya team wanna beef, thats when I screw the muzzle on the tip And strap the beam underneath When I ride through, ya dont see no lid I put snipers on the roof like Nino did All it takes is a c-note slid To have you on the news askin if anyone seen yo' kid I dont scream it in a rough tone I got spots in the whip to stuff chrome, that would of help Puff Combs [Verse 2] These niggaz gots to be punched Act stupid, get shells in ya stomache, like you ate pasta for lunch If I let this diablo door raid I'ma have the front of ya crib lookin like Diallos doorway See I know all yays, we buy ours pure-yay We waitin on boats, these guys go Broadway Ya'll gon' make me tie a bomb under ya Benz See how much you talk wit firearms under ya chin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ment2 Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 Originally posted by Kettiecat aesop rick stupid cunt :mad: from memory... no regrets lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue berets/ city born into this world with no knowledge and no regrets// had a piece of yellow chalk with which she drew up on the street the many faces of the various locals that she would meet// there was joshua, age 10, bully of the block/ who allways took her milk money at the morning bus stop// there was mrs. crabtree and her poodle/ she allways gave a friendly wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor// and she drew, men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds/ and she drew, scyscrapers, hoops stands (???), cities, towns// allways said hello to passers-by they asked her why she passed the time attaching line to concrete but she would only smile// now all the other children living in or near her building ran around like syrens soaking up the open fire hydrants// they would say, "hey little lucy, wanna come jump double-dutch?"/ she would pause, look, grin and say "im busy thank you much"// well, well, one year passed and believe it or not, she covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk// and she stopped, "little lucy after all this here just giving in today?"/ she said "im not giving in, im finished" and walked away// one two three thats the speed of the sea abc something something blah blah blah lucy was 37 and introverted somewhat/ basement apartment in the same building she grew up in// traded in her blue berets for long locks held them with a clip/ traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks// and she drew, little bobby who would come to sweep the porch(/door/floor/i dunno)/ ...the mailman, delivered every day at 4// lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day but found it suitable and she like it that way// she had a man now, rico, similar, hermit/ they would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose// they appreciated space and rico was an artist too/ so theyd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (look!)// and every month or so, shed get a knock up on her front door/ just one of the neighbors, acting like she thought she was a strange girl// really, she would say "hey lucy wanna join me for some lunch?"/ lucy would smile and say "im busy, thank you much"// and they would make a wierd face the second the door shut/ and run and tell her friends how truly crazy lucy was// and lucy knew what people thought but didnt care/ cuz while they spread their rumors through the street she'd paint another masterpiece// it goes... one two three yada yada yada lucy was 87, upon her death bed/ at the senior home where she had previously checked in// traded in her long locks and clips for a headrest/ traded in her charcoal sticks for arthritis and had to have it// and she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn/ had a telivision in her room which she never turned on// lucy pinned a likeness of all her pictures on the wall/ and sat and smiled and look each one over just to laugh at it all// well rico had passed about 5 years back, so the visiting hours pulled in a big flock of nothing// she'd never spoken much throughout the spanning of her life/ till the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside// and she said look, ive never had a dream in my life, because a dream is what you wanna do but still havent pursued// i knew what i wanted and did it till it was done, so ive been the dream that i wanted to be since day one// well, the nurse jumped back/ she never heard lucy even talk, 'specially words like that// she walked over to the door and pulled it closed behind/ and lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures and she died// one two three chorus wooha. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JEKOLROKS Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 "people fear what they dont understand hate what they cant conquer guess its just inferior of man became a monster"... this is one of my favorites out of many....;) ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ares Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically Life begins when the record spins and ends When blended into the next with scratches RJ constructs the canvas, I find a color that matches Outline the rhyme and increase the content Blueprint the piece that completes the concepts Sequence the song steps to make it more complex Soul Position in, sole possession of Poll position, hold your breath and listen While I resurrect these twenty-six letters A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparisson You're not ill, and if you are My notepad's full of medicine Plus my freestyle is Excedrin Take two hours and call me back with a new style And show me you're prepared for the final frontier We're here *We're going forward* The Final Frontier We're here *We're going forward* The Final Frontier We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically My pen like a turntable