ZeroCool Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Fab ...you serious my nig???? All of puns lyrics outshined all these newjacks.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DeweyVonGumpsteinAndTheWiz Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 notorious b.i.g., thirstin howell III, necro, brotha lynch, and onyx. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IOU Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 White Lines.. Rap died after that... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DA KID MERO Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Fab ...you serious my nig???? All of puns lyrics outshined all these newjacks.... YEAH OF COURSE, NOBODY FUCKIN WITH PUN REALLY. IM SERIOUS. THATS WHY THAT NIGGA SHOULD BE EXEMPT FROM THIS, NO B.I.G AND NO PUN...CUZ SAYING THOSE NIGGAS WERE NICE IS LIKE SAYING "AIDS IS WACK"...NO SHIT CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. NAHMEAN? FAB RIPPED THAT SONG I JUST POSTED, DOWNLOAD IT. I GOT O.D. RESPECT FOR FAB CUZ HE DID EXACTLY WHAT I WOULDA DONE, PUT YA STREET SHIT ON THE MIXTAPES THEN HAVE YOUR ALBUM BE 50% HOOD 50% POP, SO YOU DO NUMBERS AND NIGGAS THAT PUT YOU IN THAT POSITION STILL FUCK WITH YOU. I FUCK WITH FAB ALL DAY NIGGAS NEED TO LISTEN TO THESE CLUE FREESTYLES, SERIOUSLY, AND THE VERSE OVER "ITS YOURZ" ON THAT FLEX TAPE...PSHHHH, NIGGA COME ON. MY SON IS FILTHY. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest spectr Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 blood curdling murdering like burger king... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
such_the_kid Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 either take me in heavan and understand i was G, did the best i could raised in this insainity... or send me to hell cause i aint beggin for my life aint nothin worse than this curse thats hopless life... im troublsome. 2PAC- troublsome 96 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
such_the_kid Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 niggaz talk alot shit but thats after im gone cause they fear me in the physical form. 2PAC!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DEE38 Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh) Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Some1 Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Mom shot me out and dad shot me in mom paid tuition while dad was just chillin mom paid tuition while dad was just chillin in the kitchen killin bitches Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qawee Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 I got some hundreds still sittin from when biggie was livin i bought another stove to put in my kitchen cut the top off the chevy caprice sittin high, 26 inch feet grill shine more than nelly and them teeth call it propaganda buyin jewels like santana dip set from the detectives and cock your hammers trust me dog i been a gangsta all my life when my mama slapped my head my hat tilted right GLOBAL GANGSTERS Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qawee Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Never will it stop Hanguns with double digit shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch Body that man and let other niggas watch Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power Gotta kill him in the shower, our Beats is knockin, hooks is rare Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black Matter fact, go get ya chrome Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh) Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now [Chorus: Nas (Jada)] Now gangstas live, gangstas die Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!) Sell ya crack, sell ya coke Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!) Grab ya nine, grab ya pound Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha) [Nas] We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me Niggaz who killed loyalty Set me up, vested up we move accordingly I ducked icepicks and nightsticks by cops who rookies Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop a pussy Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm Burn the flag, plus its on the Qu'ran, its on the bible Plus america cussin that every car thats drivin Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankincense wit a ghost I've learned, to do good plus erase the evil And do what it takes to keep a smilin face on my people I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo [Chorus] [Jadakiss] yo yo yo yo yo yo Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea) My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last If ya niggas is snitch, the judge in my ass They said I'm too famous to run So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun The realer the beef, the longer the clip Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist Caught his girl after dark so we tore up the bitch We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit Dog, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell I bring the heat like I'm satan his self Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war Fifth and the four, mack and a pump, actin I dump Throw you out the window then act like you jumped Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EGG Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 [Necro] Ladies and gentlemen Tonight we present torture and sodomy Hosted by Necrophiliac and Ill Cannibill Relax n smoke your crills I'll make your eyeballs go back in your skull and come out your ass I'm walkin' on hot coal and glass I shit on the church's mass Sacraligous I sever your body something prestigious Precise cuts, I'm fascinated with women's guts I hit your skins and I'm jerkin' off on your intestines I'll fuck you in your ass bitch Now you're colon