cats and snakes. Posted April 29, 2009 Share Posted April 29, 2009 I'm white, I'm tha boss. It won't be Jesus it'll be ya mother on the cross. Cheeyuh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boris The Butcher Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 "Black tee's, black ones, and a fitted cap The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap Y'all say we country niggas yee-haw The money comin back and forth like a see-saw And y'all ain't never seen what we saw Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks of white raw Where they got Lil Pha they don't care bout shit Ludacris how they ride I-20 with them bricks Shit I spit it for y'all On the real my niggas shit I spit it for y'all Who gives a fuck about friends? If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz While y'all robbing and boosting I'm standing over the stove like the chef at Houstons And it's not about the flip mane Want the real bread dawg it's all about your whip game" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tommy Tough Tits Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 me and Zone cake heavily, breaking cheddar with cheese graders with a HK barrel that stretch 3 acres, sniper manuevers i'm on some heavy metal shit, find me at lollapalooza with a bazooka any bitch 14 and up, you know im fucking that get my rocks off, watching fat girls do jumping jacks i really stay on top of my game when i mack cause i'm fuckin your wife missionary style on a twister mat real gangstas dont say much, we talk with our hands and keep a surplus of ziplock bags and rubber bands brother man, you see me load the clip in the gun you better kill that crip walk and start doing the crip run i'm 6'1 240 lbs, enough to cause fractures extorting pussies in the game thats gonna cause rappers from now on call me reverend get right i got a thing for female journalists, i like the bitch type cookin crack in a rotisserie oven, hickory smoking in the projects with a bulldozer, picture me rollin nigga i went to private school, attended church and said my prayers now im taking trips to hell and GOD i love it there setting the new fashion trends? who else you'll look nice in that body bag, shoot yourself black sabbath perfomer, come see my on sunday and witness how i'm lighting up broadway with my gun play. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MedicineCabinet Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic The government is psychotically racist and robotic The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic Neurotic conspiracy theory becomes reality Life is war, and every day's a battle to me I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me Stupidity's not allowed by me 'cause I don't got time to play I'm the black hole lyricist that'll take your shine away Darkness at any time of day I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say Stellar density becomes your physical alignment 1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities But you don't have the capability like infertility 'cause opening your mouth to question my validity Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery But break out like father running form responsibility Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility I balance humility, with brutal instinct I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars My breyon talk pick thick So don't ever talk shit And remember something nigga, while you rave and rant A roach can live for nine days without it's head but you can't I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits Some niggas are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics Technique is exquisite I'll make your thoughts a victory Get pessimistic with the quickness If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success When I bless the mic as I spit this Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type sickness My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality For the fucking hit list I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fist So you can get dissed Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally Multi-platinum sold I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills I drop knowledge while these motherfuckers clumsily spill And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrically apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abcs Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 The lyrics off Dah Shinin by Boot Camp Clik or S&W are sick. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bad Medicine Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 Intersections in real time The unbroken circle and dimensions of the mind The tie that binds The eternal tie that defines The vanity of my insanity in due time Will shine Like the night seas under the moon The haunted corners of familiar rooms Yet i'm consumed We're vanishing into thin air The realization that this shit is my cross to bare So where Did I think I could run away to see The people that decided to leave without asking me But we Decide to wait for happier tomorrows And find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrow But my distractions the books of paper that i scrawl in I'm eloquent as summer breeze and leaves that have just fallen I've crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture Verbal sculptures, self defacing It is not God or lunacy that I am facing But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd But I preferred To walk away from all the feuds To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube So i'm subdued In all my words of verbal prods To live alone one must be an animal or a God But it's official All of my pain is clear as crystal The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial But I can hit you And rest assured that i'ma last words I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya past words I can pass words and their ability to hurt you Patience is a virtue and knowledge is a commercial I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to Lost among the miracles, I stand alone And i've grown into a being that's sitting on top a throne I've known For many years that I would turn to rust I find a reason for another breath Before my return to dust I become one with science and mathematics and the rising of the sun I'm numb To all of those who blind and cannot see The chastiser of the enemy Perception requires duality Inspect ya soul, the color of coal inside the body I have hardly come across them who's holy Send them to the cherubim to control thee Burning of the sun and frigidness of the cold The battle field is new but the war is now old You can never see the merest shadow of a halo Above the head of evil djin who's deadly like tornado The world has become an aquarium Full of gaping fish with murderous smiles I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in Writing down murderous files I who have nothing but the lack of variation And I who have nothing but chains and suffocation Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miley Cyrus Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 what you know about dat? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boris The Butcher Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 "I said that D boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it gotta half a brick left do anybody want it They going for the ten you can get 'em for the eight Just holla at you boy when you tryna get straight I said that D boy bullshit yeah I'm still on it Think I gotta needle left do anybody want it They going for the five you can get 'em for the four We keep it round here just let a nigga know I'm so hot you know lil niggas ain't coo The boy get new money like the first day of school Stay fresh like the first day of class twenty bricks and three choppas sold in one stash It'll cost ya 40grand and you gotta pay cash Them blunts burn slow but that paper come fast The garbage man you fuck niggas so trash I'm first place you fuck niggas so last" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boost™ Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 "Back seat of the lac, big gat in my lap, ready for combat, feelin like Geranimo Pratt" "Yea mothafucka yea, look at em run to scared to pull out theyre guns outta shape from that coffee and dem Cinnamon buns this shit is fun how it feel when them tables is turned, hollow tips hit yo flesh going thru yo vest n it burns, n it dont stop till we get full freedom" ...........referring to cops killing a innocent black guy. "yo these new jack rappers is so fake i hear 'em spittin bout jail like its the place to be, com'on, a bunch of niggas spending hours together, eat, drink, sleep, and take showers together, not me i cant sit in a cell." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 ^^^hell yeah...i love that dead prez joint. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tutleone Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 I got techinque comming out my butt cheek Sleep on my stomach so I dont Fuck up my sheets B.I.G.! a foolish pleas'uh/ whatevuh/ i had to find the buried treasure/ so grams i had to measure Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MrThree Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 The Scarecrow Speaks, Deep Puddle Dynamics. Music to live by...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knim_One Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 Purpose, perseverance, wordless amoeba surface To lead the first coherent paleolithic circus Specific neuro-circuits link man and Neanderthal However, recent bio-chemical imprints conflict with primitive urges It's full blown ontological warfare Murdering memories in the future two million years Peace is a word we often say, But it can't exist as long as the ape is here to stay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knim_One Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 I know a lot of people that'll tell you that they hate me cause they know I bring out the weird side Some say I'm a genius others say that I'm crazy but they all say I'm a little on the weird side It ain't like I can help it, it's the way I was raised so I'm living every minute on the weird side Here's a ticket for the train, pay a visit to my brain If you wanna know about the weird side It goes dee-dee-da, dee-dee-da, doo-doo-do, doo-doo-do Da dee-dee-da, dee-dee-da, doo-doo-do, doo-doo-do Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CALIgula Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 artificial amateurs arent at all amazing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ButtMiester Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 my pockets so empty I can feel my testicles cuz i spent all my money on plastic african necklaces. 200 e-points if you know who. disposable heroes of hiphoprisy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MekA_OnES? Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 come to my wake high when you tellin me bye Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Feed Yer Ego Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 "i can suck a cookie out the pussy" always makes me LOLZ when i bump co flow for the first time in a minute Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonybolony805 Posted September 16, 2009 Share Posted September 16, 2009 rap aint about busting caps and fuckig bitches... its about fluency with rhyming ingenuity... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
topaz Posted September 16, 2009 Share Posted September 16, 2009 and if you gotta be a monkey... be a motherfucking gorilla. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wisetuxedo Posted September 16, 2009 Share Posted September 16, 2009 Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thehaze Posted September 16, 2009 Share Posted September 16, 2009 Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Teetas Posted September 16, 2009 Share Posted September 16, 2009 [interlude] (soldier speaking) I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home. (officer speaking) You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country? (soldier speaking) I like being here. I'm ready. [Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man] True story... Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman Skilling, killing, illing I'm able and willing Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit Spit four-thousand bullets a minute Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it I'm in it to win it, get it The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying It's heating up, a hundred degrees The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease" Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees till the rotor broke, crash land, American man Cambodia, right in the enemy hand Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us Them yellow men wearing black pajamas They want to harm us They all up on us Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestins Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived I escaped the war, came back But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive Cause in life, God take, God give Can't forget RA. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RubberbandBanks Posted September 16, 2009 Share Posted September 16, 2009 ^^^^^^^^^^^^ song always give me the chills everytime i hear it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThuggedOutGypsyz Posted September 17, 2009 Share Posted September 17, 2009 ^^^ Shit is crazy, when he said true story he meant that shit, its his fathers story, vinnie had the ill verse but RA raped it, killed it, raped it again, and burned that mother fucker... on top of a killa beat... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
+plus+ Posted September 17, 2009 Share Posted September 17, 2009 that just blew my mind. propps, you win close the thread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SELL CRACK HARD Posted September 17, 2009 Share Posted September 17, 2009 While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire me from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricassee, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin’ my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin’ hard Happy to be escapin’ poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DIRTY D Posted September 25, 2009 Share Posted September 25, 2009 CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME CLASSIC Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dose-ink Posted September 25, 2009 Share Posted September 25, 2009 I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic The government is psychotically racist and robotic The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic Neurotic conspiracy theory becomes reality Life is war, and every day's a battle to me I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me Stupidity's not allowed by me 'cause I don't got time to play I'm the black hole lyricist that'll take your shine away Darkness at any time of day I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say Stellar density becomes your physical alignment 1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities But you don't have the capability like infertility 'cause opening your mouth to question my validity Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery But break out like father running form responsibility Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility I balance humility, with brutal instinct I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars My breyon talk pick thick So don't ever talk shit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ValueHorse Posted September 25, 2009 Share Posted September 25, 2009 "women are stupid and i don't respect them" show me your genitals Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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