arm moves mechanically Even when the groove shifts or skips dramatically I accurately etch out my welded fine fantasy Across a skyline covered with sound I move into position like a cumulus cloud Acid rain slang still a part of my emosis My first demo, known to soak instrumentals With brainstorms, capable to break in the calm Created by strange tongues that praise the norm But while they make a living giving false testimony I often impress the ceremony with an exercise in exorcism First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous Open mic sermon for the trife vermon That had a hard time learnin' How to properly prepare for the final frontier We're here *We're going forward* The Final Frontier We're here *We're going forward* The Final Frontier We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies Of lost verse, or crews you coulda looped first But refuse to do the work when the whistle blew So in a world dominated by the digital The metrinome I listen to beats inside of my chest It speeds up with a level of stress It's built to last, but analog at best Ingest another measurement of time served My lifeline swerves kinda like a signed curve Time blurs, during my breakneck ascend To apex and then slows during my lows Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows The ass of my artform's always exposed But I'm inspired by the front rows They're the reason I prepared for the final frontier rjd2 + blueprint - final frontier Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ethreadzny2 Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 anything by Kool G RAP, BIG L, RAKIM or COPYWRITE. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rinse Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 i have to agree with NATO. sage francis knows how to spit some content. make shift patriot is the mad note. really all of "sick of waging war" is nice. but aesop rock is up there too. it would be too hard to narrow it down to one line. odessa by aesop feat. dose one is a track i never get tired of. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wa5te_pHk Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 It's ironic that I'd die for the chance to live again Spreading my wings as they brush on tree's floating on the wind -adeem Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt -aesop rock I spit with an immense amount of power Skull flame showers, cowards, cower, underneath our Storm clouds that indicate the acid rain hours Now or, never, ever, ending on a bad note Ripping ya' craft spoke, for spitting a bad quote (Blueprint what's your approach?) I smash black folk and white folk alike for jokes with mics And make a Kodak moment out of the most boring open mic -blueprint Skillfully killing willfully drilling syllable spilling Fealing really upsettable biting is edible stealing -benefit Professional, uppen the decibel a decimal above Extraterrestrial audible vessels -benefit I'm the fire bearer Holder of the sun The Earth and the universe combined as one An everlasting energy taking all forms Blue skies on sunny days terrible storms -mr. lif Sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles Homicidal Hologram burn churches Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix -vinni paz Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer.. Think of sex in a camper... A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer -sage francis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
earmuffs Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 Biiitch I'm 'bout to come with that flow that's stupid I don't smoke loot trey Just pure marijuana A O.G. behind us lookin' for Don Juanas So I can light 'em up like a Philly blunt or ganja (Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?) Bitch I'm gonna kill me some Crabs (Well what do you consider Crabs?) Fags with flue rags Well let the Crab-killin', bitch-killin' Braze hit the stage Grab the mic and all the bitches pussies started to get it glaze What's happ'nin' Blood? It's the Lane straight Crab killa gang Bhakis hang like it's the thang, Blood Fool I'm rollin' with the killas be's the Mafia Denvers Couple all the Blood gangs and they rides on thangs I'm cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich Figueroa ride the gang bitch, the street and the click Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RackPaintYo! Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 LISTEN TO X-RAIDED the sickest hooks in rap music all recorded behind bars We got a price on ya head Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead It's a fifty g contract I don't know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife and ya kids on contact We got a price on ya head Baller Niggaz wanna see ya dead It's a fifty g contract I don't know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife and ya kids Mortal Kombat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RackPaintYo! Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 Originally posted by EarMuffs Biiitch I'm 'bout to come with that flow that's stupid I don't smoke loot trey Just pure marijuana A O.G. behind us lookin' for Don Juanas So I can light 'em up like a Philly blunt or ganja (Braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?) Bitch I'm gonna kill me some Crabs (Well what do you consider Crabs?) Fags with flue rags Well let the Crab-killin', bitch-killin' Braze hit the stage Grab the mic and all the bitches pussies started to get it glaze What's happ'nin' Blood? It's the Lane straight Crab killa gang Bhakis hang like it's the thang, Blood Fool I'm rollin' with the killas be's the Mafia Denvers Couple all the Blood gangs and they rides on thangs I'm cold Blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich Figueroa ride the gang bitch, the street and the click haha, that damu ridaz