is swollen When I go bowlin' To achieve a strike I use the headpiece of a dyke I swing her brains down the lane I'm a sadomasochist One finger, two fingers, three fingers Four fingers, FUCK IT THE WHOLE FIST Up your asshole Now you're ready for Ed Powers And Rocko Sefreddi to suck my cock hoe [ill Bill] I be gettin' backrubs in backrooms of S&M clubs I'm on drugs During sex I use anal beads and butt plugs I'm holdin' bitches dooty holes hostage your sisters sphincter keeps me warm during the winter 'cause my cocks big It gets stuck Bitches be getting fucked up the asshole Open ya oven So I can cook the dooty casserole That's how I'm living, givin' bitches the shits I fuck 'em between they tits, then I bust a nut on they lips I vaccinate sockets with lip plugs like if I was to flip once I snag body bags with dirty hags and cuts Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular Look around, shit's getting uglier and uglier Spinnin' within my hyperbaric chamber Nothin' short of a bloody rusty razor fingerprint that could stop my behavior Generally and federally Etcetera, etcetera Shooting storm troopers lie deadera I emphasize like Emphysema Every word I speak creeps into your blood stream like Leukemia I instigate mutilation Under federal investigation Escaping police stations [Necro] Yah I got dead bodys covered with hay in my barn Loud motherfuckers get their lips sewn with yarn Out the ten story window, headfirst I chuck you Attach a switchblade to my dick and then I fuck you (Fuck you!) In and out, as I cut the uterus You'll soon be, familiar with torture if you're new to this Leave you glued to a piss-stained wall Take my brain out of my skull And watch my fuckin' brain crawl 'Cause IT'S ALIVE, MOTHERFUCKIN' ALIVE Bend over and get sodomized with the .45 Bumpin'into the beehive and get stung I got the noose of death, so nigga come and get hung Lyrically, your rectum gets bruised I come from the world where niggas get fuckin' abused The realm of violent crime Where bitches get fucked in the pussy and ass at the same time [Chorus] Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die [ill Bill] I'm comin' out from inside the walls like asbestos A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most, expected I gank kids on their own When they want to I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counselors I'm analyzing bio-rhythms Sleeping my victims with incisions My sensory sees catastrophic visions Over the image of Jehovah I burn sober In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer Then twist facial features like Rocky Dennis When I menace it's horrendous My bloody appetite's tremendous Enormous Watch the metamorphosis Diggin bitches in orifices Remorse is not my thoughts when I catch a corpse The torture tactics I practice tear up your mattress Kidnap an actress That activate vibrateing plastics [Necro] When they made me I was so, evil they broke the mold Necro is cold, my fucking birth should of been controlled If you're bold you'll get strangled with your gold Going once !! going twice !! another fucking white slave sold For wacking off I have compulsive dependancy From the tendency, for ruining your bitches pregnancy Niggas can't understand my morbid biology I bring, new, meaning to the studies of Gynacology When I shove, razors up your cunt you'll see All bitches that diss me wind up with fucking V.D. When I was in my mom's cunt, my father slaughtered me I came back from the dead, after my mom aborted me Bloody, fetus, baby of Satan, Devil's child Leavin' bodies on all types of motherfuckin' level piles So girl take fuckin' caution, 'Cause if you're walkin home alone tonight You might wind up a bitch on auction And if you can't take you and you're concious hun, I'll be like Ralphus, and shoot a slug into you from my blow gun [ill Bill] I'm stirring in the pain in the center of your brain Carve a path with a butcher knife Walk down the lane Take a stroll through the hole in your head Stab untill your dead I'd like to paint the world blood red Flippin' like OJ Simpson, the Joel Rifkin Covered with crimson Everywhere you look another dead shook On the meat hook hangin' Then I'm up in your place to spread your wife's legs for the bangin' I love to fuck retarded chicks with wiffle ball bats Then watch there fuckin' head go splat when I pull out the gat I'm also into sodomizing secretaries I'm very scary My ice pick rips through virgin cherries And all you crews that think you got half of what me and my brother got You get chop chop chopped like Bobbit's cock [Chorus] Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and die Eat shit and DIE!!!!! Necrophiliac nineteen ninety gore Ill Cannibill nineteen ninety gore Eat my shit Eat my shit Eat my shit Eat my shit You suckin dick for crack You suckin dick for crack Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IrishCarBombs Posted February 13, 2007 Share Posted February 13, 2007 Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo' quick when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown All I got left in the end is two of my best friends And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim) New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim) *repeat while Nas is talking* You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean? New York state of mind baby, check it out [Nas] I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score, but it's hard to get the shit off Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin New York, New York New York, New York Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yazzmock Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 chino xl wordsmith I’m in a game full of morons And they keep putting more on I tutor the Torah I’m in the core of the Qu’aran The mind’s what I represent