album is sick as fuck Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wiseguy Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 verse 2 of the song propaganda by dead prez. i dont want no computer chip in my arm, i dont wanna die from a nuclear bomb, i say we all rush the pentagon, pull out guns and grab the intercom, my first words will be, i believe, man made god out of ignorance and fear, if god made man then why the hell would he put us here, i thought he sposed to be the all loving, the same god who let hitler put the jews in the ovens, we dont fall for the regular shit they try to feed us, all this half assed leadership, flip and position(?), they tell politicians to shut the hell up and follow tradition, boy your TV screen is tellin lies to your vision, every channel got some brainwashed cops shit to watch, runnin up in niggas cribs claimin that they heard shots, its a plot, but buster can you tell me whos greedier, big corporations the pigs or the media, sign of the times, terrorism on the rise, commercial airpanes falling out the skies like flies... ...there is more, but i cant remember right now, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CinchedWaist Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 I really love Gangstarr. Brainstorm I'm gonna get ya You might be bigger than me, so I'ma wet ya Come into your house to douse it with the malatov cocktail, I won't fail Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille So what the fuck you gonna do? Yea I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo Come into my darkest deepest thoughts We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein tortured Water pellets dripped upon your forehead but you can't move, because you're tied up Your time's up... DWYCK I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this I shake this you'll take this I'm kinda fiendish You wish that you could come into my neighborhood Meaning my mental state Still I'm 5 foot 8 Crazy as I wanna be Cause I make it orderly You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost The brotha dat will make you change opinions Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from The heart, plus I get a piece of the action I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late When they dip in the kick they get sprayed Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise Out on the expressway Leavin the Bodega I say "suave" Premier's got more beats den barns got hay Clips are inserted into my gun So I can take the money, neva have ta run (Smooth on same song) I left my Phillie at home Do you have another? I wanna get blunted my brother Now may I make a mark Then make a spark over this phat track Or should I say dope beat Subtract, delete All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack You hear we quit? No way, bullshit I told ya before we come back wit more hits I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me Do me a favor, dont try and catch me Step me ahead of the game I'm not a lame Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia I'm infallable, not into failure Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus I write here tonite to bring truth to the light My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CinchedWaist Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 Jeru and Afu-Ra Mental Stamina Pugilistic linguistics check out the mystics we're fantistic You mean fantastic Fuck it you'll get your ass kicked Challenge my verbal gymnastics Vanacrobatics Vocabulary calisthenics Can't understand the mathematics are esoteric Watch the style but also peep the lyrics, my lightning, my thunder Way back I stomped out Her-cu-les But now I stomp out MC's Can't chill, because the Sun don't freeze Heavy metal, hard like titaniam Alchemist, I turn wax into platinum [Afu Ra] Influential, scientifical power My mental violence will shower Devour at a crazy rate, I speed into your circuits and incorporatin data banks Stamina, in the brain is how I slay it I enforce my boss and I always must obey it Endorsing a central rhyme of remedies Against any man at arms that can get with thee Eternal, internal, alchemist, I spill logic and science ever since Throwing cerebral blows without my fist Poisonous, Taoist Don't mess with toys in this racket Terrorists don't proceed to hi-jack it [Jeru] It's too perverted, you heard it, so now you get murdered Test the sound system, it throws off your equilibrium Deep concentration can't fracture the meditation Competition is flipped on at random Deviant monks attack the mic is mental pandemonium And then some, you go for your hand gun Psychokinetic forces proceed to smash in your cerebellum Phonetian with more stamina than a Christian my mind, C3 H5 N3 O9 like Nitroglycerine I bust as Afu Ra crush Class with us and meet Cerebus [Afu-Ra] Ready, ridiculous rabbitry, as I commence I whirlwind through cities Breaking down substances, combining matter Test my hand skills and back bones splatter Rough and tough although the mental will stomp ya Pugilism electrocute like Blanka Collaborate, all my words into verses I instill the will without even curses Slurs, escapade off the beat Totally complete with the unique physique Microcosmic warrior, indeed I'll destroy ya And this mic, I'm taking over Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Catch22 Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 Grand Puba: My composition leaves competition wishing They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing Pete Rock: Yo, my style's cock-diesel and I can do the hustle Niggaz know the time, I don't have to flex a muscle I'm not the type to fake it, I wouldn't try to take it Tie your girl to the back of my Jeep butt-naked Slide her monkey ass down the hill So if you don't want beef, money, chill for Pete's sake White people even say, "Pete Rock is bitchin" Tribe Called Quest: He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes Talk a lot of trash but no one can seem to beat it Pull out your microphone and watch the Phifer make you eat it. Anything by Rakim Vanilla Ice: Rollin'......in my 5.0 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
caL Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 "I play games by Capcom with a power glove strapped on On any platform, I don't spend my dough on Phat Farm Video games, I got many to play Before my life expires; fufill my desires" -del, proto culture :ballcap: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i11igul Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 Originally posted by destroya Yo, don't let me out of my cage The world ain't ready for Cain The black talons and the calico confetti your brain oh shit yeah, dj envy the blok party vol. 1, thats like the second to last song and i never bothered to make it all the way through the album... now i skip to that shit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WhiteOx Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 i actually shocked and appalled no one has posted ME AND JESUS THE PIMP IN MY '79 GRANADA LAST NIGHT Well, he was smilin’ like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture Ignited it, and said, I hope the vapors don’t insult ya What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop His head was noddin’ up and down like he agreed a lot Bored, said, we need a plot, I comply, let’s leave the spot Hopped in the granada, he’s impressed by the beat I got His name is hay-zoos but his pimp name is gee-zus Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis Nigga don’t you know that I’m your daddy? said he This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin’ degree Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick around This man my momma had found taught me to put it down I press the gas to the ground to show that I’m a hound Makin’ sho’ that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town Thirty years ago, jesus could pull a hoe quick But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dick Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips And now he puttin’ in a disk of gladys knight and the pips Then that shit starts to skip, he said, somebody musta scratch it Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons Smack my woman in the dental just for askin’ silly questions Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction Ain’t got no close potnahs, socially I cain’t function From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive: Don’t be microsoft, be macintosh with a hard drive Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe? Clunked the 40 on the flo’ and placed his palm on the dash And wheezed out, c’mon man, make this motherfucker mash! Ain’t gon’ mash too fast, cause my tags ain’t right Me and jesus the pimp in a ’79 granada last night Chorus: *sung* (2x) Oakland do you wanna ride? I can’t hear you! oakland do you wanna ride tonight? [boots] City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo’ jaw Sparklin’ like sequins on a transvestite at mardi gras There’s beauty in the cracks of the cement When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent Whatever it was that could break my momma’s back Little did I know that it would roll up in a cadillac And matta-fact, she couldn’t see him like a cataract And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe And back at home, she would cry into her pillow Vomit in the commode, I was six years old I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold She asked me what I thought of jesus when he broke off some bread I said, he missin’ a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head She said, don’t cuss, and my teeth to go brush And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush With tears in my momma’s eyes, I was her everything Before she went out on the stroll She’d tuck me into bed and sing: You’re much too beautiful for words (4x) I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend’s eyes And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor’s sleeve To make illustrations that are clear and clean I’ll take you two hours back before this scene: Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep Moms was comin’ in I heard her keys go clink Wearin’ nothin’ but pumps, bikini, and fake mink Even though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop Hardly had enough for rent after jesus re-copped That day the landlady got her rent befo’ he got his knot Slammed momma’s head against the front bolt lock Then the pump wit one arm done harm Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin’ Heard the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion And body blows, her body froze from bolo’s to the spine I was hysterically cryin’, all she could do was whine She didn’t even have the strength to say, I love you boo But I said it to her and she knew that I knew She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face Stop at the intersection to ask jesus ’bout directions S go to frisco.. (I got very friendly vocal inflections) Mob a left at macarthur to continue in flight Me and jesus the pimp in a ’79 granada last night Chorus [boots] The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin’ on the world Or that old man who was snorin’ rolled on over and earled My temperatyre gayge read cold and blistery Spinnin’ wheels made each piece of asphault history This was jesus debut out the penitentiary Fifteen years, but it seem like a century See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points You know how bitches act, shit exclamation points First it was a set up move, then it was the truth His letters were the only thing I had as a youth