And mc’s better re-present I’m taking this rappin’ bullshit to the fullest extent I have reservations while Indians are on reservations Told that board of education I was bored of education As far as this go I leave you deader than Disco Rocking sex and violence Over sax and violins Through your minds camera lens You’re in need of an ambulance I’ll knock you to the asphalt It’s your own ass fault Your last thought I’ll never sell my self short to be famous And taking it up the anus just ain’t us The world could get the penis Of this classically trained pianist My P.O. was p.o.’d Handed me a cup, told me to “pee in this” The linguist musician My college position is that my intuition Told me I wouldn’t be affordin’ tuition My education’s all on my own I might have been born yesterday But I rhyme like there’s no tomorrow… Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rushawn wuan Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 i saw this in a commercial and made me laugh. "player haters, elevators, come accross me and you will die" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sner! Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 undispubutably one of the best lyrics ever big words are hard to say, and to rap them gotta love it classic - hieroglyphics (coicidence i happent to be listening to this song when i find this thread?) "[Tajai] It's the linch crane (?) Lynching Antsy inchin' bit by bit chompin'at the bit My shot's inaccurate for profit Passionate for profit Cashin' in, that's the shit Lyrical laxative Runnin off afta' Never relaxing...lashin' Different than the last one So let's see.. Chocolate dipped nuts, I'm nestle milk World Wrestling Federation built Y'all are complacent still? Display some skill! My word placement first place If not I verse basic My complex...is complex Balance in check No comment with comparable talents as yet There's always a first Yet, there's always a verse And always a hurse, so they always disperse Tails tucked.. Who, why, when, where, what? And how...sorry but not with that style! I'm fond of fondling these tatless tactile (?) Cats until they tapped out Put that down...cause I put that down Yeah I do that there Why you act scared? Talkin bout 'who that there'...I'll knock 'em out! If you ain't ship shape keep your shit shut 'Fore I shift shape, leave this shit shut Closed up...sucka get your pose up! You hold down...what's the hold up, huh? [Hook] [Del] Uh, somethin' ya do when you're fire resistant An ion intrinsic instantaneous lenses (?) Diablo, domino effect wobble, stumble.. Tryin' to follow? Ask Pollo, dumbo! Need a model? Taj will assault silicone Reverberate with realer tone Fill in holes till it hurt deep in your bones I mean really drill it home to your inner zone [Pep Love] We put in the work to make your body jerk We won't shirk the duty of makin you shake your gluteus maximus Yeah, that's what's up! The music is movin', you need to be catchin' up Classical massacres occurs in a flash, a blur Smashin' our hammer Then when we clash with words Adrenalin rush shatter you fragile gentlemen When I hit 'em up with agile style Venom and change the game like two ways did pagers And 2Pac did before the plagerist came Sword swing around, we not horsing I'ma do mine, you do your thing Hieroglyphics is monolithic Chronicle and I careen in on a collision course to contradiction God is listenin' We collage, analyze with the touch of a brush to paint this picture I'm heart felt with the texture of velvet My art propellin'...the wax start meltin' We makin' the matrix break to this And motivatin' the shake...complacentness Mixed of many maneuvers We get blitzed and the groove is deep as it gets to reap benefits From Oakland to Brooklyn The language spoken...broken and crooked You know how we do it! [Hook] [Del] Uh, somethin' ya do when you're fire resistant An ion intrinsic instantaneous lenses (?) Diablo, domino effect wobble, stumble.. Tryin' to follow? Ask Pollo, dumbo! Need a model? Taj will assault silicone Reverberate with realer tone Fill in holes till it hurt deep in your bones I mean really drill it home to your inner zone" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xoXox Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 This is it bitches: :Organized Konfusion - Releasing Hypnotical Gases [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 wars 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 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pharoahe at his best Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
azerks Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 DOOM The beat is so butter, peep the slow cutter as he utter in the calm flow (Yo’ mother), "Don't talk about my moms, yo." Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow or vice versa. Whip up a slice of nice verse pie hit it on the first try Villain–the worst guy. Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat-asses; shots of the scotch from out the square shot glasses. And he won't stop 'til he got the masses, and show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hella borred Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 big L, immortal technique Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mauler5150 Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 I find it funny how there is an above post that refers to 'big words'. Where is the use of words like benevolence, endogenous or grandiloquent? I mean if the lyrics were as grandiose as you think they are then I can understand what you mean by big words being hard to put into a song, but as these words are all used in the last 3 songs I listened to I think you need to broaden your musical horizons. These are all uttered at quite a fast pace in the songs in which I am referring to, as quick as any rap