But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit So my little son dominic thinks that I’m a dick Cause I was runnin’ ’round like a little baby jesus To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers And I don’t think that it’s gon’ end til we make revolution But who gon’ make the shit if we worship prostitution? Ain’t no women finna die for the same ol’ conclusion Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use ’em Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery Jesus said, why the hell you pointin’ a gat? So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat I said, this trip is over, we ain’t finna ride on This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones But since I’m macintosh, i’ma double click your icons He struggled for life, then gave up the fight Me and jesus the pimp in a ’79 granada last night Chorus :king: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WhiteOx Posted December 30, 2003 Share Posted December 30, 2003 oh yeah and you cant go past: geto boys - my mind is playing tricks on me sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Oh that shit is on? Heh Let me drop some shit like this here Real smooth Verse One: Scarface At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressing I ain't living right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's somebody watchin' the Ak' But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say "take a chill, B" But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me I'm poppin' in a clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window Investigating the joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you Verse Two: Willie D I make big money, I drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star But late at night, somethin ain't right I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights Is it that fool that I ran off the block Or is it that nigga last week that I shot Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick If it's going down let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger What I saw'll make your ass start giggling Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go Because I'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners My mind is playing tricks on me Verse Three: Scarface Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Every Sunday morning I'm in service Playing for forgiveness And trying to find an exit out of the business I know the Lord is looking at me But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift while I drive Havin fatal thoughts of suicide BANG and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I died then my child would be a bastard I had a woman down with me But to me it seemed like she was down to get me She helped me out in this shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feeling lonely My mind is playing tricks on me Verse Four: Bushwick Bill This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boyz are trick-or-treating Robbing little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face We'd be in for a squable no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was going down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd been seeing in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Dropping them motherfuckin B's on him The more I swung the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playing tricks on me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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mr. arbuckle Posted December 31, 2003 Share Posted December 31, 2003 jedi mind tricks- blood runs cold (Sean P aka Ruck) Yeah first of all don't make me burst and brawl Image is nothin you frontin see the thirst in ya'll Think its fucked up now it get worst for ya'll Assassinate your best friend now I hurt you par Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all The fuck out you wanna wet duke squirt your four Since birth I been raw hot like surface core Kidnap your baby's mom straight earth the whore See I do rhyme and crime so I can purchase more If you ain't in it for that what the purpose for Act like you don't give a fuck though Good so I buck fo' shots from the roof and my man Rock catch you up close Never give a fuck about niggas ya'll not Nutso Hype off of carbonated water then some fructose Straight buck foes when the nigga Ruck pull the snub nose Wait Ruck chill, what the deal its all love though Look into my eyes and you can see there's something changed Runnin gunnin things knockin niggas out like Clubber Lang With the gun I bring its straight for beatin you down Heatin you down leavin you six feet deep in the ground (Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram) It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight (Jus Allah) Im the motherfucking ungrateful My heart is hateful, my tounge ripped Lickin on the blade that slayed you You faggots act as bitch as Rupaul Ya niggas share one milkshake wit two straws Scrap wit no doors, four walls tighten Seein the roof fall, feelin the floors heighten Crushed and shit your bones and blood siphon And put it to the jug we sip before fightin Im raw lightning my power extends In the planet and out through the opposite ends Black man travel through the universe and back While cavemen still though that the earth was flat But we kept the sacred plans, now we carry Throughout the ancient lands Before the separating of the sands Of course all the power I create in my hand He bare my G strength in replicating in man (Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram) It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight (Vinnie Paz aka Ikon the Verbal Hologram) Im tasteless, there's beauty in strange places I find 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...
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