I have ever heard. But back on topic, the best rap lyrics are usually the simplest ones, such as, Will it ever stop yo I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it you better gain weight You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play If there was a problem yo I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Hahaha Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blood Feast Island Man Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 yeah the whole bird gang's in here like kurt cobain was here yeah yeah yeah yeah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tutleone Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 WeEzY "bOoM" weezy bad- naw really im good sound like a T-rex live under my hood you know i keep the thang-thang under my seat put you underground now you live under my feet i hate weezy but when i heard this, i was like damn! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tutleone Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 "Nas is Like" Freedom or Jail? clips inserted- a babys bein born same time a man is murdered the beginning 'n end as far as rap goes its only natural i explain- my plateau, and also, what defines my name. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CELT Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 " Come Clean " - Jeru Tha Damaja You wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck Then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe Your nine spray my mind spray Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang I'm a true master you can check my credentials Cuz I choose to use my infinite potentials Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive Origin is unknown like the Jubas I've accumulated honies all across the map Cuz I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac My attack is purely mental and its nature's not hate It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state Stagnate nonsense but if you persist You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten Have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw] I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw Made frauds bleed every time I g'd Cuz i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed Pseudo psychos i play like Michael Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs Inhale the putrified aroma Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma- tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka And bring your clique cuz i'm a hard rock knocka I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks When the East is in the house you should come equipped Fly like a jet sting like a hornet Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke With styles more fatal than second hand smoke Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor Cuz I blow up spots like the world trade center Come with the super trooper on his assault mission The tech's technique cuz he's a technician Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop The skills are shot cuz any idiot can let off a glock Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you And you don't got your crew Pull your glock but you don't got the heart You was webbed straight from the start Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it Just for frontin you got that ass waxed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrineShrimpr Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 Oh shit Jeru and O. K. you guys are taking me back... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 "girl youre looking sweeter than a cookie is just cause you look good don't mean the pussy is" -sporty thievez Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YuNgsTuNNafRoMdOWnUndA Posted May 16, 2007 Share Posted May 16, 2007 aNytHinG bY aKoN tHAt nIGGa iS hOt sTr8 fIyah Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seffiks Posted May 17, 2007 Share Posted May 17, 2007 Yo VIP let's kick it Ice ice baby (x2) All right stop collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop yo I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance go rush to the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it you better gain weight You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play If there was a problem yo I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it CHORUS Ice ice baby vanillla (x4) Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point to the point no faking I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my rag-top down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby waving just to say hi Did you stop no I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next stop I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block The block was dead Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots rang out like a bell I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car slammed on the gas Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene you know what I mean They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem yo I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it REPEAT CHORUS Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem yo I'll solve it Check out the hook while Shay revolves it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Issac Brock Posted May 17, 2007 Share Posted May 17, 2007 "Nas is Like" Freedom or Jail? clips inserted- a babys bein born same time a man is murdered the beginning 'n end as far as rap goes its only natural i explain- my plateau, and also, what defines my name. first it was nasty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fuckin...bub Posted May 17, 2007 Share Posted May 17, 2007 wu tang forever Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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